My sniffle’s got worse – yesterday I went to
bed a couple of hours earlier than usual and slept right through almost until
till alarm clock time. I was tempted to phone in sick this morning, but in the end I decided
that I didn’t dare.
Coming home from work was quite tricky – it had
been raining all day, and the roads I drove along were more like rivers. I came
home to find the world in uproar over yesterday’s strikes. No one seems at all
bothered about the burning issues that were causing the controversy – instead the
world was up in arms about what Jeremy
Clarkson had said on the matter. Personally I think a lot of people might
have missed the point here. Jeremy Clarkson isn’t the villain of the piece. He was
clearly dragged onto peak time television to say something controversial in
order to boost the ratings.
And in doing what was expected of him, he’s
effectively (to coin a phrase) pissed
on his own chips. Silly fellow.
And it’s December – and so I opened my Lego Advent
Calendar. Today we start off with a tramp. Normally we would have something
more festive – a reindeer, a snowman, but in these austere times, a tramp is
all the market will stand.
Mind you, someone’s been foolish enough to
give Harry Ramp the price of a cup of tea. He spent it on Brasso, but I suppose
he’s happy. And being happy is the name of the game, really….
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