Despite a late night I
was still awake at 4.30am. I think I had about four hours sleep last
night. I had a crafty bowl of frootie-bix for brekkie and watched an
episode Babylon-5 with Fudge, and then set off off to work. The news
got me going, as always.
Many years ago I can
remember grumbling about why we learned history at school. After all,
it's all dead and buried. But, as I was told at the time, if we don't
learn from the mistakes of the past we will be doomed to repeat them
in the future.
I've blogged before that
I think Scottish independence is a bad idea; personally I think union
is a good thing. Take the European Union for example. If we are all
one big happy family then despite the odd squabble we won't waste
years warring with each other (again). But if one lesson has
been learned from the enitire Euro-zone concept, it is that having a
common currency across twenty-odd countries means the most powerful
ones give the orders, and the smaller ones do as they are told. When
they are told. And say "Yes Sir!" whilst they are
at it. So why does a potentially independent Scotland not
want it's own currency, but would prefer to keep the pound? I
thought the pro-independence nutters wanted to go their own way?
And so to work. I wasn't
feeling particularly motivated today. I did my bit, but no more. And
so home again.
For the third consecutive
Tuesday I missed the weekly gathering. Not finishing work until 8pm
made a timely arrival in Folkestone somewhat tricky.
As I came home the
pundits on the radio were expounding on a crackpot theory that
international corporations perpetrate tax avoidance schemes to their
benefit and to the detriment of their host countries. Half an hour of
pointing out the obvious was rather tedious.
And in closing, today is
St George's day. I don't think anyone noticed the fact.
Dull, so dull...
St George's day.
ReplyDeleteFlew a George and dragon kite, eat fish and chips while dinking English ale.
I noticed.