Having woken before 3am
and lain awake for a couple of hours I was up and watching the antics
of Blake's Seven (well, five) at 5am. This morning they had
rescued the woman from the gravy adverts of twenty years ago. I'm not
quite sure what they had rescued her from, or what her role in the
plot was, but having her waggling an epic bosom at the camera from
time to time livened up an otherwise dull episode.
For any of my loyal
readers who may be shocked at such unbecoming an action from the
gravy advert lady, I can vaguely remember her doing much more graphic
things with her "charms" in one of the "Confessions"
films from the 1970s in which she was running round in the nip. Not
that I am any expert on the waggling of epic bosoms.
I then had a look down
the garden. The temporary fence we bodged into place had survived the
night and was still standing. I suppose that is good; when we first
put the temporary bodge in place yesterday it lasted for half an hour
before collapsing. It's got to last until tomorrow; hopefully I
shall be in a position to sort it properly then.
I set off to work. For
today's geocache I tried one I couldn't find last time. Two weeks ago
I tried to be First to Find, and despite several visits I couldn't
find the thing. Today I found the cache immediately. How did I ever
miss that?
As I arrived at the cache
site there was a sheep loose in the road. By the time I'd parked up
the sheep had wandered off, which was a shame. That would have made a
good photo for the day.
As I drove I listened to
the news. Today's news was being broadcast from the annual convention
of the Dribbling Democrap party. And my piss boiled as I listened to
them. Since abandoning any principles they may have had in a shallow
attempt to be given political power at the last election, their
popularity has dwindled. They have lost a massive part of the
electorate's confidence and have also lost a third of their paid-up
membership. The delegates being interviewed this morning made no
secret of their
current policies; namely to rubbish the two main political
parties. This would leave neither of them capable of ever again being
in a position to form a majority government. Therefore leaving
Dribbling Democraps in perpetual power in various coalition
governments with the political partners of their choice.
I might not like what the
Con-Servatives stand for, or Labour come to that (!) but at least
they both have the courage to have policies on which they will be
judged. The Dribbling Democraps are rather making a mockery of the
entire so-called democratic system. Given a hung parliament, the
leader of a minority party will get to decide with whom he want to
chum up, and consequently who governs the nation.
Once at work I did my
bit, and then came home. I popped into Morrisons on the way back for
petrol. And sweeties. As I drove home the pundits on the radio were
discussing what was wrong with the National Health Service. As always
they spouted fine-sounding platitudes whilst skirting round the core
problem the NHS faces. Which is... let me use an analogy. Imagine
giving your credit card and PIN to me, pointing me in the direction
of the pub, patting me on the head, then when the credit card bill
comes in pretending to be surprised at where all the money has gone.
Free healthcare for all
is expensive, The NHS needs to either decide or be told what it can
treat and what it cannot. And (for all that it sounds heartless)
it needs to have a list of things it will not treat. I won't go into
specific examples; I've done that before. We can all think of
services which the NHS should not be offering.
And it needs less change.
Not more. There has been too many shake-ups in the NHS over the
course of its history; very few for anything than other than to
pander to the current political fashion.
But knocking the NHS is
always a good way to make content for news and current affairs radio
programs...
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