Over brekkie I watched the last episode of
my current DVD set - "The Charmer". Our anti-hero
Ralph Gorse went too far today and got strung up. Literally. Which
was probably for the best. I have always enjoyed "The
Charmer"; I always thought it a shame that it only lasted
for six episodes.
A sequel would have been
good; but it's difficult to make a sequel when the main character has
been killed. Having said that, they strung Blakes Seven out for two
more years after Blake (apparently) croaked.
I then activated social
media. Excellent news. Some of the missing Doctor Who episodes have
turned up. For no adequately explored reason most of the original
tapes of the Doctor Who episodes broadcast in the late 1960s have
been deliberately destroyed. Occasionally odd copies turn up here and
there.
A dozen episodes
featuring Patrick Troughton have recently come
to light in Nigeria; including the story of the Yeti in the
London Underground.
And so to work. As I
drove the news was all about the government's selling
off of Royal Mail. I should have invested in that floatation.
People who bought seven hundred and fifty quid's worth of stock
yesterday were selling it for over a thousand quid this morning.
Instant profit. Such a fast buck should really be criminal if it
weren't for the fact that this is actually how our entire economic
system works.
After the news was Desert
Island Discs. Today's guest was someone who is apparently a
high-flier in the business world. I'd never heard of her. I didn't
hear all of the show, but what I did was frankly unbelievable. Her
supposedly favourite music was little more than screeching, howling
and wailing. Does anyone really like opera that much? Or do the sort
of people who get to be interviewed on Desert Island Discs feel they
shouldn't admit to liking the sort of music that us mere mortals
enjoy. Does anyone actually enjoy opera?
I stopped off for a spot
of shopping. Firstly in the Canterbury branch of "Pets at
Home" where I got some dog food. For all that the stuff that
I get delivered to the door is very cheap; "Furry Face TM"
doesn't actually seem to like it very much. I am currently eking that
stuff out by mixing it in with food that he does seem to like. Buying
food cheaply only to have my dog not eat it is no economy.
And then I had a look in
the Cheapo-Bargains shop. A little while ago I got a couple of
bottles of half-decent plonk for a fiver from them. They hadn't got
any left. I also thought that I would get some fireworks for the
upcoming celebrations in Barnberry Close; they don't do fireworks. It
was only when I arrived at work that I realised that I'd forgotten to
pick up the tins of armpit-squirt; the very reason I'd actually gone
to that shop in the first place.
I phoned the garage. The
morning's post had a letter from Renault saying that the timing belt
on the car needed replacing and they could do me a deal for several
hundred quid. Their cut price bargain was still a lot of money so I
thought I'd shop about. The garage I normally use couldn't get
cheaper than twice the price of what the main dealer was quoting.
They were very dubious about that price, and gave me a list of
questions to ask the main dealer about exactly what would be
replaced. As well as the cam belt, I had to ask about the auxiliary
belt, tensioners and ever the phaser belt (!)
My usual garage were
actually very good and were honest with me. they said that they
couldn't compete with the price, and that they honestly thought that
he main dealer must be doing this offer at a loss to themselves. And
they were quite understanding when I told them I'd not be using them
this time.
Once at work I did my
bit, et parlet le Francais encore un fois. Le singe et l'oiseau est
tous le amis n'est pas dans l'arbre aujourd'hui. Ils sont en
vacances. Ils sont departe pour la plage. Il pleut sur la plage.
Porquoi il pleut sur la plage? Parce que l'oiseau est un batard.
Having done my bit I came
home through torrential rain. It rained for most of today. i wonder
if that will stuff up the plans for the weekend...?
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