"Daddies Little
Angel TM" stayed overnight last night as
she was off a mission. I didn't dare ask details, but from what I
could glean it made sense for her to make an early start from Ashford
than from anywhere else. And as is always the case when she is about,
I lost my dog. "Furry Face TM"
clearly and openly acknowledges that in his opinion "Daddies
Little Angel TM" is the head of the
household. When she is on the scene there is a very obvious transfer
of allegiance.
My dog was nowhere to be
seen as I scoffed my toast and watched telly.
And so to work. There was
minor excitement as the traffic lights by Domino's Pizza weren't
working. I slowed down and kept going whilst hoping for the best. As
I turned the corner I saw the problem - one of the traffic lights had
been hit by something heavy and the supporting pole was laying flat
on the road. Completely flattened. Whatever hat hit it had hit it
hard.
I got through without
problem at 6.30am; I bet that caused problems later in the day.
Interestingly at no point did this show up on the BBC's interactive
travel hold-ups map. Mind you I'd be very interested to find out how
tings to get on to the BBC's interactive travel hold-ups map. Every
day (and I mean *every* day) there are reports of traffic
chaos in the same places (Spearpoint corner and Pin Hill come to
mind) whilst other incidents go unreported.
The morning's radio
featured excerpts from proceedings in Parliament yesterday. I was
frankly shocked and ashamed of what I heard while listening to what
our lords and masters. On the radio they sounded as though they were
a rabble; I used to get better behaviour from over-excited eight year
olds in the cub scouts.
The morning's news was
also full of glowing praise for Nelson Mandela who died yesterday. I
can't claim to be an expert on international politics, but I have a
sneaking suspicion that with the benefit of hindsight future
historians will hold up Nelson Mandela as a classic example of the
old maxim "the end justified the means".
It has clearly done so in
the eyes of the fellows' contemporaries if the glowing obituaries are
to be taken seriously.
We talked about this at
work at length today and tried to determine the difference between a
terrorist
and a freedom fighter. We came to the conclusion that a freedom
fighter is a terrorist who gets his (or her) own way to the
satisfaction of the international community.
I got to work a little
earlier than usual, and once there I did my bit. At one point I
staged a coup and declared myself to be God-Emperor of the universe.
However my coup was overthrown by a counter-revolution after a dismal
five minutes. I suspect that had I the support of more (any)
minions I would have triumphed victorious. However the only one who
admitted that he would actually be a minion for me was on his tea
break at the time. Witnesses even told me that he had been asleep at
the vital moment.
Next time things will be
different.
As I came home I listened
to "Any Questions". Billed as a show in which
politicians and celebrities discuss burning issues of the day, I've
always found the show to feature unknown gas-bags spouting drivel.
Tonight's show had two politicians, an economist and an author.
One of the politicians
was trying to make out that our society's new-found need for food
banks was a good thing. The author publically crucified him whilst
the audience shouted swear words..
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