I shared my toast with my
dog as we watched the latest episode of South Park. Whilst it was
amusing, like Family Guy, I get the distinct impression that not
being up on current American affairs I am missing most of the jokes
in the show.
Leaving er indoors TM"
fast asleep I set off to work. The original plan for today was not
for me to be working. The original plan featured a serious booze-up
in Canterbury. But there is a limit to how far up I can booze these
days without feeling seriously under the weather. And with money
being tight the opportunity for a little extra is not to be turned
down lightly.
As I drove I couldn't
help but admire the sunrise. Leaving a little later than usual meant
I was not driving in the darkness, which was a good thing.
As I drove I listened to
the radio. There was talk about the effects of post traumatic stress
disorder on servicemen; especially focussing on the recent case of a
soldier who killed his toddler.
Apparently PTSD is far
commoner in the USA than here in the UK, or so it was alleged. The
expert being interviewed disputed that claim. It was then claimed
that PTSD was a contributory factor for so many ex-servicemen being
in prison. And then my piss boiled. The interviewer quoted (from
somewhere or other) that ten per cent of the UK prison population are
ex-servicemen. The expert being interviewed disputed that figure;
claiming the actual percentage varied depending on how it was
calculated. How does that work? You add up the number of
ex-servicemen in prison and divide by the total prison population.
Both figures should be matters of public record. How could there be
any question on the matter?
Something else which
should be beyond question are the allegations
against the disc jockey Dave Lee Travis. Apparently there is
video footage of him shoving his hand up the skirt of some bimbo who
was foisting herself on to him whilst he was introducing the Smurfs
during an episode of "Top of the Pops" in the mid-1970s. If
the video footage exisits then one can't help but wonder if the same
sequence contains the protests of this now grown up bimbo. Perhaps if
she didn't want to have sex with a radio presenter, had she
complained at the time then the complaint might have been recorded.
It's either on record or it's not.
Co-incidentally I watched
an episode of "Top of the Pops" (from 1979) the
other day. The DJ presenting the show seemed to be being mobbed by
nubile bimbos. I can't help but think that those bringing allegations
against Dave Lee Travis are applying today's social standards to the
1970s. Things were very different then.
Over the last few days
and weeks I have grumbled about the constant rain. If nothing else I
have now found the cause of the rain. The
Prime Minister is to blame. Apparently this spate of bad weather
has been sent by God to punish the Prime Minister because he has
supported the princuiple of gay marriage. Or so says a leading
crackpot councillor.
What can I say? God may
well be punishing the Prime Minister. However I can't help but feel
it unfair that everyone else has to suffer with him. Couldn't the
Almighty have smited him with a boil on his bum or something that
wouldn't have bothered all the innocent bystanders. I can't help but
wonder how many weddings between same sex couples have been postponed
because of the bad weather. I suspect that there weren't many.
Once at work I did my bit
on a surprisingly busy day. The aching back and stomach muscles
didn't help much. And with my bit done I came home. Ans fell asleep
in front of the telly. Again...
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