I was up with the lark
and watching the latest episode of the re-made "The Tomorrow
People" shortly after 6am this morning. Having been marking
time for a while, the plot seems to be going somewhere now. And once
I'd watched the show I watched most of my brekkie toast go down my
dog's neck. He likes toast.
My drive to work was
dull; the news was not memorable. Work was unremarkable; but my
lunchtime sax practice went well. I can now get just over half of the
notes out of teh thing; even if "C" does elude me.
And I got something resembling a tune as well.
There's no denying that
my piss boiled as I listened to the news on my way home. A
new dwarf planet has been identified, and irregularities in its
orbit hint at a planet-sized object out there in the Kuiper belt. But
rather than treating the discovery seriously, Radio Four wheeled on
Sky at Night presenter Dr Lucie Green and openly and publically
insulted her and the entire astronomical community. Rather than
conducting a serious interview, they asked three schoolchildren to
interview her. I'm not sure why they had children involved, but they
asked some rather stupid questions. Does anyone really need to ask if
a planet so far from the Sun would have life? And then having been
given the obvious answer, who would then ask if the planet had
oxygen?
Again Radio Four takes a
space-related issue and trivialises it.
I was also rather gripped
by jealousy by the Norwegan chap with more
money than sense. Having moored his rather expensive yacht he hen
forgot about the thing. Few people could afford a yacht; fewer still
could afford to forget they had one.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. We weren't out for
long; being caught in a thunderstorm rather put both of us off of the
idea of a stroll. So we came home to dry off. I expect that shed is
now awash again...
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