Up at silly o'clock, and
being Thursday morning I watched the latest episode of "The
Tomorrow People". After weeks of inaction the story is now
beginning to take off. It's taken long enough. I then had a mooch
round cyber-space; nothing much seemed to be happening, other than
that there was to be an astro club committee meeting tonight. I must
have been told about it, but the news came as something of a
surprise.
As I drove to work much
of the talk on the radio was about the ongoing
elections in India. For all that it is apparently the biggest
election the world has ever seen, there's no denying that the thing
is a matter of indifference to me. Is it arrogant to say that I felt
it was a waste of air time to have devoted half the show to it?
Perhaps of slightly more
interest was the news article prompted by the death of US
wrestling star Ultimate Warrior. The pundits wheeled on a
has-been of British wrestling who openly admitted what I've suspected
for years; that professional wrestling is all pantomime and the
matches are fixed. This chap specifically said this about my old
favourite; the WWF (or WWE as it is now known), and was
crystal-clear that this has been going on for years.
I wonder if the wrestling
establishment will make a fuss about this announcement made on prime
time British radio.
I was a little bit miffed
about the revelations made about the anti-flu
drug Tamiflu. Having felt bullied into having the injection last
year, and then having been ill for several days afterwards, I was not
impressed to hear today that there have been serious reservations
expressed about the stuff; the evidence suggesting that it didn't
actually work.
And so to work where to
improve the public standing of the inestimable Soup Boy I spent some
time coaching him on making a dramatic entrance every time he came
into a room. the news That we had been working on his opening was
deliberately misconstrued by several...
Lunchtime's saxophone
practice was uneventful for once. I'm getting better, and can manage
most of my five tunes without too many bum notes. I'm quite looking
forward to Saturday's lesson to see what comes next.
Home, where "Furry
Face TM" did not greet me with his usual
enthusiasm. In fact when he saw me he ran to his basket where he
cowered. He'd managed to get the wrappings from last night's gammon
out of the bin, and in doing so he'd knocked the bin over. It was no
real problem, but the little dog looked terrified. I can't help but
wonder if he was beaten and mistreated before he came to us; he's
rarely naughty around the house but whenever he is, he never needs to
be told off as he always knows he's been bad and he is terrified.
To show him I wasn't
angry I showed him his lead. Usually he would go ballistic on seeing
his lead; this time he came to me slowly and sheepishly. Mind you
once we were at the park he was back to his usual self.
And so home. The astro
club committee meeting had been a false alarm so we had a bottle of
plonk for tea...
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