I suppose I had a
reasonable night, but I was still up and watching telly before 6am.
Today I watched something I'd recorded over the weekend; old Doctor
Who episodes. Specifically the first episode in which the daleks ever
appeared on our TV screens.
I was disappointed.
I knew that the special
effects weren't up to much. But I rather thought the plot and
storyline and acting might get round that little hiccup. They did
not. Doctor Who has always been a character to whom one would warm .
William Hartnell's Doctor was surly and unfriendly. Not at all
likeable. And it didn't help that William Hartnell usually got his
lines wrong as well. For example in today's episode our heroes were
searching for "anti-radiation drugs". The Doctor was
talking about "anti-radiation gloves... erm... drugs".
I expect I shall watch
the next instalment tomorrow. If nothing else it will give me
something to whinge about.
And so to work. As I
drove I listened to the radio. The talk was about how the incidence
of violence and crime is at its lowest
level for years. Not only in the UK, but internationally. Many
reasons have been postulated for this; but the most likely seems to
be the decrease in binge drinking and consumption of alcohol which is
a contributory factor to many crimes.
It would seem that the
financial crisis of the last few years had left most people unable to
afford to go out drinking to excess.
Work was much the same as
ever; until I had cause to go walkabout. I encountered a tribe of
what I can only describe as "pikeys" who seemed to have met
up with an old friend. There were half a dozen of them, standing in a
semicircle, all pointing at a chubby simpleton whilst shreiking "It's
Debbie Doo-Doos" in surprise and delight. The chubby
simpleton seemed delighted to have been discovered by the pikeys and
was grinning like a loon. The more that the pikeys shrieked about
"Debbie Doo-Doos", the more "Debbie
Doo-Doos" got over excited. She was even doing a little
happy dance.
I couldn't get away quick
enough. Unlike "Debbie Doo-Doos" who seemed content
to stay there all day being told that she was "Debbie
Doo-Doos". Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't just chuck it
all in and become a professional chubby simpleton. Life is definitely
much more straightforward for them.
My lunchtime sax practice
saw me finally getting to grips with the Egyptian dance tune with
which I have been fighting for a week. Next on my list is a
traditional Hungarian ballad that is (at the moment) rather
tricky about the upper octave. We'll see how I get on with that
tomorrow.
Once home we went round
the park for our usual walk. As we went some teenagers were
haranguing the local Polish who were having their customary picnic on
the street corner. I wish they wouldn't; it will all end in tears.
"Furry Face TM"
was really good; we have a new trick. When I want to get him back on
he lead I shout to get his attention and hold up the lead. He sees it
and comes to me. I'm not sure how he learned this one, but so far it
seems to work....
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