Another
good night's sleep; I'm slowly getting used to having air forced up
my conk for most of the night. I go to bed and put on the CPAP
machine and it gently wafts air into my beak. As the night goes on
and my airways close up so the thing gradually increases the air
flow. When I wake (seven
hours later!!!!)
the thing is blowing at seemingly hurricane force. Bearing in mind
that when I woke today the thing was blowing harder than I ever
could, it's hardly surprising I was waking every night.
I
watched more "Game
of Thrones"
over brekkie. It's a good enough show; the plot and acting are good.
Does it really need all the nudity and sex scenes as well? (Or
am I just getting more and more puritanical as I get older?)
And with my toast alternately scoffed and fed to "Furry
Face TM"
I checked out the Internet.
I've
had a friend request via Facebook. A rather attractive young lady by
the name of Therese
Tierney wants to be my cyber-friend. On the one hand I like to be
sociable; after all there have been so many times when I have taken a
chance, said hello to someone new, and started many special
friendship.
On the other hand I
don't recognise this person's name or face, and I have absolutely no
idea who this person is, or in what way she might know me.
I seem to have no friends
in common with her; and from what I can work out she seems to be
based in Southern Ireland. I wonder who she is...
I stopped off in Asda on
my way to work. A few years ago I would pop in to Asda on my way to
work every day; now it's months since I was last there. But needs
must; as I was scoffing brekkie earlier I'd realised that my
"flowers and frolics" were cold. The material of my
jim-jams had worn through in a particularly vital spot and I was
"hanging out". New jim-jams were needed. Urgently.
I got some new
undercrackers as well; I've had something of a high attrition rate on
the elastic of those recently.
And then on to work. As I
drove there was an article being broadcast about and from one of
Google's
new robot cars. Still experimental, the car was doing all the
driving, taking the developer and the interviewer on a tour around
somewhere or other (I didn't catch where). The car was
generally reacting as it should to road conditions, and has
apparently been judged safer than a human driver (by various
independent tests).
The chap being
interviewed seemed to think that driverless robot cars would be
commonplace within ten years. There was then an interesting question
posed.... given that a robotic car is demonstrably safer than the one
I drive about (because it's me driving it as opposed to a
computer) how much cheaper would the insurance on one be? Or more
realistically given that robotic cars will probably be insured at
much the same rates as cars of today are, how much more will we have
to pay for the insurance for a traditional "self-drive" car
in years to come?
Personally I'm amazed
that self-driving cars weren't developed years ago.
This
article made my piss boil. Apparently not content with the
abysmal standard of behaviour and attainment in our schools, the
crackpot educational theorists have decided that asking children to
show respect to their teachers is making the brats depressed. It's
been suggested that children no longer call teachers "Sir"
or "Miss", but should address teachers by their first
names.
Call me old fashioned if
you will, but the sooner we get back to proper discipline in schools
the sooner we'll have school leavers who can read and write, and
we'll have a decent society again.
I did my bit at work,
blew my sax badly, and came home. For a change of scenery me and
"Furry Face TM" went round Frog's
Island for our evening walk. It took much the same time, and as we
were walking I found a ten pence piece on the pavement. That was a
result.
Once home I gave "Furry
Face TM" his tea, and I got five gallons
of best bitter on the go. There's a camping weekend on the horizon.
In years gone by I've spent over eighty quid on a weekend's beer. Now
I spend less than a tenner and get more for my money. More
quantitatively; qualitatively is arguable...
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