Last night I set a bucket
of beer fermenting; this morning I was very pleased to find
fermentation was in full flow. I did dull chores, then fed most of my
toast to "Furry Face TM" as I
watched my early morning fix of telly.
I didn't watch "Game
of Thrones" over brekkie this morning; instead I caught up
on this week's episode of "The Tomorrow People".
There's no denying that his show could learn from Game of
Thrones"; if Tomorrow People are going to do nudey
prod-games, they would do them far more effectively by removing their
pants first like they do in Game of Thrones". Not that
I'm advocating nudey prod-games.
I also had enough time
for this week's episode of "Derek"; another show
which most people seem to have missed, but is not too shabby at all.
After brekkie-telly I
checked out the Internet; social media again amazed me. Intelligent
and reasonable people were once more posting frankly nonsensical
gibberish about the supposed efficacy of crackpot
pseudo-medical remedies. If sucking kiwi-fruit or drinking bleach
really did cure cancer, then cancer would never be the terrible
problem that it is.
(If anyone thinks I'm
being facetious about drinking bleach, see my rant on 18 April
2011which was inspired by a relative who, having been taken in by the
crackpot herbalists, actually was drinking bleach on a regular basis
for alleged medicinal reasons - even though every mouthful made him
throw up)
And as for the conspiracy
theories which suggest that these herbal (so-called) remedies
are being suppressed by the pharmaceutical industry... (takes a
deep breath). If rubbing pineapples on your arse really did
prevent cancer, then the pharmaceutical industry would never have
been created in the first place. It would be arse-pineapples rather
than pharmaceuticals which would be a billion pound industry. (Dur
!!)
And so to work; in my new
undercrackers; I quite like them. It's rather sad when new
undercrackers are one of the highlights of an otherwise dull day.
Mind you I'm not sure that my new socks are of quite the same
calibre; they look rather flimsy and insubstantial.
The morning's news
on the radio was rather worrying As part of the ongoing
international posturing over events in the Ukraine, Russia has raised
the possibility of its withdrawing its involvement with the
International Space Station. That's an interesting position to take;
does the rest of the world realise that at the moment (and for the
foreseeable future) Russia is the only country with the
capability to actually get to the I.S.S.?
Am I being cynical in
wondering if Russia actually realises this.? They could annex the
I.S.S. and no one could do a thing about it..
I did my bit at work; and
at lunchtime I had my sax practice. I'm trying the tunes teacher set
me; I'm struggling a little. "Yankee Doodle" is
supposed to be a fast and uplifting melody; I've transformed it into
a dirge. And squawky notes are getting more and more commonplace.
But, as they say,
practice makes perfect. Eventually.
Home, and with "Furry
Face TM" walked I came home and nearly
collapsed. I don't feel particularly well; I wonder if I'm sickening
for something. I think I might have an early night...
Perhaps some of my loyal
readers might be able to suggest a herbal tonic...
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