Despite a rather
physically challenging weekend spent going up and down the South
Downs I didn't sleep as well as I thought I might last night. But I
slept better than I have done over the last year or so; I suppose in
the New World Order of CPAP blowing air up my nose, five hours sleep
is good.
I got up, cleaned out a
beer barrel and got it sterilising in readiness for later, and then
watched more "Game of Thrones" over brekkie. It's
quite a good show with plausible characters, but it's getting rather
tricky to keep count of who has porked who. And I do wonder just how
long they can maintain such a high death rate among the leading
characters.
To work; I listened to
the news as I drove. My piss boiled whe I heard that crackpots are
going to allow children (some as young as nine years old) to
choose
to take drugs which will delay the onset of puberty so that they
can decide whether to grow up as they were born to, or whether they
want to undergo gender reassignment procedures before hormones make
nature's choice for them.
You really have to
question whether whatever half-wit came up with this idea has ever
actually spent any time in the company of nine year old children.
Whilst I am all in favour of non discrimination against anyone over
matters of gender and sexuality, the idea of trying to ask such
serious questions of a nine year old is frankly ridiculous.
There was another
rather laughable article about a competition/challenge (with a
ten million pound prize) prize being launched to solve one of the
greatest scientific problems facing the world today. That problem
being.... well, the competition organisers don't know what the
greatest scientific problems facing the world today actually are. But
(to their credit) they are going to stage
a public consultation to get some suggestions.
Bearing in mind that the
public being asked is the same public which holds "X-Factor"
and "Britain's Got Talent" in such high regard, I
dread to think which matter of piddling triviality will be declared
to be the greatest scientific problem facing the world today.
However I suspect that if
the public are to be asked, it will involve Ant and Dec.
The Leader of the
Opposition was then interviewed
live on the radio. He was blathering on about proposed increases
to the minimum wage. In years gone by (as a confirmed leftie)
I would have applauded his every word. Nowadays... I suppose he means
well. But I've no idea what he was actually saying; I wasn't paying
attention. He didn't hold my attention.
On reflection I suppose
the Prime Minister also means well and he doesn't hold my attention
either. (I won't extend my leniency to the Deputy Prime
minister...)
I stopped off in
Morrisons for some apples and bananas. I got some armpit-squirt too.
Morrison's own stuff was less than half the price of the posh brands,
so my pits will be Morrison flavoured for the next few weeks. Shaving
gel was BOGOF so I got loads of that. We all like a bit of BOGOF.
To work, where I did some
(work, that is). At lunchtime I went off to the car park and
had my sax practice.
Oh dear..
As I got my sax out I was
harangued by a gaggle of passing Eastern Europeans who demanded to
know why I hadn't got a parking ticket stuck on my car. I explained
that we were in a staff car park and that I had a staff parking
permit. My foreign friends demanded to be told where they could get a
staff parking permit. I told them. They didn't like what I said. They
weren't at all impressed by the fact that the permits were only
available to staff; they really didn't like that you have to pay for
said permits. It transpired that these people resented having to pay
to use the regular car park, and they thought it discriminatory that
those who didn't want to pay to go in the regular car park couldn't
park for free in the staff car park.
I suggested they might
whinge to senior management and sent them off in the general
direction of the other end of the hospital. I then practiced various
tunes rather badly for half an hour, and just as I was packing up I
got a torrent of abuse from a young mother with a toddler. She
claimed that the toddler had just toddled all the way (she never
did say from where) to come to listen to me, and how dare I pack
up just as the audience was forming.
I took a deep breath and
explained politely that I was only practicing; not performing. And
also that my sax playing is rather dreadful at best. However in the
interests of keeping the pubic sweet I offered to give the littlun a
private rendition. I asked the kiddie if he would like that and he
burst into tears and buried his head in his mother's skirt.
It was at that point that
I walked away.
Once home I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. It was a beautiful
evening; today had been the hottest day of the year so far, and
Ashford had been the third hottest place in the UK today. We went
round the park.
Once "er indoors
TM" set off bowling I got the latest batch
of beer into the barrel, and sat down to watch more "Game of
Thrones". "Blondie Dragon-girl" is long
overdue a flopping-out...
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