Over brekkie I watched
more "Game of Thrones"; I'm now on to the third
season. Mind you I'm not entirely sure I'm happy with the way the
plot is going. It started off as a medieval punch-up; now it's
becoming more and more "The Adventures of Harry Potter's
many-greats Grandad".
As I drove to work the
news told of how the terrorist cleric Abu Hamza has finally been
found
guilty of his crimes by a court of law.
This chap has been a
prominent terrorist and advocate of terrorism for many years, and
finally justice has been done. However it does seem odd that having
delivered a "Guilty" verdict, the court won't
actually do any sentencing until September.
It is also rather strange
that there had to be a legal wrangle taking many years to get him to
stand trial in an American court for his crimes of having murdered
British people. I suppose that bearing in mind the shambolic nature
of British courts (about which I have blogged countless times)
the fact that he is clearly guilty of several atrocities means that a
British court would let him off without question. And would then
award him damages as a compensation for his inconvenience.
Every morning I gripe
about what I hear on the radio. In the mornings I hear some of the
radio show on Radio Four; as I drive home in the evening I hear
hardly any of it; the reception is terrible along the A28, and has
been for some time. Oddly the problem seems to be confined to Radio
Four - I've never had a problem tuning in to any other radio station
along that road. I've noticed this on the radios of four different
cars over the last ten (or more) years.
Today Radio Four's
reception was particularly bad; I could hardly hear a thing. I
twiddled the dial and found half a dozen other radio stations from
which I got perfect reception. I wonder what is the problem with
Radio Four. I phoned the BBC to let them know that there is something
specifically up with the Radio Four transmitter. They couldn't care
less.
I would change my radio
allegiance in protest if not for the fact that most of the other
radio stations are just not the same.
I received an email. And
my piss boiled. (It does that) Every month the local
geocachers have a meet-up which is usually in a pub somewhere in the
county. I've volunteered to host the August meet-up and thought that
rather than going to a pub we might meet at Viccie Park and have a
picnic.
After all the pub's not
cheap, and a picnic in the sun would be fun.
Geo-rules say I need to
have formal permission to use Viccie Park, so I sent an email off to
the council. They replied. They are happy for us to use the park, but
if I put up a gazebo to keep the sun off, or put up the county
geo-banner I must first show them my public liability insurance.
I've been trying to think
of somewhere that isn't council land. The Forestry Commission people
won't reply to my overtures. We'll go back to the pub, eh?
With Furry Face TM"
walked we set off to Somerset Road for the weekly gathering where I
slept through an episode of "Merlin". I used to like
that show; it's geting to be rather samey now...
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