There was a minor
disaster this morning; only three slices of bread left. So I made my
sandwich for lunch with two of them and had the slice left over for
my toast. When "er indoors TM"
gripes about where all the bread went I shall tell her that "Furry
Face TM" ate it and let him take the
flack. That dog can do no wrong in her eyes, so everyone will be
happy.
Having watched telly and
checked out social media I navigated my way to my car. Being dustbin
day the recycling bins had been intricately strewn across the
pavements in such a way as to ensure maximum inconvenience to all
pedestrians. It's actually easier to shove the bins back where they
came from rather then putting them here there and everywhere, but the
bin men delight in leaving carnage in their wake. They also seem to
enjoy scattering loads of litter from the bins that "accidentally"
falls out along the way.
To work. The pundits on
the radio were holding a post-mortem on the results of yesterday's
election. The parties of wanton greed and shameless opportunism had
their arses handed to them on a plate. Well intentioned incompetence
did better than had been expected, but the overall winner would seem
to be racism.
The pundits were
questioning whether racism was actually a winning policy, or whether
it was just a form of protest. I cannot help but hope that this
current trend of voting for blatant racism is just that - a protest.
Mind you it's a protest that I hope that won't be repeated at next
year's elections (which actually count for something). This form of
protest vote could end up being akin to crapping the bed in protest
at something which is going on three streets away, and then having to
lay in a crapped bed.
And to those of my loyal
readers who think I should shut my rattle about things political... I
sympathise, but cannot help but see several historical parallels
between these elections and what went on about ninety years ago.
(What am I on about? - Read some history !!)
The radio also featured
an interview with Stewart
Copeland, drummer of "The Police"
Apparently he's not only
a drummer but he's a composer too. And he was talking about becoming
a conductor too. After all, as he said, a conductor is only a drummer
using just one stick.
He gave quite an
interesting interview really.
Home, and with "Furry
Face TM" walked we put on our glad rags
and went up to the Elwick Club. There was a rather serious gathering
of the clans for a wedding reception. It was a really good party; the
band were rather good; and I am reliably informed their guest
vocalist was in a field of his own (and sounds better in a field
on his own). After a little while it all became rather vague, as
is always the case when one or two are gathered together.
I shall be rough in the
morning...
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