Another night with more
than six hours sleep. This is becoming something of a habit.
Over brekkie (shared
with my dog) I watched last night's episode of "The
Tomorrow People". As well as having implausible sex, the
show also featured rather implausible science. Admittedly scientific
nonsense is the main premise of any sci-fi show. However for it to
work beleivably, the trick is to have a scientist write much of the
techno-babble; that way the scientific jargon used might just be
remotely plausible. If the thing is based on fact it may have just
the teensiest credibility. Trying to create dialogue from words read
(but not understood) on Wikipedia doesn't do the trick.
I watched the latest
episode of "Derek" too; Derek went on a date. It was really
sweet.
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for his walk. On the way we saw
Frankie-Doodle; an ex- best friend of "My Boy TM"
and an ex-cub scout of mine. He's done well for himself over the
elast few years; he's now richer than my entire family combined.
I took my dog to the
park. Yesterday I'd bought him a new toy - a tennis ball complete
with throwing stick. Today we tried it out. I flung the ball into the
distance. He woofed, ran after it, destroyed the ball completely and
brought me back the remains. Oh well, that was seventy pence down the
toilet. If any of my loyal readers have any tennis balls they don't
want, I still have the throwing stick...
I had trouble getting him
to come back to me at one point. A passing normal person was feeding
"Furry Face TM" (and all the
other dogs in the park) with dog-treats. I wish people wouldn't
do that. As I put the lead on to my dog (who didn't want to be
dragged away) I asked the chap with the treats if they were
lactose-free diabetic-friendly low-salt treats. The chap's jaw
dropped. He had no idea. I gave him and the assembled throng of other
dog-walkers a sickly smile and suggested that we should all hope that
those dog treats were harmless as I for one didn't know which dogs
were diabetic or had allergies.
I'm sure this chap meant
well, but I wish other people wouldn't feed my dog without asking
first. I maintain that a previous cat of mine died because I couldn't
get her in at night because a well-meaning busybody wouldn't stop
feeding her (despite having been asked not to countless times)
Once home I mucked out
the washing machine's filter. I had this idea it might have been the
worse for the mud that had been on two pairs of walking shoes that I
fed into it a day or so ago. It wasn't; for which I was grateful. I
then did an hour's ironing whilst watching "Game of Thrones".
Unlike Tomorrow People this lot have real sex because they take their
clothes off first before getting jiggy. The beasts (!)
And with ironing ironed
something rather unusual happened. My perfect precious little puppy
got a smack.
He had been worrying at
the back door. I knew he didn't want the toilet. I knew what he
wanted. I warned him, but I gave him a chance... Once I'd opened the
back door he ran down the garden, shouting all the way, and started
throwing himself at the fence trying to upset the dogs next door.
Exactly how I knew he would. He's been told off so many times about
that, and today I saw red.
He certainly took notice
this time.
Feeling quite the bully I
set off to work for another late shift. The home brew shop was open
today. They had the fruit beer I was after. At three times the price
of a beer kit in Wilkos )and making less than half of the volume
too). Needless to say I didn't get any.
Another rip-off was the
price of sandwiches in Morrisons' petrol station. Again I forgot to
make lunch, so I thought I'd pick up a sarnie whilst getting petrol.
Sandwiches were £2.50. The same thing (in less fancy packaging)
in the Cheapo Bargain shop was 99p. So I drove round to the Cheapo
Bargains shop. They were also doing bags of Walkers crisps for
fifteen pence a bag. You can't say no to a bargain like that.
The rest of the day went
relatively well; sax practice was good. "Yankee Doodle"
is coming together, and two other tunes I only ever squawked for the
first time some five days ago are now reasonably recognisable.
I came home; the radio
featured a religious service broadcast from the church of St
Martin-in-the-Fields, Trafalgar Square to celebrate Ascension Day,
marking the moment when the risen Jesus ascended into heaven, leaving
his disciples with the joyful promise of the gift of his Holy Spirit
(apparently). In a novel break with tradition they had
dispensed with dirge-music and were employing jazz instead. it didn't
do it for me...
Oh - and my rash still
itches.
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