I didn't sleep especially
well last night; far better than I have in the past but rather poorly
by today's standards. I found myself abluted, with the dishwasher
loaded and was watching Reggie Perrin launching his "Grot"
empire before 6am.
I then checked out social
media, and again my piss boiled. Twee slogans are irritating enough,
but platitudes about how people achieve so much through hard work are
all very well for those who have got lucky, but are frankly insulting
to those who actually worked hard to no avail.
I saw that there was a
wedding today. A distant cousin was getting married to her
girlfriend. I wish the pair well; even if they do stuff their
lesbianism down everyone's throats. I've always been a staunch
supporter of gay rights, and I am very happy for them. But this
morning as I read all the messages of support and congratulations on
Facebook I saw one from one of the bride's mothers. She seemed
delighted about the arrangement.
This made me wonder how I
would be reacting had "Daddies Little Angel TM"
or "My Boy TM" "taken the
other bus" or "was good with colours" or
even went so far as to "bake a moist sponge" or to
"bowl from the pavilion end".
I'm rather ashamed to say
that I don't think that I would not have been quite so sanguine about
it as these two's mothers seem to be.
As I drove to work I
couldn't help but notice how empty the roads were. Why was hardly
anyone travelling today?
As I drove I listened to
the news through the constant crackling of interference. The Welsh
police have been accused of failure as a couple of Welsh lads have
run
away to fight in the never-ending religious conflicts in the
Middle East.
I don't see how the
police can be held accountable. If anyone is responsible we should
blame the society which allows such religious brainwashing to take
place. And as for those lads who've run off to fight, let them go.
We shouldn't let them
come back (if they survive!), but we should let them go.
And I couldn't beleive my
ears when the cost
of the recent phone hacking trial was revealed. Sixty million
quid. Regardless of the outcome, justice costs too much.
I don't know how the
costs can be reduced, but justice is certainly beyond the budget of
all but a very exclusive elite.
I gave the usual sax
practice a miss over lunchtime and instead spent some time working on
the evening's presentation for the astro club. And with work done I
then went on to said astro club via a minor McDiversion for some
McDinner. You can never go wrong with a quarter-pounder, fries,
banana shake and a McFlurry.
Astro club went well. A
reasonable turn out; even if numbers are noticably down on what they
once were. My talk on galaxies went quite well I thought. I wonder
what I shall talk about next time...
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