A reasonable night's
sleep marred only by my dog having a "potty emergency"
sometime whilst we were all asleep.
Over brekkie I saw I'd
been nominated for the Ice
Bucket Challenge in which I am supposed to empty a bucket of ice
over my head to raise money for the McMillans charity. I'm not going
to take this one up.
I would do it for a
"proper" charity. I'm sorry, but I feel (very
strongly) about things like this. Why should any government of
any political persuasion pay for any service which someone else will
fund for them? Cancer care, air ambulances.... where will it end? Why
don't we ask everyone who gets paid to work in the public sector (in
any position whatsoever) to go and get a proper job and then come
back and do their work in an unpaid capacity in their spare time?
Look at the state that
schools are now in; dependent on parent-teacher associations to hold
jumble sales to finance the text books for the children. Books that
were once paid for by allocated funding.
I've since been told that
I can choose a different (proper) charity.... and that a
bucket of ice is coming my way whether I like it or not. That's told
me (!)
To cool my boiling piss I
took "Furry Face TM" for a walk.
We went up into town and through the Memorial Gardens where we kept
quiet; we didn't want to wake the tramp who was still asleep on the
park bench. As we walked we both pursued our mutual hobbies; I tried
to repel the scourge of the blue scum (it's an Ingress thing)
whilst Fudge tried to eat last night's vomit left by numerous pissed
teenagers staggering out of night clubs.
We came home through the
park where we met four other Patagonian Tripe-Hounds; dogs exactly
like mine. Different colours but all of the same body shape. Mind you
I say " the same body shape"; there's no denying
that my dog was far and away the chubbiest. I think the vet was
serious when he said it was diet time for that pup.
Once home I phoned the
mobile phone company and had a whinge. Far from being "everything
everywhere" I find them to be "nothing anywhere".
I get some mobile internet signal in towns, but nothing indoors at
work or in the countryside where Vodaphone seems to excel. The mobile
phone people have doubled my allowance, for what its worth.
I then solved a few
geo-puzzles for a walk which we'll do over the next few weeks. We
then drove out to Bonnington to pick up one particular geocache; I
have now found every cache within six miles of home. We came home via
Tesco where we got suppllies for the afternoon's barbie.
The Rear Admiral arrived
and we went round to Steve and Sarah's for that barbie. We had an
excellent afternoon; a dozen of us sat in the sunshine (desipite a
couple of rain showers), scoffed food, drank beer, and just
enjoyed the afternoon.
There are those who would
say that having had four pints of stout, going on to a beer festival
wouldn't be the most sensible of ideas. But in my world (and this
*is* my world) common sense rarely triumphs over idiot
enthusiasm. "Access All Areas" were playing at the
Riverside Inn's beer festival. It was only round the corner; it would
have been rude not to have put in an appearence. Whilst there I met
two ex-cubs; one now eighteen; the other now twenty-seven. Where do
the years go?
More of our number
arrived, and we bandied insults and collected photos for "Crackwatch"
until the band started. Perhaps I'm a tad biased, but "Access
All Areas" are rather good. It's been said (many times)
that I don't like live music. That's probably true in the most part
because most live bands cover up their inadequacies by turning up the
volume. And the more rubbish a band, the louder they play. "Access
All Areas" were good; I particularly liked
their guest singers this evening.
There's no denying that
by the time I reached the ninth pint of the day things were becoming
rather vague...
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