Last night whilst
scofffing tea we watched "The Great British Bake Off".
It's a bland enough show in which a variety of normal people (!)
bake various things (as the name might suggest). It is banal
enough viewing for when one has downed half a bottle of wine and is
on the point of snoozing, but is it *really* peak time
viewing? Apparently so. I found myself getting rather hooked as the
show went on. I was rather disappointed that the fit one didn't win,
but there's no denying that I was glad that "beardie"
got the bum's rush. I'd taken an instant dislike to him.
After "Bake Off"
was yet another repeat of the last ever Monty Python show, and I then
found myself waking up in front of the telly a couple of hours later.
I felt rather rough when
I get up this morning.
"Furry Face TM"
had the crusts off of my toast as I watched "Saxondale"
and "Family Guy" and then I checked out tthe
Internet to see what had happened overnight. More people have done
the ice bucket challenge. Whilst I'm all for charitable work, there's
a
lot of bad things being said about the charity benefitting most
from these ice buckets. Are they true? I don't really know, but it
never fails to amaze me how few people actually take the time to
examine the so-called charities which they are so quick to support.
Have a look at
this list here... I suppose that back in the day popular TV such
as that presented
by Esther Rantzen were quick to expose the chalatans whilst today
we are too busy watching people baking cakes.
As I drove to work the
talk on the radio was about the terrible child
sex abuse scandal in Rotherham. I'm not defending what happened
in in any way, but I couldn't believe what I heard on the radio. The
woman wittering on during the "Thought for the Day"
was saying how difficult it is for children to be taken seriously,
and her implication was that the law should be changed so that any
allegation made by a child concerning sexual abuse implies immediate
guilt on the part of the accused. It should then be up to that
accused person to prove their innocence.
Oh my piss boiled. Has
this person never actually encountered a child? Doesn't she know that
there are many children who might just take advantage of such a legal
framework?
The sad thing is that
(speaking as a loony-leftie-crackpot myself) some of these
loony-leftie-crackpots really don't understand the implications of
the drivel they preach and then get elected to positions of
authority.
Lunchtime sax practice
was entertaining. Despite having set up as far away from anyone as I
could, some twit drove his car to park next to mine and then played
his radio at full blast to try to prove some point. After fifteen
minutes of his glaring at me (and me smiling back) he gave up
and drove away.
As I walked back to work
I realised that all the nearby workmen were whistling "Oh I
Do Like to be Beside the Seaside". If nothing else they must
have recognised the tune I was trying to master.
I didn't go straight home
from work. I went round to Queen Street where the O'Latas were moving
house. We piled boxes and things into two white vans, drove them
round to Willesborough where we unloaded, then went back for more.
Easy to type out; took three hours to do. Pausing only briefly to
take a saw to a sofa in half we came home via the KFC; it was too
late to be cooking.
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