After a better night's
sleep I watched "Revolution". In today's episode
everyone kept their kit on; which was probably for the best. Mind you
in this morning's show it was rather obvious that the leading bimbo
was wearing make-up. Bearing in mind that the basic premise of the
show is that they are living in a post-apocalyptic world with no
electricity and in which modern society has collapsed, and that our
heroes are on the run; where does she get a regular supply of slap
and lippy?
"Furry Face TM"
was hoping for toast; he was unlucky today. Mind you he did seem
subdued this mornning. There was a dog barking down the street at
6am. We could both hear it, and for some reason the sound seemed to
upset my dog. Perhaps he knew it was wrong and thought he might get
the blame?
Off to work. The Prime
Minister would seem to be "Mr Popular" at the moment
on the radio's news; despite having had his private conversations
spread
all over the news he still seems to be riding high after the
victory over the Scottish Independance-ists last week. Meanwhile Ed
Milliband tried to be clever by giving a speech "off the
cuff" and forgot
to mention the most burning issues of the day.
Mind you, does anyone
really have any interest in the antics of the Prime Minister and the
Leader of tthe Opposition? To
quote Hanna Toms (Labour's Prospective Parliamentary Candidate
for Truro and Falmouth)
talking about the deficit
"For most people, they don't understand what it [the deficit]
is anyway" and in all honestly I think she might be right.
not only about the deficit but on a much wider scale. I suspect few
people have any real grasp of the country's political situation.
Least of all the Prime Minister and the Leader of tthe Opposition.
I did my bit at work, and
came home again. I took "Furry Face TM"
round the park for a rather uneventful walk, and once home I
struggled to get our old mattress into the back of my car. I've been
trying to get rid of it for some time; we finally found someone who
wanted a mattress, but had no transport. So I drove the thing to
Arlington.
Whilst we were in the
area we delivered birthday stuff to "My Boy TM"
who will be twenty seven tomorrow, and then helped him eat turkey
steaks and beef burgers and veg from his garden. Very tasty.
Especially his home grown chili which gave me hiccups.
We were home rather later
than expected; Dara O'Briain was spouting drivel on the telly, aand
my dog was farting. Perhaps I should have stayed with "My Boy
TM" and his various vegetables...
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