Over brekkie I watched an
episode of "Family Guy". I've noticed that I've
recorded too many episodes of that show in HD. That takes up an awful
lot of space on my SkyPlus box. Whilst trying to find BBC Three in
standard d (as opposed to HD) I discovered an amazing show.
"College
Hotties" features skimpily-lad vacuous bimbos waggling
their charms at the camera. It was on the FilmOn.TV channel (Sky
channel 237) at 6.30am. It passed an otherwise dull ten minutes
but it has to be said that the plot is rather simplistic.
I set off to work a
little earlier than I would normally (even though I was on the
early shift). There had been developments on that geocache I'd
whinged about yesterday. Overnight the thing had actually been put
out. Seeing as I would be driving past it anyway I thought I'd have
another go to try to find it.
As I drove through a
rather damp morning I listened to the radio. Apparently an ex-tree
hugger-hippie-ban-the-bomber has been awarded forty thousand pounds
in damages
from the Metropolitan Police. Over a two year period of spying on
her and informing the authorities of her every movement, an
undercover copper even had a child with this ex-animal rights
activist to maintain his cover. I can see how the authorities need to
keep an eye on the extremist fringe, but surely this was a bit
excessive. Personally in his shoes I might have stretched to a mucky
weekend away, but that would have been as far as I would have gone
(given the chance)
There was also an
interview with the leader
of Plaid Cymru (the Welsh Nationalist party). She raised
some quite interesting points. It would seem that in the aftermath of
the Scottish independence debacle the Scots have got rather a good
deal from the rest of the UK. In fact in many ways a better deal than
the rest of the UK have got. The Welsh aren't at all happy about why
the Scots should be treated better than the Welsh, English or Irish.
She didn't *actually* say that the Welsh now all hate the
Scots, but that was pretty much the gist of her rant. I thought that
was rather an extreme position; just when we though the Union was
sorted, all sorts of constitutional aggro would seem to be on the
way.
I got the Canterbury,
parked up, and went to have another look for that elusive geocache.
According to the instructions I was to go to the designated place and
listen. The instructions were rather vague about what I should be
listening for, but I'm always game for this sort of thing.
I listened for fifteen
minutes and heard the passing traffic and the occasional seagull.
With time pressing I gave up, and logged on line that I'd drawn
another blank.
By the time I'd driven to
the works car park (three minutes) the chap who'd hidden that
cache had logged that it "was stollen". A couple of
hours later the same fellow archived it. What a complete waste of my
time that had been.
There are those who would
say that about tupperware-hunting in general; but that would be
rather harsh.
I did my thing at work;
by my own admission today I was "a blur of activity".
I had to point that out to my colleagues who otherwise might not have
noticed.
Lunch time sax practice
was fun; in addition to "Goose on the Razzle" I had
two new tunes to learn. At the moment "Amazing Grace"
is just "Rather Mediocre Grace", and "Baker
Street" is something of a disappointment. But I have a
little while to work on them.
An early start made for
an early finish, and we spent the evening feedning McDonalds to
grandsons. Well, to the oldest one at least. The littun is still too
small for McScoff. Mind you, at three weeks of age he's put on over a
pound in weight since he was born...
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