Up with the lark, and I
watched the Christmas episode of "Derek" over
brekkie. Previous episodes and series of this show have been really
good. I felt this Christmas special was rather lame in comparison.
I then resisted the urge
to tell someone in cyber-space to f... off. I'd heard tell that the
regulations for concealing tupperware in Forestry Commission land
have been relaxed, and so I had asked in the local
tupperware-foragers group if anyone knew any details. Rather than
answering the question, the very person who would be in a position to
answer the question responded with unnecessary sarcasm.
I've encountered this
sort of behaviour from this chap elsewhere in cyber-space before.
Does it cause him physical pain to give a straight answer to a
straight question? Bearing in mind that the group in question is
mainly used by local people I can't help but feel the chap in
question is deliberately trolling.
And so to work. As I
drove the talk on the radio was doom and gloom about the recent
tragedy in Glasgow. There was little else mentioned today.
I got to Morrisons
thinking I'd treat myself to Christmas Eve sarnies; I found the place
was heaving. If it was that busy at 7.30am I would hate to be there
later in the day.
I got to work, and did my
bit. At lunch time I thought about saxing, but the rain put me off. So
I stayed inside. For some inexplicable reason I spent much of the day
whistling "Joy to the World" right up until the
point when the power supply in the PC I was using popped. It did make
me jump, and I spent the rest of the day giggling after that.
Home, and the Rear
Admiral called round and gave us a lift to Steve & Sarah. We had
a rather good evening chatting with a dozen friends and scoffing far
too much Chinese take out. Must do it again soon.
Once home I had a little
sample of the Christmas beer I've brewed. At more than double the
usual cost for about half the usual volume, I don't actually like it
very much...
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