Again I slept right
through until the alarm woke me this morning. This is becoming
something of a habit. However unlike yesterday I had an audience as I
scoffed my toast. I did feel guilty as I ate the lot without offering
"Furry Face TM" any scraps. Mind
you, this dog-diet seems to be working for him (not that he's at
all impressed.) Allowing for the difficulty of accurately
weighing a Patagonian Tripe-Hound on bathroom scales, he would seem
to have lost half a kilogramme in weight. Bearing in mind I had no
idea how much more he needs to lose I had a look on the Internet.
According to the Internet
he should have one kilogramme in weight for every five centimetres of
his height.
A rough calculation shows
he's got (about) another two kilogrammes to lose to get to his
ideal weight. Bit like me, really.
As I drove to work there
was lots of talk on the radio about the ongoing trials
of self-driving cars. If I had one I'd probably sleep on my way
to work. Or read my Kindle app. Either way I probably wouldn't listen
to the news which would be better for my nerves. My piss boiled as
the leader of the Scottish Nationalist Party was ranting
on the airwaves about wanting an end to austerity in the UK. She
might have a point; she might not. What amazes me is how the Scottish
Nationalists have become such a key part of UK politics over the last
few months despite comprehensively losing the Scottish independence
referendum. Anyone would think that such a defeat would have killed
the party off permanently. How many other political groups can get
such a surge in popularity after having had their one and only policy
firmly rammed up their own arse by the electorate?
I got to work; I did
some. Remembering yesterday's episode in which I found myself a
groupie I was rather dubious about going saxing today; but Pink
Panthers don't play themselves so I took myself off for a practice.
Whilst I played I was
amused by watching the people around me. The car park has become a
rather busy place recently. The car park in which I park and practice
hasn't been open that long. It was recently re-built and is much
larger than it used to be. When it first opened everyone would park
near the entrance, and there would be a *long* way between me
at the far end of the car park and the nearest car. Now more and more
people are parking nearer to where I park. And at lunch time the
people who have parked near to me seem to find reasons to come to
their cars for a minute or so; thinking I don't realise that they've
only come to stare at me. And when people drive off at lunch time
they invariably set off in completely the wrong direction so they can
drive past me to stare and see what I am doing.
Is a fat bald bloke
playing the saxophone rather badly *really* that fascinating?
Once home we had a rather
good bit of scoff amd abottle of plonk and watched "Puss in
Boots". Can't beleive I've never watched that film before...
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