It's a shame that the
noisy nights and mornings up Beaver Road never coincide with my
restless nights. Had next door's musical alarm gone off any other day
this week I wouldn't have minded. But it would wake me today when I
was actually fast asleep at 4.30am.
I eventually got up
shortly before 6am and did brekkie for both of us (me and my dog).
He yummed his brekkie; usually he's a lot more picky. I'm wondering
if "er indoors TM" has been
feeding him stuff that I don't know about; he's certainly eaten
better this week than he usuall does. Which is more than can be said
for me. It's Day Four of "home alone" and the strain
is begining to tell.
Over brekkie I watched
"Secret
Diary of a Call Girl".
It's a good show; I could sell my body to strangers for cash. Or that
is I'd be willing to. Whether I actually could do so is a matter of
conjecture.
My dog took up his sentry
post on the sofa from where he could guard the house, and I set off
to work. As far as I was concerned the most important item on the
radio's morning news was the launch date for the
re-imagined "Thunderbirds"
I'm quite looking forward to the return of the Tracy brothers. Mind
you it's a shame that it's yet another re-make. There is so little on
telly these days which is actually original.
I also had a wry smile
about the Christian bakers who are facing legal procedings for
refusing to bake a cake featuring a pro-gay
marriage slogan. It's an interesting case. On the one hand is the
pro-equality brigade campaigning for equality for all. On the other
hand is the pro-religious freedom brigade campaigning for the rights
of nutters to beleive there are fairies at the bottom of the garden.
Who will win this
squabble will speak volumes about our society.
Work was much the same as
ever; at lunch time I saxed, and after work I had the weekly sax
lesson. My semibreves are more lke minims, and my rests are a little
too active. But I could be doing a lot worse.
I then ran "Furry
Face TM" round the block, and got a
special curry from the Hong Kong Kitchen for tea. As I scoffed it I
started watching a film I'd recorded. "Trapped
in Space" started badly, and after half an hour I gave
up with it. It was crap. Instead I ironed shirts and watched "Big
Bang Theory" and then I watched the pre-election live
televised interviews of the Prime Minister and the Leader of the
Opposition.
Whilst Mr Cameron has
acheived a lot, and he made many valid points, I cannot really have
any faith in a Prime Minister who seems to be proud of the relatively
recent proliferation of food banks in the country.
It was such a shame that
the Leader if the Opposition then took the opportunity to come over
as a bit of a tit. He hadn't so much had his hair done as had a wig
nailed on to his head. and other than running down the Prime Minister
(and was told off by the interviewer for doing so) he had very
little to say. When asked if socialism was an important Labour party
value he waffled of for five minutes without saying "yes".
As the interview went on so he looked worse and worse.
It's ironic that the
Prime Minister never wanted to appear on telly prior to the upcoming
general election and the Leader of the Opposition was keen on the
idea. The Prime Minister has made a life-long leftie think, and the
Leader of the Opposition has comprehensively pissed on his chips...
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