I could not beleive the
morning news. Only fifty four per cent of people polled thought
that the Prime Minister came out on top of last night's televised
interviews; forty six per cent thought the Leader of the Opposition
did best. Whilst my better nature and plain human decency want the
Leader of the Opposition to look better, there is no denying that the
Prime Minister shone last night, and that the Leader of the
Opposition came over as a complete half-wit who looked as though he
was going to cry.
I can't help but wonder
who was actually polled. It certainly couldn't have been people who
watched the interviews.
My piss then boiled when
I saw something on social media about "Time Out Stools"
where ill-behaved schoolbrats are sat. There was no such thing as a
"Time Out Stool" when I was a lad. Instead we had "A
Slap on the Arse" and consequeently far less ill-behaved
schoolbrats.
To counteract the
seriousness of the early morning I used my ChromeCast to stream Fat
Slags claymation videos from You-Tube to the telly for an hour or so
whilst my undercrackers tumble-dried and my boiling piss cooled.
I then popped the lead
onto "Furry Face TM" and we drove
to Shorne. Last October me and my Ham Street Lover (and my dog)
started walking a geo-series near Shorne and we got rained off.
Earlier in the week I posted on Facebook to see if anyone fancied a
trip to Shorne to walk with me whilst I finished the series. Three
brave souls met up with us, and we had a really good morning's
stroll. Thirty geo-finds is always good; and a minor tree climb was
an added bonus. Added to which one of our number got his most cache
finds in one day. The only fly in the ointment was Richard spiking
his head on a tree; it drew quite a bit of blood.
Today's walk was really
good, but it was a relatively short session. We started walking
shortly after 9am; we were back in the car before 1pm. We came home
where a certain dog had the fox poo hosed off of him.
I then had a little
look-see on the Internet. Someone sent me a Facebook friend request
because we both have nasal polyps. Admittely I do have Facebook
friends I've only ever met on-line; but they are few, and they are
people who I have cyber-encountered many times.
Why on earth would you
send a friend request to someone with whom you've exchanged exactly
one comment?
"er indoors TM"
came home and immediately started shoving our biscuits down "Furry
Face TM"'s neck. I *thought* she'd
been doing that. I then wasted an hour or so solving geo-puzzles and
playing Cookie Crush Saga before gettting myself ready for the
evening. I put on jeans; I rarely wear jeans. I found three quid in
the pocket. That was a result.
Suitably attired we went
down to Park Farm. Having effectively had astro club early this month
we had something of a soial evening tonight. Chatting with friends.
Jacket potatoes and chili and artic roll - very tasty. And wombling
songs on vinyl.... remember you're a womble?
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