I had a rather vivid
dream last night in which I had been charged with running the local
church fete for the simple reason that I was widely known to be a
close personal friend of Superman (!), and consequently could
get him to put in a guest appearance. My protestations that I'd never
met Superman (and that I wasn't likely to ever do so because he
was a fictional character) fell on deaf ears.
Eventually I fell on the
idea of dressing my father in a superman costume from eBay and
suspending him from a crane. I did just that, my mother went mental,
and I woke in a cold sweat.
I got up, and over
brekkie watched an episode of "Dad's Army". It's a
good show; it fills an otherwise dull half-hour, but being recorded
in HD it takes up rather a lot of space on the SkyPlus box.
I don't understand this
fascination with HD. Everything in HD looks exactly the same as it
used to in "normal telly", but that which was
originally produced in "normal telly" now looks
bloody awful on an HD screen.
I expect it's just
another ruse to part us from our money.
Off to work. My piss
boiled as I listened to the radio. Those who are paid to sit on their
arses and spout drivel are worried that not enough medics are being
struck off the medical register for their mistakes.
Isn't it bad enough that
someone (having made an honest mistake) has to live with the
knowledge of what they've done wrong? Do they really need the knife
stuck in too? Just who do these radio presenters think they are
anyway? What happens if one of them makes a mistake? After all,
whatever they say is just forgotten about five minutes later anyway.
What amazes me is that it
is these same vacuous windbags who rattle on at least once a week
about how under-staffed hospitals are, and how shocking it is that
no-one wants to work in a hospital any more.
The morning's radio also
brought the worrying news that Boho Haram (a bunch of extremist
African nutters) have sworn
allegiance to ISIS (a bunch of extremist Arab nutters).
Apparently the Prime
Minister has now announced a crackdown
on such nutters here in the UK. From what I can work out this
crackdown amounts to little more than asking them not to be nutters.
Perhaps it's time to
start mass deportations of all those who openly stand up and say how
crap the UK is and how we should go back to the dark ages... but what
do I know?
Rather than focussing on
how ineffective the Government's so-called purge on the extremists is
going to be, the pundits focussed instead on the fact that today is
International
Women's Day. And being a Sunday they interviewed a woman vicar
who gave fashion advice to other women
of an ecclesiastical persuasion. She said that it had been her
experience that she was never taken seriously as a vicar if she
dressed provocatively "with it all flopped out". As
one who was once a Steward in the Methodist Church I could go along
with that advice.
I got to work, and spent
much of the day looking out of the window. Whilst I quite like
working nights and weekends (so I get more time off during the
week) I did have a little hankering to have been out with my dog
and the geo-brigade today. They were off doing a series of
geo-puzzles in the Sevenoaks area. Admittedly I'd done this series a
little while ago, but it would have been a nice day for a walk.
With work done I came
home. Just recently on Sundays I've been watching Channel 4's "Indian
Summers". It started weakly and got worse. Tonight "Poldark"
started on BBC1; now that seems better...
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