Last night we watched
some of the televised political debate featuring the leaders of the
UK's seven leading political parties. (And then we turned over to
watch "Big Bang Theory")
The morning's news was
abuzz with the matter. A lot of people criticised the debate as being
one big squabble (which in large part it was) but it is the
sort of thing which should be compulsory viewing for anyone who's
actually going to be casting a vote at the upcoming general election.
Do the electorate realise how much power these minority parties now
have? It looks fairly certain that neither the Labour party nor the
Conservative party will be able to govern alone, and so they will be
dependent on one of more of the smaller parties to help them.
In the last election the
Liberal Democrats went in with the Conservatives. The Dribbling
Democraps had a golden opportunity to push for their policies, and
they threw it all away. The only demand they made (and stuck to)
was for a referendum on proportional representation that the
electorate comprehensively dismissed.
The other minority
parties have learned from this and are getting ready.
I would advise my fellow
Englishmen to be prepared to be bled dry by opportunistic Welsh and
Scots in a few short weeks time.
I had been toying with
the idea of going to the morning's geo-meet which had been planned
near Sittingbourne. A whole load of new geocaches were to go live as
part of an official geo-meet at lunchtime. But the weather was on the
damp side and if I went I wouldn't be able to have stayed long as I
need to spend the afternoon in bed. And I still fely grotty. So with
"er indoors TM" off out hunting
tupperware I took "Furry Face TM"
for a quick walk.
I thought I might go for
the local geocache that I can't find. We got there, I slipped on wet
concrete and clouted my head on a fence as I fell and hit the ground
(like a rubber duck to coin a phrase). We limped home and I
spent the rest of the morning sulking (and coughing).
I did try solving a
geo-puzzle involving tracing a maze. I couldn't do it, and after an
hour I got cross with it. Then on tripping over "er indoors
TM" tape cassettes (yes - tape
cassettes) for the ten thousandth time I got even crosser,
dumped them all in the bin and stomped off to bed.
After four hours I got
up, and took the tape cassettes out of the dustbin and had another
look at the geo-maze puzzle. Realising that the way I was solving it
gave me several possibiliities I tried again and got the thumbs up.
My happiness at that was short-lived; I then received an email about
one of my geocaches being missing and saw that the person who
couldn't find it had posted up a photo showing the world where it was
supposed to be hidden. So much for the etiquette of no spoiler
photos....
I archived that cache
hide in a fit of pique.
I then wasted a couple of
hours watching episodes of "Big Bang Theory" (with
my dog) whilst sulking. Often Good Friday is a beer festival day.
Today's wasn't. Today's was spent coughing (as I have been most of
the week) and aching from the earlier fall. In the past Good
Friday has been a good day. Today was rather shite; the only
redemming feature of the day was my dog, and to be honest he didn't
actually do very much other than sleep on me.
I'm off to the night
shift... perhaps the day might perk up now...
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