After a decent night's
sleep I woke with something of a headache. I hate that; morning
headaches seems to drag on interminably. Over brekkie (shared
with "Furry Face TM") I
watched "Secret Diary of a Call Girl". Billie Piper
is very good in that; so good that I was so wrapped up in the plot
that it wasn't until the show was over that I realised she'd kept her
kit on for the entire episode.
I then had a look on
social media. Seeing a friend had a birthday reminded me of something
I'd heard on the radio yesterday which had slipped my mind. I didn't
realise that the song "Happy Birthday to You" is
still copyrighted. Public performances of said song incur a royalty
payment. Whilst it's practically unenforcable for the vast majority
of the times it is sung, whoever owns the copyright gets enough of a
bung every time it appears on TV, film and radio to make it the most
profitable song of all time.
Whenever anyone has a
birthday I often post my trademark
birthday video to their Facebook page. I wonder how much I owe
for having done that over the years.
As I drove to work I
listened to the radio. A survey of two hundred thousand Britons has
declared that the Robin is Britain's
favourite bird. However the validity of the vote has been cast
into doubt. Apparently most votes cast were cast by schoolchildren on
the day on the General Election (to teach them all about voting)
and consequently the Barn Owl came in second place because all the
kids who voted were Harry Potter fans. This has caused consternation
in some quarters as it was hitherto common knowledge that people
prefer blackbirds over owls....
And this is news?
Once at work I had
another busy day. I'm getting fed up with being expected to actually
do stuff at work.
Mind you the day wasn't
without excitement. "Daddies Little Angel TM"
phoned in a less than tranquil frame of mind. Her landlord has
decided to sell their house and has told them to sling their hooks. I
can understand her dismay; but part of me thinks this is the problem
of living in rented accommodation. You *can* be hoiked out at
the drop of a hat.
Mind you this *could*
be a good thing. I've always said there are too many stairs in that
flat for my liking.
With work done we took
"Furry Face TM" for quite a long
walk; it was too nice not to his evening. Down to Park Farm (via
South Willesborough) and back. "Furry Face TM"
seemed to like the walk. I wonder if my latest grand-dog will like
long walks...
Spare a thought for that
little puppy - "My Boy TM" is up
in arms because "Rolo" has taken to going under the
sofa for a tiddle. I think it's quite sweet really; mainly because
its not my sofa.
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