After yet another evening
spent mostly asleep on the sofa I had an early night.I slept
reasonably well despite a few nightmares about what might have been
in a previous life. I was again wide awake before 6am (and feeling
rough). My little dog was awake this morning and very thirsty. I
don't think we shall allow him too many gammon bones in future; they
are too salty for him.
Over brekkie we (me
and pup) both watched "Secret Diary of a Call Girl".
On the one had Billie Piper's stunt double isn't averse to flopping
"them" out. On the other hand does fifty per cent of
the dialogue really have to be the "F" word?
I then had a look
on-line. I had a Facebook friend request from Joan Carbon. "Joan
Carbon" (if that is her real name) would seem to live
in the Philippinnes and from what I saw it doesn't look as though
English is her principle language. Much as I dislike being
anti-social (even though I'm a mardy old git) I've already got
enough people I don't know on my Facebook list. With absolutely no
connection at all to "Joan Carbon" I gave her
request the thumbs down.
I had a look at the
Facebook Event page for the weekend's astro club stall. After my
little rant I see that I prompted a total of six people to respond
and answer the invitation. However the "plum" who
lives in Spain who says he will come has not removed his "will
attend". I remember this twit; he said he was coming to
something I once organised and when I messaged him to assign him some
duties on that event he said he never goes to any Facebook Event; but
he always clicks the "will attend" to show his
support (!)
This morning's
installment of total nonsense from MessageToEagle
dot com was rather entertaining. Today they were punting the
theory that there was once two races of ancient Martians (on Mars)
both with a level of technology consistent with that in ancient Egypt
who managed to obliterate themselves in a nuclear war.
Now I'm no historian, and
much as I admire the Pyramids, I don't think the Pharoahs has atomic
weapons. I can vaguely remember something about at Illudium Q-36
Explosive Space Modulators on Mars, but (as always) I am in
thrall to the superior wisdom of the crackpot fringe.
I took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. Beaver Road was
rather congested. There is a barrier up the road which only opens for
buses, taxis and emergency vehicles. A juggernaut was trying and
failing to get through much to the consternation of all the taxis
queueing behind.
We walked on through the
park past the Ghurka who was doing press-up on the park bench until
we saw OrangeHead's dog. But no OrangeHead. The dog was under the
supervision of a rather foxy-looking hippie. "Daughter of
OrangeHead" perhaps?
With a couple of hours
before I was due on duty I set off to Folkestone. I had birthday
pressies to deliver and was under orders to bring milk.
The radio reception was a
little better as I drove today and Christians were in the news.
Starving Iraqui refugees have been
supplied with Bibles. I would have thought the money would have
been better spent on food. I can't help but cynically wonder how
tasty a Bible might be. Closer to home a supposedly Christian person
is ruthlessly haranging his neighbour because their garden
lanterns are too gay for an area in which children abound. Having
been an active Christian myself once, I find myself looking back at
the stark nonsense I once espouced. At the time it seemed quite
sensible.
That is the trouble with
religion...
I got to Folkestone;
littlun was well. As well as pulling himself up and being very
mobile, he's learned how to kiss, and he kissed his old Grandad.
I spent half an hour with
him and his mum putting the world to rights before setting off to
work.
I've seen a dozen or so
geocaches marked on the geo-map between Folkestone and work, and when
on the late shifts I've taken to picking off the odd one before work.
It's something to do on an otherwise dull journey. Today's target
cache was in Barham and was one I'd had my eye on for a little while.
The previous logs read as though previous finders had destroyed the
thing beyond redemption. The most recent maintenance log would lead
one to beleive the geo-feds had actually been out to give the thing
their regal seal of approval (something they do *not* do).
I went along and... what
can I say? It's a small geocache; a good hide, but not one I hadn't
seen before. Co-ords were about three to five yards out; but
realistically that's about as good as you're ever going to get. It
took me a few minutes to locate it; I did the secret geo-ritual known
only to the select few, and then carried on to work.
And as is usually the
case when on the late shift, my day was effectively done by mid
day...
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