After another good
night's sleep I woke ten minutes before the alarm was due to go off.
Over brekkie I watcheed an episode of "Dad's Army"
in which the vicar was startled during evensong. He didn't like it up
'em. I then had a mooch on-line. Not a lot seemed to have happened
overnight, which was probably for the best.
As I drove to work my
piss boiled as I listened to the news. Despite leaving university
with a lifetime's worth of debt, only half of graduates are actually
doing anything
with their degrees.
I blame the schools. When
I was at school the careers teacher could only give advice on what
university one might attend. "Failures" went into
the army or banking. And that *really* was the attitude; no
secret was made of the fact that the school expected you to go to
university. If you didn't go to university you were openly seen as a
failure. And so we have a generation with degrees that they don't
use, effectively the ability to fart in Latin, and more debt than
sense.
There are also calls from
those who know no better to have the NHS
paying for e-cigarettes for the masses.
Leaving aside the obvious
argument of why should my taxes pay for their e-fags, and why don't
their taxes pay for my new walking boots, this is a typical example
of all that is wrong with the NHS. Yet more things for the NHS to be
providing, and no funding for it to be doing so.
Something else equally
cheeky is a scheme from several local councils which involves local
councils giving council house tenants forty thousand pounds toward
the cost
of buying their own house.
Since having announced
the plan Canterbury council has backtracked somewhat saying the sceme
is only open to the first ten applicants. However that's stil the
best part of half a million quid being given away.
I got to work, and my
piss cooled as I pootled about my daily round. With my daily round
done I came home.
The original plan for the
evening involved going to the Venetian fete in Hythe, but that was
not to be. Instead I came home and walked "Furry Face TM"
round the park. As we walked I had a message.
Someone I've known for
years, a very good friend, has finally plucked up the courage to tell
the world that they are gay. I won't say who she (or he) is.
Realistically whether or not that person is or is not gay is a matter
of absolutely no importance to anyone but that person. To me some
people are left handed, some have beards, some are clever, some not
so, some are gay. All these quirks and foibles have absolutely
nothing to do with me or how I get on with that person.
It is really wrong that
people feel that they cannot be open about their sexuality and that
they will be rejected by friends. And on serious reflection I don't
know whhich is worse; to make jokes in bad taste about the matter, or
to pretend to some politically correct agenda which just draws
attention to matters which are nobody's business.
And now telly.
Yonderland and Bake-Off.... Oh yes !!!!
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