Anyone who knows me will
know that I'm rather fond of an American musical duo. Recently they
formed a Supergroup with Frans Ferdinand. This morning the corners of
the Internet in which I lurk were alive about their
latest song. It's a wonderful *new* song (according to
the gobby types who have recently discovered this sort of thing).
It's the *latest* great thing to come from this musical
collaboration... apparently.
To me it sounds exactly
like it did when it came out on their 1982 album "Angst in my
Pants" but I didn't have the heart to say anything.
As I drove to work I
listened to the radio. As well as their usual hot air, the pundits
were talking about how today the Queen became the longest reigning
British monarch. With forty monarchs since the accession of William
the First (glossing over the nasty interlude with that Cromwell
chap) the average King or Queen seems to last a little over
twenty years. Good old Lillibet ain't done bad.
The pundits on the radio
wheeled on some proper historians to say nice things about her, and
much as I always thought myself an ardent royalist these historians
made me think. They seemed to believe that future historians will
agree that Elizabeth II was an excellent Queen. But not for any
reason of which I would have thought.
She will be of historical
importance because she kept her trap shut.
She does work tirelessly
and is always seen here and there doing the Royal thing. But I'd
never realised that she never actually says very much of note. Future
historians are probably going to refer to her as "Elizabeth
the Silent"; particularly bearing in mind how outspoken her
successor appears to be.
I got to work for the
early shift, and did my thing. I've now been working for three
consecutive working days. Doesn't happen when I'm on nights. I much
prefer the night shifts for that very reason. Today was rather busy,
but an early start made for an early finish.
I came home, tidied the
mess that "Daddies Little Angel TM"
had made on her visit today, and then took "Furry Face TM"
for a walk. Apart from his going into the river and refusing to come
back out the walk went reasonably well.
We came home; the postman
had delivered my parcel. After an epic struggle with the packing tape
I finally got the thing open. More of the ingredients for the series
of geocaches I'm putting together.
I then had a look on
social media and my piss boiled. A week or so ago I posted on the
group Wherigo UK that I was getting a little fed up with spending
hours creating on-line GPS games that no one plays. There have been
several replies over the last week, but what really annoyed me today
was people who I know live within half an hour's drive of home who
were saying how much they love Wherigos. If they *really* do
appreciate my efforts why have they only bothered with two out of my
eighteen? And it's been two years since they did those two.
I'm going to turn this
lap-top off and watch telly...
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