I slept like a log and
woke feeling raring to go. I looked at the clock and saw it was
1.10am. I then just dozed fitfully for the rest of the night; finally
giving up and getting up shortly before 6am. I set the washing
machine loose on my smalls and then threw honey all over the kitchen
floor. Having a small dog comes in handy for clean-up.
Over brekkie I watched
last night's episode of "The Last Man on Earth" and
then "Toddlers and Tiaras". One of the toddlers
today was names Cearliegh which was (apparently) pronounced
"Curly". I did laugh when that one was called up to
collect her prize. Having first seriously gloated at her competitors
she then ran to the podium and fell flat on her face.
As I drove to work I
listened to the radio. The Leader of the Opposition, Jeremy Corbyn,
has surpassed the expectations of even his staunchest critics. Having
refused to join the Privy Council because he won't bow to the Queen
he has (quite rightly) not
been allowed the title of "Right
Honorable"
and now has decided to demand the place on the Privy Council that he
refused to take last week.
It never fails to amaze
me how the one party which stands for common decency has the ability
to deliberately make themselves unelectable time after time.
There was a report from
the scene of the current
test match. Did you know there was a test match going on at the
moment? No - neither did I. Pakistan are playing England. The chap
giving the report pointed out that there were only about fifty people
in the crowd watching the match. He then wondered if such a poorly
supported event should really get coverage on prime-time national
radio.
So did I.
But surely the most
important news of the day is that Playboy
magazine is going to stop publishing photographs of nudey ladies
without any clothes on. Apparently people aren't paying good money
for nudey pictures when serious filth is freely available on the
Internet, and Playboy wants to become a serious respected
publication.
Good for them. What is
the moral high ground for, if not for claiming?
I got to work after forty
minutes driving. If I leave home at 7.15am I get to work shortly
before 8am. If I leave at 7.30am it takes nearly an hour. I'd rather
get there early and spend time reading my e-book rather than spending
time burning petrol and boiling my piss listening to the radio in
traffic jams. After all, I'm usually up early enough.
I read my e-book, did a
little work, and came home again. I do that.
I came home to find
"Daddies Little Angel TM" was
visiting. She'd done a little tidying up so once she'd set off home I
spent a little while finding where everything had gone. I then wasted
a little time fighting with domain names, and as "er indoors
TM" went off to the Tuesday gathereing I
ironed a few shirts. Tonight's gathering was to be a late start; what
with the 1am wake up this morning the clans were gathering at about
the time I would be nodding off so I gave it a miss.
I could do with a good
kip tonight...
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