I finally saw red with my
little dog last night. After an hour of him trying to push me out of
the pet I forcibly relocated him to his basket. I then slept like a
log only to have him sulking at brekkie time.
Over brekkie I suddenly
found myself to be "Mr Popular" on social media. On
one of the many groups I follow someone had posted one of those links
in which there is a You-Tube video embedded into a ton of adverts. I
suggested they might get a lot more hits if they didn't post the
spamming websites. For once people seemed to agree with me; it was
nice not being in a minority of one (if only for a few moments).
Spoilers for the new Star
Wars film abounded on-line too. Much as it would have been nice to
have seen the film *without* knowing what is going to happen,
I'm not really that fussed. Mind you I can remember an incident some
time ago when someone who was mouthing off about the latest Harry
Potter film the day after it came out. I deliberately went to the
bookshop for the midnight release of the next Harry Potter book and
stayed up all night. Next morning at 8am I told him *ALL* about it. I
shall go see the next Star Wars film on the very first showing after
its release. I have a list of people I shall go visit immediately
afterwards.
There were also quite a
few tributes to Lemmy from Motorhead (who died recently) to be
found on Facebook. It never fails to amaze me how no one is ever
appreciated in life, but once dead the tributes flow like water.
I then took the dogs for
a walk. "Furry Face TM" was raring
to go; Sid ran and hid by the sofa and had to be forced into his
harness. We went for a rather shortened walk; today I realised
something. I like going for walks with my dog, but with Sid along the
walk becomes a chore. He doesn't walk, he plods. When off the lead he
trails behind. When on the lead he has to be (almost) dragged.
Jimbo arrived and we went
to the Gorge for a spot of brekkie. You can't go wrong with a fry-up.
And once fryed-up we wandered down to the railway station where we
met up with Steve Sarah and Jason. WIth tickets bought we took the
train to Hastings and scoffed home made mince pies as we went.
After a short walk we
were at an old favourite; the FILO. With six of their own ales on the
hand pumps we were settled for the afternoon. My old mate Kev came
to find us, and the time flew by. The afternoon was something of a
haze, and all too soon it was time to go home. Pausing only briefly
for a pint of the Christmas Ale in the George and a spot of McDinner
we were soon snoring on the train home.
It was a shame it was
raining on the walk home, but you can't have everything. Once home I
posted
some photos on-line.
I shall have a headache
in the morning...
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