Anyone who knows me will
know I have a tattoo or two on me. I quite like the things... or to
qualify that somewhat I quite like the things when they are done
well. Over brekkie I saw an on-line photo of a tattoo which a friend
has recently had done.
Oh dear.
How do you tell someone
their tattoo is frankly awful? This one looks as though a child has
scrawled it. A tattoo gun is a precision instrument, not a toy.
I also saw the above meme
on social media (I've censored it somewhat). It made me think.
I consider myself to be an easy-going person, but the above is very
true of me - it takes a while to get my back up, but once I decide
against someone then I absolutely detest that person.
Having said that there
isn't many people that I don't like. I spent much of the day
compiling a mental list of those people. I won't publish it here, but
suffice to say the list doesn't run into double figures. Nearly half
of those people are ones with whom I've not had any dealings for
years, and of the remainder most are people I've only ever
encountered on-line and have never actually met in person.
Having scraped the ice
off of my car this morning I set off to work. I kept worrying myself
by glancing in the driver's mirror only to be unable to see anything
because of "Daddies Little Angel TM"'s
sofa which has taken up residence in my car. I am told it won't be
there for long.
As I drove my piss boiled
somewhat. The results of the inquiry into the poisoning of Alexander
Litvenenko was published today. Having been poisoned with
radioactive polonium in 2006 it has only taken ten years for the
authorities to investigate the matter.
There was also
consternation at leaks about an inquiry into what the late Jimmy
Saville did or didn't do at the BBC many years ago.
These are yet more
examples of what is wrong with British justice; how can these things
take so long? In my line of work an hour is an unacceptable delay. I
have trouble with a timescale of years rather than minutes.
Our old friend Science
was also back in the news having announced the ever increasing
likelihood of another
planet in our solar system. Reports of this planet put it at
being between four and ten times the size of Earth. That's quite a
wide margin of error.
I got to work, and had a
surprisingly busy day. But an early start made for an early finish. I
came home to chaos. In theory "Daddies Little Angel TM"
moves to her new home tomorrow. In preparation for this move she has
lifted all of her luggage from storage (in our spare bedroom and
attic) and put it where it would be more easily accessible when
she loads the van tomorrow.
And having filled my
living room with her clutter she's cleared off leaving me unable to
get through my own house.
Some things never
change...
Today was a bit of a
ranty day. Must stop that...
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