I was rather tired last
night and so went to bed earlier than usual and watched "Gotham"
over brekkie this morning. Not watching it as it was broadcast last
night meant it only took forty minutes to view as I could
fast-forward through the adverts. This isn't news to me; I really
should do it all the time.
I've often wondered
exactly in which time period "Gotham" is set.
Judging by the mobile phones the characters carry and the computer
technology they use it is obviously not current-day, but sometime in
the not-too-distant past. I'd say probably about ten to fifteen years
ago.
I sat up and took notice
at one point during the show; the action was taking place on February
21st; my birthday. It was mentioned that this was a Thursday. However
this doesn't really help to date the show at all. February 21st was
last on a Thursday in 1991, 2002, 2008 and 2013. 2002 sort of makes
sense for the technology in the show. However if it was set in 1991
that would make Bruce Wayne thirty seven today; which would fit more
with the Batman comics.
I spent ages working this
out... does it matter?
I set off to work. As I
drove there was talk about the ongoing nationwide
closures of libraries and how many are only being kept open by
the efforts of volunteers. I realise I'm in a minority here, but is
this a good thing? Whilst these volunteers mean well, should public
services *really* be provided by volunteers?
It is a short step from
this to having the entire medical care of the nation provided by
volunteer first aiders, and having schools replace paid teachers with
keen amateurs. Imagine what savings any government of any political
persuasion could make that way.
(And then look at what
the individual political parties stand for..... but I've done that
rant to death.)
There was also an article
about the RSPCA in which it claimed they'd had
a cat put down. Leaving aside the fact that the cat was perfectly
healthy, the pundits made great show of the little-known fact that
the RSPCA have absolutely no authority whatsoever to do anything at
all. But the RSPCA have never let that stop them getting involved in
whatever they like.
I remember ranting about
this sort of thing at great length back in the days when I kept
snakes (twenty years ago) and nothing seems to have changed in
the meantime.
I stopped off in
Morrisons for supplies. I got some fruit and also jam and marmalade.
A pot of Morrisons marmalade costs twenty seven pence. A pot of the
posh stuff costs exactly a quid more. It don't taste that different
to me. Some people really do have money to burn.
I got to work and did my
bit. During the day we had a visit from an ex-colleague. "Little
Matthew" (who was bigger than the other Matthew) came
back to see us today. He's currently at university in Bristol. He
seemed happy; which is probably the best one can hope for from life.
I came home; as I parked
I saw "My Boy TM"; him and Cheryl
had taken Lacey and her boyfriend to Dreamland in Margate. Boyfriend
!! She is nine years old !!
I then took "Furry
Face TM" for a walk. As we walked we met
two girls not much older than Lacey. They wanted to stroke my dog. As
they did so one of them told me "My mum says she wonders if I
will have big tits". I muttered some feeble excuse and
made a hasty getaway. As we came home past the horses so the heavens
opened and we both got soaked.
We hadn't been home long
when "er indoors TM" came home
annd unleashed a case of whoop-ass on me for not getting margarine
whilst I was in Morrisons this morning. No one told me we were short
of the stuff.
WIth our usual Tuesday
plans on hold for Easter we had a quiet evening in. We watched the
latest Bake-Off then slept through this week's episode of The Aliens.
It is rather dull....
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