My
bruised stomach was still rather painful when I woke this morning. I
got up; my dog didn't. I had a rather lonely brekkie watching "Dad's
Army". In today's episode out heroes had a fight with the
Americans.
As
I drove to work the pundits on the radio were talking about
genetically
modified foods. Two points of view were offered. On the one hand
it makes sense to make use of crops which have been modified so that
that now yield far more food than their naturally occurring
predecessors. On the other hand those who would burn witches at the
stake were screaming about the dangers of genetic modification and
were shouting that scientists shouldn't meddle with nature.
It
rather annoyed me that these people are allowed to vote. Are they
really that stupid? Do they not know the first thing about genetic
modifications. We've been doing it for thousands of years. One
obvious example of this is the rather small genetically modified wolf
that sleeps on my bed most nights and goes pretty much everywhere
(except to work) with me.
The
process by which his genes have been modified was much slower than
that employed in the laboratories; it took many generations to get
there but the principle is exactly the same as making GM foods..
Talking
of "Furry Face TM" I was rather
worried about the
next news item. Dog fights are on the increase in the UK. Those
evil bastards who fight dogs against each other are coming from all
over the world to stage their fights in the UK because the legal
penalties are far less (should they be caught). Dog fighting only
carries a six-months sentence in the UK but the same crime warrants a
five year prison sentence in France
I
stopped off at Morrisons to buy apples and bananas (which bore no
relation to the original fruits of those names) and then went
into work for the early shift. I did what I had to until I could go
home. But an early start made for an early finish, and I was soon
walking my little dog round the park. We met several puppies who
wanted to play. "Furry Face TM"
ignored them. Rather rudely I thought. He then got into a race that
he couldn't win (with a greyhound).
We
came home where "er indoors TM"
was cooking up liver for my dog's tea. Not that he is spoiled at all.
I then spent a little while going over my social calendar for the
next few months. Some of the events I had pencilled in have since
been cancelled, others have been re-scheduled. I've now only got
three weekends with nothing planned in the next three months.
I
got some of the dog's liver for my tea, then we went down to
Folkestone for the evening. Not a bad way to spend the evening even
if I did sleep through Star Trek...
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