I had a rather restless
night; finally giving up trying to sleep at 5.30am. Over brekkie I watched a
little telly. Would you believe they’ve re-made “Are You Being Served”? With Gavin from ”Trollied” playing Mr Humphries and Boycie from “Only Fools and Horses” playing Captain
Peacock it was absolutely awful. Had they tried to make an up-to-date version
then things may well have been different, but using exact replicas of the
original sets and with the characters doing impersonations of the original
characters it was a shallow echo of the original. The original series was lame,
but in a way with panache and style. This re-make was just painful to watch. I
hear it is a one-off with no plans to make a complete series. Good!
I then had a little
look-see on-line. I had a friend request on Facebook from Birgit Ignacia Sac. (That's her in the photo above).
She apparently lives in Ashford and “wants
to experience love”. My back’s not up to it, but if any of my loyal readers
fancy a nudey-sauce-romp with her, she’d given me a web address. I would post
it here but my McAfee web safety wotsit wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole.
Interestingly her friend request and her entire profile has since vanished from
my in-box. Perhaps she has “experienced
love” elsewhere or been banned from Facebook for spamming and spreading
malicious links?
I’ve also seen quite a
few photos from the camping weekend that has just happened, and it made me
realise that with the recent demise of mankybadger dot com I’ve also lost my
old BatCamp website. I’ve got it all backed up, and I’ve a plan to bring it all
back (slightly re-vamped). If any of
my loyal readers have any photos from camping weekends in Smarden over the last
eighteen years, please do email them through to me.
It was very foggy as I
drove to work this morning. So much so that I nearly ran over a unicyclist who
emerged with no warming from the murk. Normal cyclists are bad enough but at
least they have the option to put lights on their bikes. Unicycles don't have
lights. Or (to be precise) the ones I
run over don't.
As I drove I listened
to the radio. There was consternation about the refugee camp in Sangatte; it
was intimated that what was once an EU problem will soon be seen as a British
problem and the thousands of refugees who are now in France may well soon be in
Dover. Apparently the Home Secretary is off to France to discuss the matter. Personally
I can't see there being much discussion on the matter. I am pretty sure that
the refugee camp will close on the day after Brexit with all the inmates being
directed right into the Channel Tunnel.
I must admit it boils
my piss that so many people are surprised at this.
There was also an interview
with a barrister who was concerned that the court case in the radio drama
"The Archers" wasn't following proper
legal procedure (as if
anyone really cares), and the Russians have found some aliens.
I got to work, and just
as I pulled up in the car park I realised I'd forgotten to go to Morrisons for
apples. I didn't fancy fighting my way through the rush hour traffic to go get some
so at tea break I went to the League of Friends shop to get an apple from them.
Their apples didn't
look that good - I brought a raspberry flapjack instead.
I coughed rather a lot
as I did my bit at work. I seem to have developed a cough. That's a nuisance. I
was also very tired today. These nasal polyps need cutting out again so I can
get some sleep. I phoned the G.P.; they said to phone back tomorrow.
Once
home I took "Furry Face TM" for a walk round the
park. As we walked he picked a fight with a cat and tried to hump a greyhound.
He’s clearly on the mend.
And then being Tuesday
the clans gathered at Somerset Road. Eventually Matt managed to persuade his
high-tech gizmo to play some Star Trek. Streaming TV shows is all very well all
the time that it works…
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