After the best night’s sleep all week I came
downstairs to find my little dog fast asleep on the sofa. Perhaps he’s part of
the cause of the insomnia?
Whilst he snored I scoffed my toast whilst
watching more “Secret Diary of a Call
Girl” then had a quick look-see on-line.
Last night I’d posted on the astro club’s
website asking for volunteers to give talks to the club. I was rather
disappointed this morning to see that out of a regular membership of well over
fifty people I only had a single offer. Public speaking isn’t *that* hard. At the very least you might
just read out a page from Wikipedia illustrated with what pictures you can find
on Google images interspersed with a few knob jokes. After all that’s what I
do.
If everyone had a go each person would only
have to give a talk once every six or seven years.
It was rather cold as I set off to work. As I drove I listened to the radio. Great show was made of the by-election in David Cameron's ex-constituency of Witney where the Conservative majority has been slashed by twenty thousand. This was being touted as a staggering blow for the Tories -however it would seem that no one has made the obvious observation that the turn-out of voters was substantially down on what it was when Mr Cameron was elected. Less than half of the electorate of the constituency voted yesterday as opposed to over three quarters last time.
I've often
remarked that democracy is a stupid idea. One of its failings is that given the
choice of voting for what you want *or*
of voting for the winner, a *lot* of
people would rather vote for the winner (that
way they feel their vote counts. Go figure!) This is clearly what has
happened in Witney. People felt they had achieved something when they could
boast that they'd voted for the Prime Minister whereas voting for "Joe No-one" doesn't carry the same
kudos (with no insult intended to Robert
Courts).
Meanwhile the current Prime Minister (on her one hundredth day in office) has pissed off the European Union by telling then that Great Britain will continue to keep obstructing European decision making until we finally get round to doing a Brexit. I can't help but feel that the vote to leave has been taken; the UK should leave *now* before the rest of the EU tell us to f- off.
I'd left home rather later than planned and was surprised at how little traffic had been on the road. I got to work relatively quickly and did that which I couldn't avoid until it was time to come home.
Once
home I was amazed to see "Furry Face TM" is
learning a new trick. For the last few days I’ve refused to chase around after
him as he barks in excitement prior to our walk. I’ve insisted he sits quietly
to have his collar put on. This evening he was quivering and twitching but he
managed to keep still to be collared.
I put on
his illuminous collar because it was dark outside. The thing came undone three
times.
We went
for a walk via Pets at Home because we needed a new tuggy toy.
We came
home to find "er indoors TM" had gone to unload
candles onto the masses. I fed my dog then had a look at the monthly accounts.
Whilst I am far from bankrupt, I am also far from as solvent as I would like to
be. Is it *really* so much to ask to
want to have far too much money?
I got
myself some KFC, then watched the second of this week’s episodes of “Game of Thrones”. Odious King Joffrey
got his come-uppance tonight. But like the character or loathe the character
you have to admire the actor playing him.
My dog’s not playing with his new tuggy toy.
That was six quid down the toilet…
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