The clocks went back last night which meant an
extra hour in bed. Most people actually read that as an extra hour asleep; but
for me it was "an extra hour in bed" - laying breathless and wide awake. Nights boil
my piss; I can't breathe, I can't sleep. And during the day I nod off because
I'm constantly tired and everyone takes photos and posts them all over the
Internet as though it is a great joke. Would people do the same of someone
having a fit? This second nasal surgical re-bore can't come quick enough.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of "Secret Diary of a Call Girl" that
my SkyPlus box had decided to record for me. As I watched it I found myself
comparing it to "Game of Thrones".
One show which many see as based on the children's game of Dungeons and Dragons
is incredibly sexually graphic. the other, (based
on the autobiography of a prostitute) is not.
Funny old world.
I then spent a little while working on my
current academic project. Have I mentioned I'm doing a course in dog
psychology? This morning I read a chapter of the text book recommended for the
course. It explained how over a relatively short period of time cave-men type
people wiped out pretty much all of the large predatory animals in Europe.
Sabre-toothed tigers, humungous hyenas and even a second species of humanity
all became extinct. However a few predatory animals survived this onslaught.
Wolves were one such creature. Interestingly wolves were one of the biggest
problems for our ancestors; and today's lesson was addressing the question of
how did our greatest enemy become our best friend.
The text book I was reading was entitled "The Genius of Dogs"; I had a wry
smile. Whilst I was getting ready for work my dog was snoring on my bed. He is
clearly the genius of us two.
"er indoors TM" has also
enrolled on the same course. She's learned a new word: "Anthropomorphism." As I often say, a day when you learn nothing
is a day wasted...
I set off to work on a very foggy morning. As I
drove the pundits on the radio were talking about helping people recover from
drug addiction. Because it was Sunday they were approaching the matter from a
religious perspective. Those being interviewed (social workers and ex-addicts) all felt it helped to approach
rehabilitation from a spiritual aspect, even if the "spiritual
aspect" was completely nonsense. Some addicts really did feel they were
recovering because of "The Force
from Star Wars". Others felt tremendous benefits from prayer even
though they said they didn't believe in any gods. One chap said that he felt he
was "probably only praying to
himself".
It seems odd that people can have such faith in
something that doesn't exist, and that such nonsensical faith demonstrably
helps them. It is probably akin to how I can use divining rods even though they
are clearly rubbish and can't possibly work (even though they do).
As I drove past the Park and Ride I saw a boot
fair was in full flow. Well, actually I saw the fishing rods on one of the
stalls which were sticking up into the air. So I stopped off for a few minutes.
I've not been to a boot fair for years. There were a few people unashamedly
selling "proper boot fair stuff"
- the sort of rubbish which would have been better off in a dustbin, but I was
amazed at how many professional stalls were there. There was one chap flogging
mobility scooters; with a dozen on display. Mobility scooters - at a boot fair!
Mind you I wasn't impressed with the fishing
tackle stall. Perhaps I'm naïve, but I expect to pay less at a boot fair than I
would at a fishing tackle shop. Not more.
I went on to work where the chap who'd been on
was glad to see me I'd arrived a few minutes early; the clocks going back meant
he's worked an extra hour. I've done that in the past. That extra hour drags.
I did my bit at work; over a break I saw
this news article: "How to turn
your blog into a brand - Learn how to turn your passion for blogging into a
career ." It looked
interesting. There was an address given where I would be told how to turn this
drivel into a brand. And it would only cost me ninety nine quid.
Two can play at that game... I can turn your
social media profile into a money-spinning nice little earner. All you have to
do is give me fifty quid. (There - I've
undercut the opposition...)
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