I slept for a few hours last night; I
would have slept better had the puppy not kept mounting commando raids on me.
Over brekkie I watched more “Darling Buds of May”; I kept wondering
if I should send a formal apology to Catherine Zeta-Jones. At the time when the
show was first broadcast I maintained she was only a celebrity for getting her
tits out, but on finally watching the show I can see she’s actually a rather
good actress.
Today’s episode also featured Denis
Lill; an actor who I first noticed in my favourite show “Survivors” and consequently seems to have had bit parts in pretty
much every TV show of the last thirty years. It also featured “Bernard” from “Yes Minister” playing an alcoholic ventriloquist.
I was pleased to see no ice of the car;
I was mystified to find a packet of fags on the passenger seat. Where had they
come from?
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were interviewing Dick Van Dyke about the recent death of Mary Tyler Moore. She died yesterday;
Danny Kaye of “Allo Allo” died a day
or so ago. Last year social media was alive with crocodile tears every time a
celebrity croaked. This year no one cares.
Dick Van Dyke was being ribbed about his
appalling cockney accents in films in the 1960s and 1970s. He laughed; he
admitted his cockney accent in those films was awful. He also said that not one
person he worked with at the time said a word about it; had they done so he
would have found out how cockeys really speak.
There was also the shocking news that
one out of five UK children live in
poverty.
I’ve read so many posts on social media recently lambasting socialist ideals
and saying how the country is so much better under a Conservative government…
clearly not better for everyone.
I made good time on my way to work
today. Once there I got talking with colleagues; it turned out that one of the
chaps with whom I work actually used the website I designed for trainees a couple of years ago.
I was pleased about that.
I also got my payslip. I’ve only been
there four days and I got paid. And I didn’t pay a penny in tax. Knowing that
the tax man always gets his bit I queried this and was told that according to
my tax code I don’t get taxed on the first thousand pounds I earn in any job I
start (regardless of how much I’ve earned
in the rest of the financial year). The nice lady ion the payroll
department was crystal clear on the matter; I could start another new job next Monday
and the first thousand pounds would be tax-free.
I’m taking this to be a little bonus.
If only I didn’t feel so grim. I rarely
get colds, but when I do, I suffer…
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