I
stood on the scales this morning - I've lost two pounds since the beginning of
the week. I saw that as something of a result, and then watched an episode of
"Captain Underpants" as I scoffed
toast. Hardly cerebral viewing, but then for all that I am a genius, I'm hardly
a cerebral person.
I
set off for work. The plan wasn't originally for me to be working today, but a
colleague needed to get out of her shift today. And if I worked this morning
she would work on one of the days in August when I was scheduled to work both
days of the weekend. I rather saw myself getting the better part of that deal.
As
I drove to work the pundits on the radio were discussing the ethics of factory
farming. (I thought factory farming had been banned years ago) The discussion
rather summed up the entire concept of my experiences of
"discussion". On the one hand there was someone making money from
factory farming who was (rather confrontationally) saying that if we in the UK
didn't use factory farms, farmers would do it overseas and flood the UK market
with their cheaper products. On the other had was someone from the league of
ethical farmers (or whatever they were called) saying that this theory had been
proved not to be the case and gave a few examples to prove his point. Needless
to say the first chap wouldn't have any of it.
I
was reminded of a conversation I'd had yesterday in which I was told (quite firmly) that I was wrong when I'd
asserted that the British population had been asked about membership of the
Common Market and I was that assured (rather
aggressively) that the referendum in 1975 about the UK's continued
membership of the common market never took place. Even though it did and it is in
the history books.
What
can you do when someone flatly refuses to accept factual evidence?
There
was also talk of Brexit. there is talk of little else on the radio these days.
It seems that the consensus of opinion
(amongst those who know about this sort of thing) is that no deal will be
reached between the UK and the EU before the deadline for the UK's leaving is
reached. Most people with any vested interest in the matter are preparing for
the UK to "bomb out" of the
EU next March. However the politicians being interviewed seemed to feel that a
"no deal" status would be an incredibly temporary position as having
a deal is in everyone's interests. Everyone was of the opinion that finding
themselves with no international trading deals, the EU and the UK would very
quickly cobble something workable together.
If
that actually is plausible, why is the UK farting about wasting three years
before actually implementing the departure?
I
got to work. I did my bit. At tea break I scoffed a chocolate croissant that
the boss had brought in. Work wasn't too bad today - but what with the vagaries
of my shift system today had been the fifth consecutive day I'd been at work.
Whilst most people work five consecutive days every week, I find that rather
hard these days.
I
came home and hunted for somewhere to park. The council's "Create" festival was taking place
in the park today and some idiot at the council had made a rather serious
mistake on the map they'd drawn giving directions to the
park. If you used this map to get to the festival from the general
direction of the Outlet centre (like
hundreds of people would) you would find yourself wrongly directed up past
my house to get there.
I
got home to find an empty house - "er indoors TM" had taken the
dogs out. I took the opportunity to have a little doze in front of the telly. I
wasn’t feeling one hundred per cent.
They
all came home; we had some dinnder, settled the dogs and set off out. I was in
two minds about going out as was feeling iffy, but I’m glad I went out. Steve
and Sarah gave us a lift down to Dover where Matt and James’s latest band “Short Circuit” were having their first
gig.
Playing songs from the eighties they were rather good. Mind you I did find
myself biting my tongue; I’ve been following their bands for twenty years and I’ve
always hollered “show us your tits”
at Matt. Bearing in mind their new young lady singer I thought that might be a
tad inappropriate (I can do tact, me).
Again,
though I was amazed at how quiet the pub was (apart from the band and followers). Had the locals not come in
because of the band? There weren’t many people who weren’t there as a friend of
the band.
Matt
(the lead singer of tonight’s band)
once told me that getting in a band was the death knell of any pub – a last
desperate attempt to get punter in. He may well be right…
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