Neither
our dogs nor new-next-door's dogs made a sound all night long; it was a shame
that the rain was so loud against the bedroom window that it kept me awake for
so much of the night.
Over
brekkie I watched an episode of "Trailer
Park Boys - Out of the Park". It wasn't really funny; none of the
"out of the park" episodes have been. Such a shame when compared with
what went before.
In
today's episode our heroes went to Memphis where they met Alex Lifeson who
apparently was the lead guitar player in the 1970s band "Rush"?
Perhaps the show might have been better if I had ever heard of this bloke? The
Internet says he is quite
famous. It is amazing what you miss if you don't stay alert.
I
set off to work on a damp and dismal morning. As I drove I found myself
seemingly continually stopping. There are sixteen sets of traffic lights on the
two and a bit miles from home to the motorway (and eighteen on the way back). Whilst not *all* of them were red, the vast majority were.
As
I stopped and started the pundits on the radio were talking about the ethics of
withdrawing life-support for people in long-term vegetative states. Some
advocated pulling the plug, others felt those in comas should be kept alive in
case they recover. There were convincing arguments made for both sides. I'm just glad that I don't have to make such
decisions.
On
a much lighter note there was quite a bit made of the fact that "The Beano" was eighty years old today.
I was amazed to hear that it is still going strong with sales increasing every
year. I used to get the thing weekly when I was a boy.
There
were two interviews with some of the major people at "The Beano"; one was with one of the artists was interesting
and enlightening. The other interview was utterly unintelligible. The chap
being interviewed had a rather thick Scottish accent and he mumbled and
muttered. I've often wondered why Radio Four doesn't give these people a dummy
run before broadcasting and weed out those who can't be understood.
(Is that discriminatory of me?)
I
got to work for the early shift and did my bit. Work was rather trying today,
but at lunchtime there was a rather interesting presentation about malaria.
Most people wouldn't be that enamored with a particularly vicious little
parasite which has probably killed more people than anything else in human
history, but I suppose I'm not "most
people".
An
early start made for an early finish; the journey home was in many ways a
reprise of morning's journey. Whilst there's only seven sets of traffic light
between work and the motorway, most caught me, and a seriously high proportion
of the traffic lights in Ashford (two
more on the way home than on the way out) were against me too.
Once home I took the
dogs round the park where Fudge again tried to pick fights with other dogs. I
wish he wouldn’t.
And with "er indoors TM" off bowling I
settled in front of the telly. "My Boy TM" has
suggested I watch “Orange is the New
Black”. Whilst it seems to be rather good, I was surprised to read that
it was described as a comedy. I shall watch some more episodes and see if I
laugh now I know I am supposed to…
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