A
few months ago I watched the first two seasons of “The Good Place”; a rather good Netflix original show. This morning
I started watching the third season. I was disappointed… I’m hoping it will
perk up; a shame they are only releasing one episode per week; I’d rather
binge-watch the lot.
I
sparked up the lap-top to peer into cyber-space, and I had a thought (it happens from time to time…). Cast
your mind back a couple of years. The year 2016 was universally hated and
despised and somehow felt to be in some way responsible for no end of celebrity
deaths. Yesterday both Geoffrey Hayes and Charles Aznavour died; people were
posting about Geoffrey Hayes this morning. Quite a few people have
croaked this year, and no one has seen it as in any way out of the
ordinary. Why was celebrity death such an issue two years ago?
As
I drove to work the pundits on the radio were interviewing the Prime Minister
who didn't come over very well. She was blathering on about her recently-announced
immigration policy which would seem to have already blown up in her
face. Bearing in mind that a *lot* of
people voted for Brexit as a sure-fire way to send them all back on the next
banana boat ("Them" being
pretty much anyone who might plausibly be sent back anywhere), the Prime
Minister wanted to do something about immigration. However (demonstrably) the average Brit won't
work for minimum-wage jobs such as in the service industries and in
agriculture. And furthermore (equally
demonstrably) the average Brit doesn't seem to be very interested in doing
skilled jobs such as I.T. and medical stuff. So the Prime Minister's new policy
makes allowances for this. Immigrant workers will be allowed in to the UK to do
the jobs that the Brits won't or can't do.
And
so this morning it was claimed on the radio that after Brexit there will be *more* migrant workers in the UK in the
future; not less.
The
Prime Minister didn't actually deny this revelation...
The
"Thought for the Day" today
made me laugh out loud at its idiocy. The vicar giving the talk started off
blathering on about how difficult dieting can be. As a life-long porker I can
relate to how hard it can be to lose weight, but with a determined effort you
can shed the pounds. In an amazing feat of talking twaddle this idiot vicar
then likened the effort of dieting to the effort of believing in a non-existent
God. No one can deny that if you stop eating cakes and use massive amounts of
will-power you'll lose weight. Therefore it is self-evident (apparently!) that by exactly the same
reasoning if you believed hard enough, God would exist.
How
do these people ever get taken seriously? By the same logic I can murder and
rob banks If I *really* believe it is
the right thing to do...
I
stopped off at Aldi before work. I needed some armpit-squirt. Having got the
stuff I then stood behind a sign saying that if I was behind it they would open
another till, and I waited for ten minutes for the three members of staff to
finish their gossiping before one of them (grudgingly)
opened said till.
I got to work and did
that which I couldn’t avoid. I was beaten home by "er indoors TM" for once.
We watched “Bake-Off”
over a rather good bottle of plonk…. Hic!
Today is "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
‘s fourth birthday. We did a video call. Four – where has the time gone…?
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