Last night I had a friend
request on Facebook from a bloke in a dress who was sporting quite a lot of
make-up. This fellow’s Facebook page featured quite a bit of rather graphic
pornography. I squealed him/her/it up to the Facebook feds, and this morning
the filth was gone. He/she/it was still there though.
Perhaps I’m being puritanical, but
there is a place for porn, and that is on porn dot com. *Not* where the
children are going to see it thrust in their faces (both metaphorically and
literally)
While I was on Facebook I saw
that I also had quite a few birthday wishes too.
As I scoffed toast I opened my
birthday cards and pressies. Some very good cards – many were rather
appropriate. People had clearly thought about what card to get me. and I had a
rather decent haul of pressies too.
We took the dogs round the park;
compared to yesterday, today was rather uneventful, and with walk walked and
dogs settled we drove over to Canterbury. We were hoping we’d be able to get
into the “Bricks
Britannia” exhibition. We were told that there “might” be
tickets available; we found no queue at all and were soon in the exhibition.
It was billed as “A History
of Britain in LEGO Bricks”. In retrospect I don’t know what I was
expecting, but I think it fair to say that I had been expecting more. What they
had was good, but I was expecting to see more than a dozen rather small
dioramas and one train. We spent about half an hour there, but (in all
honesty) I’d seen it all in ten minutes.
As the exhibition was in the
Beaney museum we thought we’d look at the Oliver Postgate section. Oliver
Postgate was the chap behind “The Clangers” and “Bagpuss” and when
he died a lot of the props and puppets from the TV shows had been left to the
museum. I’d heard an awful lot about it over the years; I was expecting there
to be more than just one glass cabinet containing very little worth seeing.
I took a few photos
of the good stuff that we saw today. There were quite a few exhibits
of dull bits of broken pot that I didn’t photograph though.
From the museum we went to
McDonalds for a spot of dinner. It was absolutely heaving with brats. I suppose
this was only to be expected at half-term.
We then had a nosey round the
craft shops. We found one selling Pentel pens. Pentel pens! – they were the
business forty years ago!!
We came home via Fat Fish tackle
where I got some line and some wafters, and via Chilham Garden Centre. I had a
voucher for there for Christmas. I didn’t spend it.
Also on the way home we popped
into Sainsburys to get some cakes to take in to work tomorrow, and to get the
makings of dinner for tonight.
Once home we walked the dogs round the block, then
I got my new fishing line onto the reel I bought with my Christmas bunce. That
was a job I should really have done two months ago, but as long as it was done
by next Monday, "My
Boy TM" will be none the wiser.
I then spent a few minutes
making a new “birthday video” which I shall post out to people on their
birthdays.
"er indoors TM" then boiled up a
rather good pizza and some Christmas pudding which we washed down with a bottle
of plonk. Hic! As we scoffed and drank, we watched the DVD of “Early Man”. It was rather good.
It’s been a rather good day
today. I’m now fifty-five years old, That is positively ancient. I’ve got to
the “old” part. How much longer will it be before “maturity” and
“wisdom” happen…?
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