The
dogs slept well last night, and consequently so did I. I had a shave, made
toast, and watched another episode of “Green Eggs and Ham” in which
the plot has taken a rather unexpected twist. As I watched, Fudge snored
quietly on the sofa; I tried not to disturb him.
With
absolutely nothing happening on the Internet I got dressed. Seeing another cold
morning I popped out to the back garden and switched off the pond pump. The
fish will hibernate until the spring... I hope. They have done so in the
past. The ice got scraped off the car rather quicker this morning than it
did yesterday, and I headed off.
As
I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing someone from the Aston
Martin corporation. They've just launched a new car. Retailing at
over one hundred and fifty thousand pounds, I'm now convinced that my choice
of career as a professional blood tester was a bad idea. I'd love to have
that amount of money to squander on a car.
Is
it too late for me to become a Double-0 agent? Mind you I'm not sure that
my back would be up to it.
There
was quite a bit of talk on the radio about last night's debate between Mr
Johnson and Mr Corbyn. The view seemed to be that both had fared equally badly.
They probably had, but bearing in mind that one had come from a position of
being the Prime Minister, and the other from being widely regarded as something
of a joke, this must be a win for Mr Corbyn. Which is possibly something of a
worry for the nation.
There
was then a lot of discussion about how politics is no longer safe ground for
comedians. Apparently a lot of professional comedians are losing audiences
depending on which politicians they attack. Back in the day everyone took the
rise out of Margaret Thatcher, and it was expected. Purely because there
was no opposition worth mentioning. Which is exactly like it is today, so I
can't see what's changed.
They
wheeled on Alexei Sayle (of all people) who spoke
rather eloquently on the matter. He felt that he had not experienced any
backlash from attacking anyone;, to which a much younger professional
comedienne replied "but you're Alexei Sayle!!"
He
was somewhat taken aback by that.
It
is somewhat amazing that he is now seen as part of the establishment when I can
remember him singing "Hello John, Gotta New Motor?" and
having the gimmick of being a "fat bastard in a tight suit".
I drove to Sainsbury and got petrol (before the place became
gridlocked), and went in to work. I did my bit, and came home via "My Boy TM"’s
house where there was a little birthday tea for Lacey. She’s now thirteen!!
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