After a rather restless night I watched
an episode of “F is for Family” which was so-so, then sparked up my
lap-top for a rummage round the Internet to see what I’d missed overnight.
I hadn’t missed much, but one chap on
one of the Lego Facebook groups was suggesting a novel idea. He wondered if
people might lend out their Lego sets to others to build, but for some reason
he wanted people to send the things to him already made. Was that so he could
claim he had built that which he hadn’t? I didn’t get involved with that one.
I spent five minutes on a geo-jigsaw
puzzle (nearly three hours wasted on that jig-saw so far…) then got
ready for work.
The roads were rather busy this morning.
As I came home from the late shift last night I couldn't have seen more than a
dozen or so cars coming back the other way; it was a different story this
morning.
As I drove to work the pundits on the
radio were talking about how the Bank of England has issued an apology for how some of its
directors had been involved in the slave trade some three hundred years ago. There
is talk of removing all pictures, images or mention of any of the directors who
made their money that way.
This winds me up. I'm in no way
supporting the slave trade, or making a case for it, but the slave trade
happened, and no one alive today can possibly be held responsible for something
that took place three hundred years ago.
Surely it is better to recognise what happened and be aware of it and
learn from the mistakes of history, rather than trying to pretend it never
happened?
There was also an interview with one of
the leading lights of the Labour party who has co-authored a report into why the Labour
party did so badly at last year's elections. It can be no surprise to anyone
that being led by an unelectable looney whilst making utterly undeliverable
promises wasn't a vote winner.
While their election strategy worked in
that they have successfully avoided the responsibility that comes with being in
government, it would seem that they have
realised that they've got to be *slightly* less crap if they aren't
going to disappear into obscurity at the next election. Having finally worked
out that they have lost the support of thousands of life-long lefties (ahem!), they have decided to
do something to try to get back their traditional voters, or they will soon be
playing second fiddle to the tree-huggers and the shouty-racists in the
corridors of power
Some bishop was wheeled on to drivel
inanely for a couple of minutes in the "Thought For The Day" bit.
He mentioned that our old friend science reckons there may well be about thirty-six other
planets
with intelligent life in our galaxy.
This isn't news - back in the day I
lectured about this several times. There are all sorts of starting assumptions
that you can make which will affect the final estimate of alien numbers, but
thirty-six isn't an unreasonable estimate.
Having given a vague and confused
outline of how the number was arrived at, the bishop then claimed this was yet
another self-evident proof of how wonderful his particular brand of
superstition was.
Just as I pulled into the works car park
I suddenly (and for no apparent reason) was gripped with a sudden urge
to emigrate to Australia. I have no idea what prompted that, but I then spent
much of the rest of the day thinking "what if"... even though it only
took ten seconds on Google to see that the Australians wouldn't have me because
I am too old...
I did my bit; I came home. We took the
dogs round the park for a walk. When we saw potential disaster we were able to
capture Fudge and Pogo and put them on their leads. But Treacle was too fast
and made a bee-line for the picnic. You have to wonder what kind of half-wit
feeds half their picnic to a passing dog before the dog’s supervisor can
intervene. I was rather short with the picnic-ers… I suppose they thought they
were being kind in feeding the dog. When I saw the chocolate and the pickled
onions I got rather excited. They had no idea that those are poisonous to dogs.
"er indoors TM" went to Asda and
I carried on geo-jigsaw puzzling. After three hours I’d solved the jigsaw and
then had absolutely no idea at all of how to proceed...
Eventually inspiration came (via
Facebook messenger)… Oh how I laughed when I thought of what fun I’d had
doing that jigsaw puzzle…
No comments:
Post a Comment