The night shift went rather well really but it was still good to see the early shift arrive. As I drove home the pundits on the radio were talking about the hijacking of Panama-flagged asphalt tanker Asphalt Princess. I’ve ranted before about hijacking of shipping. Have you ever seen any of these tankers up close? They are *huge* ships. Have you ever been on the bridge of one of these? They have radar which shows them all ships (big and small) for miles around, and the computerised system identifies them all. So they should see the hijackers coming from miles away. I really can’t understand why the captains of these tankers don’t phone up the local coastguards when they see something dodgy approaching
And given that the crew sat idly by and watched the hijackers sail up, the hijackers don’t just jump aboard. The tankers are *huge*; someone’s got to help them up the ladder… What am I missing here?
I turned off the news and sang along with “Ivor Biggun” CDs until I got home.
I went to bed and slept for three hours, finally waking in something of a panic. I’d had a nightmare in which I’d somehow been written into the book “Brideshead Revisited” and was having terrible troubles with the upper classes.
I made toast and had a little look on-line. My comments on one of the geocaching Facebook pages had upset one or two people. There seems to be an attitude in geocaching in that the hobby isn’t something that you actually *do* very often. Anyone new to the game and reading the Facebook groups would soon form the impression that you are supposed to just talk about geocaching, only rarely get your hands dirty, and you are seemingly supposed to actively look down on those who actually do the hobby..
I also had a begging message from Oxfam. Whilst I do feel for those who are intended to benefit from their work, thirty seconds on Google showed me their chief executive earns more than four times what I get. Their communications officers, managers and deputy managers all earn more than I do. I’m getting just a little bit tired at the emotional blackmail being piled on me from people who are better off than I am.
“er indoors TM” and I took the dogs round to the co-op field and back. Pogo kicked off at other dogs a few times. He shouldn’t do that, but some other dog owners don’t help. If someone is clearly making their dog sit whilst he snarls at your dog walking by, would you walk your dog up to say hello?
We came home where I then spent two hours ironing whilst watching five episodes of “Four In A Bed”. Four B&B owners were competing to see who was best, but as always they weren’t comparing like with like. There were only really two B&Bs in today’s contest; one in the deepest Devon countryside and one in Canterbury city centre. One of the other places was a restaurant on the Isle of Wight that offered three bedrooms, and the other was an outdoors activity centre seeming to specialise in corporate events. The place from Devon won it using what seems to be a winning formula on that show. You go first and bend over backwards to give everyone a good experience, so everyone rates you highly. You then mark everyone else down when you go to their B&B and magically you are the winner.
“er indoors TM” sorted dinner which we scoffed whilst watching “Lego Masters Australia” which was rather impressive, but when you think that each model made probably contains tens of thousands of pounds worth of Lego, you have to wonder just how the contestants practice for the show.
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