With an alarm set I was up far too early as I always am
when I have an alarm set. I watched some "Shameless", then had
a little look at the Internet just in case something amazingly different had
happened overnight.
It hadn't.
There were loads of people squabbling on Facebook about how
"un Star Trek like" the most recent episodes of Star Trek had
been; all of these people proudly showing off how little they'd actually
watched the program. And quite a few people on my Facebook friends list were
posting from places abroad. As is so often the case, the more these people
plead poverty during the year, the more exotic their foreign holiday. Or
holidays... as they have several.
I set off to work and as I drove I listened to the radio.
As I drove there was a lot of talk about high street shops closing. Wilko,
Boots, M&S, Iceland... the
list is growing.
The amazing revelation was made that this is because of
on-line shopping and how people can order stuff from the comfort of their
living rooms without the aggro of having to go to a shop and face the Great
Unwashed. The chap being interviewed seemed to think this was rather surprising
... he really did. He went on to say that on-line shopping is all very well for
the younger generation, but it isn't something that the older ones among us can
do; the implication being that if you were over fifty then the twenty-first
century had rather passed you by. I thought that rather rude. Realistically
being able to use the Internet today is akin to being able to read or write. If
you can't do so, there's plenty of help out there.
Let's be honest - the only people who are IT illiterate are
those who choose to be.
There was also a lot of talk about how Chief Constables are
to have the right to sack bad
coppers. The police unions felt that in theory this was a good idea, but in
practice there might be those Chief Constables who would use these powers to
settle old scores. They might be right.
The point was also made that public confidence in the
police is at an all-time low. I must admit I've no respect or confidence for
the police. Here's a suggestion... why not make being a police officer
compulsory for everyone for a period of time just like National Service used to
be. If we've all done it, we might just be a tad more understanding of the Old
Bill?
I got to work for the early shift and had a rather busy
day... matters weren't helped by my having the theme tune to "Tiny Toon
Adventures" stuck in my head. But an early start made for an early
finish, and seeing the forecast rain hadn’t happened I took the dogs down to
Orlestone Woods where something odd was going on. Or, to be precise, two
somethings odd.
There was a hippy camper van in the car park which had
clearly taken up residence; there was a washing line set up out of the back of
it with all the hippy laundry drying. I tried to take a photo, buut couldn’t do
so without being obvious.
And the wooden bollard (to keep motor vehicles out of
the wood) had been removed. Removed very cleanly. The thing had obviously
been lifted out of the hole. But to lift it out without disturbing any of the
surrounding soil must have taken specialist equipment. And had it been done “officially”,
a gaping hole wouldn’t have been left. Fortunately someone had stuck a stick in
it to make the thing obvious otherwise I (for one) would have fallen
into it.
Had the hippies removed it, or were these two unrelated
somethings?
“er indoors TM” got kebab for tonight’s
dinner. It was rather good, but I think my scoffing all the chilis was a silly
idea.
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