Last night “er indoors TM” came home from the family
gathering with a humungous slab of Stilton. I hope she hadn't been hoping that
it might last the entire Christmas holiday; I scoffed the lot in twenty
minutes. And for all the old wives' tales about not eating cheese before
bedtime, I slept like a log through till five o'clock.
I got up, had toast, sparked up Netflix and
watched an episode of "Harry Enfield and Chums". Can you
believe that show is now over thirty years old? It's stood the test of time
better than many of the shows of that time; even if it does date itself by
having people still smoking in pubs... or actually being able to afford going
in to pubs, come to that.
What with it being far too early on a Sunday morning for anything
at all to be happening on Facebook I got ready for work, and set off without
disturbing “er
indoors TM” or the wolf pack.
I set off up the motorway to Maidstone
listening to some rather interesting program about ants, and how the average
ant is rather "meh", but working together as a colony they can
do amazing things... including capturing and enslaving other ants. There was an
attempt to draw parallels with humanity.
There was then talk of
how Israeli soldiers shot three of their captured
hostages
who were supposedly waving a white flag. It has to be said that having entered
this conflict from the moral high ground and with world opinion initially on
their side, the Israelis are doing their utmost to piss on their chips.
And there was a lot of
talk about how Baroness Mone looks set to profit from the sixty million quid her company made flogging protective
equipment during the pandemic. This *really* boils my piss. Not that
she's making money from it, but because this is supposedly news. Are people
really this thick? Leaving aside woolly-minded blathering, basically in the UK
we have a choice of two political systems:
Socialist (Labour)
in which the state provides pretty much everything that anyone might ever
need... and you pay for it in high taxes.
Capitalist (Conservative)
in which the state sells off pretty much everything that anyone might ever
need. Private industries buy them and then you with what you need. At a cost to
you and at a profit for them.
I'm not getting into
the rights and wrongs of each side; there's good and bad for both schools of
thought. But at the moment we live in a (democratically elected!) system
in which the state expects pretty much everything that anyone might ever need
to be provided by profit-making industries. So let's not act surprised to find
out we've got what we voted for. Or didn't we realise what we were voting for?
Democracy, eh?
I got to work and did my bit. And with my bit
done I came home. Being the last weekend before Christmas we did the Christmas family
bingo game by Teams. In the past we used Zoom, but after an hour, Zoom cuts
out. So we used Teams, and it too cut out after an hour.
We played eight cards; a row and a full house on each. I won one of
the rounds, so was only thirty quid down on the deal. “er indoors TM” did a quiz
after the bingo; I came second to last.
And in closing today here's a little tip for
the festive season. Don't chuck any left over Baileys down the drain as it bungs them up.
If any of my loyal readers understand the phrase "left over Baileys"
could they please explain it to me.
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