Apart from being rudely awoken by a cold wet
nose being shoved up my bum in the small hours I slept well. There was a minor
dilemma when I found we'd run out of jam and honey, so I made do with marmalade
on toast as I watched an episode of "Peep Show", then I had a
little look at the Internet.
This morning there was
a squabble kicking off on one of the Doctor Who related Facebook pages I
follow. Some chap in Portsmouth was giving away a load of Doctor Who VHS tapes
to anyone who would come and collect them. People were competing to ask how far
this chap was willing to travel to deliver these tapes for free, and some were
getting quite nasty with him. They really didn't like being told that the tapes
were being offered for free and it was unreasonable to expect him to drive a
round trip of over a hundred miles to do a favour to someone he'd never
previously met.
I set off to work. As I
drove home yesterday the pundits on the radio said that yesterday was the last
cold morning of the wintery spell and that things would be warming up today.
They lied.
It didn't take *that*
long to scrape all the ice from the car's windows.
I drove to the petrol
station at Ashford's Sainsburys. Despite the car's thermometer telling me it
was minus four degrees, some idiot was standing at the petrol pump in Bermuda
shorts and a rather flimsy jacket. There was a minor issue when I came to pay.
I'd bought myself a sandwich and a bag of crisps. In the past the battleaxe on
the till has expected me to scan all my shopping myself. This morning she
scanned it... or tried to. She pointed the bar-code scanner in the general
direction of the shopping, and waved it round and round to try to get the stuff
to scan. It was painfully apparent that she was *not* going to actually
touch what I was trying to buy.
I would complain, but
it was actually rather amusing to watch. I suppose if you were in a rush it
might be a nuisance; there's no denying that quite a queue built up whilst she
farted about.
My piss boiled as I
listened to the radio as drove up the motorway.
The Israeli leader Benjamin Netanyahu has given America's President
Biden (and the rest of the world) two fingers as he publicly
rejected everyone's telling him to stop killing the innocent.
And OFSTED's chief inspector
announced
that school teachers have been forced to lock themselves in their classrooms
due to "safety concerns", while other teachers have been
stopped by children for stepping into 'no-go' areas in schools.
The problem in both
cases is the same. We have a world ostensibly run by pussies.
In the first instance
everyone should cut off all foreign aid to Israel and let them try to
pay for their own wars.
In the second instance
kids should be told who is in charge in the schools; by force if necessary.
Seriously. If any kid tries to order a teacher about they should be thrashed in
front of the rest of the school in order to discourage the impressionable. I
can remember the Packington brothers getting slippered when I was at Red Lake
Primary School. I was terrified; little girls watching were crying... We all
knuckled down and behaved ourselves after that.
A bit old fashioned? When
the bleeding heart looney lefty human rights brigade kick off, they can get
knotted (sorry – not sorry!). They've had their chance and demonstrably
their silly ideas didn't work. I can remember one such advocate of the bleeding
heart looney lefty human rights brigade who was a leader when I was in the Boys
Brigade forty-something years ago. The kids used to get away with murder and
laugh in his face when he tried to reason with them. The leaders who took no
crap achieved far more with the kids as the kids respected them.
I took a deep breath
and drove on to work. As I drove into the car park my phone beeped. Some young
lady with a frankly gargantuan chest wanted to be my friend on Facebook. She
was dressed as a nurse, but I suspect that was a ruse. Proper nurses don't come
in "wipe-clean" costumes.
I had a second dubious
friend request at lunch time. I think this one was female as well (it is
difficult to be sure). This one was also wearing a "wipe-clean"
costume but was already in the bath. Was that good or bad? Mind you she looks
more cross-eyed than my smallest dog and her left hand doesn’t look right. I’m
not entirely sure she isn’t AI-generated.
I have to wonder what
these people hope to achieve by sending me friend requests. They had stopped on
the run-up to Christmas but seem to be picking up again.
With work worked I came
home. In daylight, which was something of a result. “er
indoors TM” boiled up some fish
and chips which we scoffed whilst watching the last episodes of “The Reluctant
Landlord”. That was a rather good show… we’ve got to find something
else to watch whilst scoffing our dinner now.
Bearing
in mind that if I was to press the “play” button on the Sky-Q box now,
the stuff we’ve got recorded would probably play for weeks (if not months),
finding something shouldn’t be an issue.
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