Despite all the dogs being settled I was still
wide awake, scoffing toast and watching telly before six o’clock this morning.
“Peep Show” was entertaining enough, and then I sparked up my lap-top.
Even more people had
asked to join the Dog Club Facebook group. This has had loads of requests to
join just recently; I wonder why; bearing in mind that for every twenty members
of the Facebook group, about one actually shows up.
I did more of my
on-line course, and failed the third module exam. Having copied my answers I
pressed the “Try Again” button and having identified the ones I’d got
wrong managed to pass on the second attempt.
I threaded my way in
and out through the bins which were randomly scattered across the pavement
where the bin men had left them as I went to find my car. I set off to work
listening to the radio as I went.
It turns out that the
chap who threw acid over a young mother and her children was a registered sex offender
who was also an asylum seeker whose application had failed twice before finally
being accepted. There was an interview with the local MP who seemed rather
concerned that the media were describing the attacker as an asylum seeker as
this would probably lead to innocent asylum seekers getting abuse. She's
probably got a point... Here's a
suggestion (which won't get taken up). Why don't the authorities catch
this chap, then hand him over to the sort of people who would give abuse to the
asylum seekers? He wouldn't attack anyone ever again, and potential attackers
would certainly be discouraged, wouldn't they?
And the Labour party
were being accused of
back-tracking on their twenty-eight billion pounds green investment plan. The
poor chap being interviewed was trying to explain that until he saw the books
he couldn't really commit to spending anything. He's probably got a point, but
that's not what the masses want to hear, is it? The trouble with our political
system is that the two sides try to outdo each other with impossible promises
until the one with the most outrageous and unachievable goals gets voted into
power by those who are gullible enough to believe them. And then the gullible
get outraged when those they've voted it are not capable of delivering on the
impossible promises they made.
Is waiting until he can
see what he can afford such an unreasonable political stance to take? It's a
sensible one, but it won't win many votes.
Meanwhile the Japanese
are planning to put lasers into orbit to zap
all the space junk. How long will it be before they zap the wrong thing?
I drove normally up the
motorway for half of my journey this morning, and drove at a shade over sixty
miles an hour for the second half. Finding myself behind a police car I wasn't
brave enough to overtake it. Unlike the motorbike that came past slaloming
across all three lanes and weaving in and out of the traffic whilst driving far
too fast. I would have thought that the police would have taken off in hot
pursuit. They didn't. I'd like to think that they were already busy on their
way to catch murderers. I suspect they were on the way to join the early
morning gathering of police vehicles in McDonald's car park.
Work was much the same
as ever. There was no cake, which was something of a disappointment. At tea
break my phone pinged with a message. The head honchos at Munzee HQ have
changed the rules so that you can cap a Greenie every day. That's good news for
the Greenies, but effectively puts the tin lid on Qrewzees.
It's another world when
you go round sticking bar codes onto lamp posts.
And I had a friend
request on Facebook too. But not the sort of dubious scantily clad object of
questionable gender. This one was from some weirdo who was openly selling
bitcoins, but not to anyone in the UK.
What was that all about?
For some strange reason I got home fifteen minutes quicker than I
did yesterday. “er indoors TM” boiled up dinner then
she set off out for the evening. I settled with the dogs and watched a film on
Netflix. “The Bromley
Boys” kept me amused; even if it was half an hour too long.
I shall see how much kip I can get before “er indoors TM”
comes home…
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