Finding myself wide awake far too early I got up, opened
the Advent Calendar, made toast, and watched an episode of “The Empress”
in which she “got them out” and did the dirty deed with the Emperor.
Perhaps I’m just getting more puritanical in my old age, but more and more I’m
of the opinion that having the leading lady in any TV show or film getting them
out and doing the dirty deed is just laziness on the part of the scriptwriters
who are saved from having to come up with five more minutes of dialogue.
I then sparked up my lap-top and peered into the Internet.
It was still there. It told me that the chap who used to run our Boys Brigade
company had a birthday today. It would also have been my parents’ old dog’s
birthday today, and I have a sneaking suspicion that it would also have been my
grandmother’s birthday too.
Not much had happened on-line overnight really. There was a
rather bitter argument about the last episode of the third season of Blake’s
Seven (which aired in 1980). I didn’t get involved, but I’ll make the
observation that those who argue about episodes of Blake’s Seven from over
forty years ago are generally far more conversant with the actual episodes than
those who argue about episodes of Star Trek from the same period.
I went to work via the co-op to get a sandwich. Like the
last time I tried in the morning the place was closed. But today it was closed
and in darkness, but with quite a queue outside. I didn't hang about and went
to Sainsbury's near work instead. As I drove the pundits on the radio were
spouting their usual nonsense.
There was talk about Nick Clegg today. Remember him?
Fifteen years ago he was leader of the Liberal Democrats and threw away pretty
much everything the party stood for so as to get a national referendum for
government by a system of proportional representation that everyone knew was
doomed to failure. After five years of just saying "yes Dave"
to everything the Prime Minister at the time wanted eventually, like all
politicians, the electorate gave him the heave-ho.
And seemingly like all politicians he landed on his feet,
and is now the deputy head honcho at Meta - the company which owns Facebook and
Instagram. Apparently Sir Nick (he's a "sir" now - all right for
some isn't it?) is concerned that Elon Musk has too much of an influence in American
politics.
I expect Mr. Musk probably has, but I would cynically ask
if Sir Nick would be quite so vocal if Mr. Musk didn't own Sir Nick's main competitor?
Work was the same as ever, but I was on the early shift and
so got out early. It was already getting dark as I drove out of the car park,
and was completely dark when I got home.
We had a good bit of scoff whilst watching more “Junior
Taskmaster”. I’m feeling worn out… When I’m not working all is fine. When I
am working I’m wide awake at three o’clock…
Today was one of those dull days.
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