I slept well, but was wide awake at four o’clock. I
lay awake for a bit, then gave up trying to sleep, got up and watched another
episode of “Sick Note” then had a little look at the Internet. Our new
MP was posting more propaganda from the Labour party. He’s been in post for
several months now, and I’m rather disappointed in him. The last chap did very
little but post to social media attempting to take the credit for other
people’s efforts. This new chap just posts Labour party propaganda to social
media.
I don’t really know what I was expecting from a Labour
party MP, but taking over from a Conservative who had been caught with porn on
his computer I had been expecting more.
There wasn’t much else going on, so I got ready for
work. It
was starting to get light as I left home this morning, and the seagulls were
squawking like things possessed. I wonder what had wound them up.
I walked to where I'd parked the car yesterday
evening. It was quite a way away. I scraped off the ice and drove round to the
co-op. Having loads of change from the Dog Club pot I asked if they'd be
interested in having my pound coins in exchange for notes.
They were.
I then set off up the motorway listening to the
pundits on the radio as I went. As I went there was all sorts of talk
about Donald Trump. He's said that America wants dibs on Ukrainian mineral deposits. Bearing in mind how
much the Americans have done for the Ukrainians that's not unreasonable, is it?
And there was talk of how the UK is upping spending on the defence budget. Opinion was
divided as to why. Some felt it was sucking up to Donald Trump, others felt
that America has had enough of spending money on defending Europe and Europe
needs to defend itself from now on. I suspect there's truth to both arguments.
I got to work and did my bit on the early shift. As I
worked I had a message from the first fruit of my loin. Did I have a pressure
washer? Yes, thank you I replied. I went on to say I have got two. He was
asking because he’s not got any now. His one blew up this morning. Mind you I
say “blew up”, it actually stopped working and loads of smoke came out
of it, but the end result is the same.
He wants to borrow one of mine, though he is rather
vague as to whether he wishes to pressure-wash with it or to blow it up. I
expect I will find out eventually. I’ll just make the proviso that if (when)
he blows it up he can take the remains to the tip.
“er indoors TM” went off out to
the Marlowe with Steve and Sarah to see some comedian or other. I sorted myself
a pizza and sparked up Netflix. “Subservience” was a
rather good film, but like many sci-fi ideas wasn’t a new story. Whilst Asimov’s
TN-3 and JN-1 came to mind, I was mostly reminded of Edmund
Cooper’s Marion-A. It was a shame that the robot in this evening’s film
ended up being a total psycho, but that’s what most robots on the telly end up
being, isn’t it? Robots of cheap sci-fi stories of seventy years ago were much
better thought-out. And they didn’t walk round in saucy undercrackers doing the
dirty deed either.
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