I've heard good things
said about the TV show "Mr Selfridge" so last night
we watched the show. I don't think I'll be watching any more. It just
didn't hold my attention. As the TV drivelled on my phone rang; it
was work. Would I do the early shift tomorrow? I agreed; I'd rather
have an early or a late start. Mind you I'd rather do the longer
night and weekend shifts if possible because there are less of those
and I get more whole days off. What with the vagaries of my shift
system I've now got to work for the next four days. Four consecutive
days(!)
I was just about to go to
kip when the door crashed open. "My Boy TM"
and his new beard were visiting after a heavy day's drinking. He
talked rubbish for a few minutes then staggered off into the
distance.
Unusually for me I took a
while to get to sleep. And then I had a rather restless night. I
think I saw every hour on the clock. I blame our new mattress. This
"memory-foam" doesn't mould itself to the shape of
your body at all. It just has a crater where I sleep, and I can't get
comfortable because I'm just rolling into that crater all the time. I
suppose this is the disadvantage of buying a hooky mattress from a
dodgy bloke I met by chance in the street.
I got up a little while
before the alarm was about to go off, and had all of my toast as
"Furry Face TM" was still asleep.
And so to work. As I drove I listened to the news. An election in
Greece has seen a victory for the "Stick
It Up Your Bum, Europe Party". They've come to power by
promising an end to austerity. So either they really will tell the EU
to "stick it up their bum" and the Greek economy
will collapse, or they will (like every other politician)
moderate their promises in the light of reality. Either way it's not
going to be good for Greece. And consequently the rest of Europe.
he Prime Minister had
a phone call. Some chap, in a moment of drunken bravado, phoned
Downing Street and after a little to-ing and fro-ing got put through
to the Prime Minister. Personally I can't see what the fuss is about,
but the pundits were all a-twitter on the matter.
And after nine years of
travelling, the New Horizons probe in about to start taking
photographs
of the planet Pluto.
I got to work; I've got
used to lone working at night over the last few weeks. It was odd to
have the place filled with people. I did my bit; at lunch I went out
to the car park and did sax practice. My Mexican Hat isn't too shabby
at all.
An early start made for
an early finish. I came home, turned on my PC, got shirty on social
media and defriended someone. Defriending on Facebook is a serious
thing to do (!) but I'm afraid sometimes I take offence.
Because I'm a scruffy noisy messy tattoed thug-looking ruffian people
tend to overlook the fact I have more letters after my name than
sense.
I do get miffed when
someone dismisses something I say about a subject on which I have
years of professional experience and extensive post-graduate
qualification in favour of uninformed opinion... and then tries to
tell me I know nothing
Perhaps I'm just too full
of my own importance...?
I'm going to eat my
penis-cake now...
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