Not the best player on the golf course, but I still managed to take a couple of quid off my playing partners on Tuesday.
Today was the day off. Lied (lay?) in, having a read, then the paper is delivered at 8 am, so a slightly extended lie-in. Nothing to get up for, really. But I did laundry, and picked a big bag of apples to distribute to the deserving (i.e. fellow golfers whose ever-loving wives want to make apple pies for them).
I had a look at the gas and electricity situation. My spread sheets contain graphs that show my power usage on a moving annual scale. These are, of course, useless, because if I feel cold I will turn the heating on. That nice Mr Brown will surely bung me a couple of quid to help me out. And I really must check the insulation over the west wing - it seems that I can get some help with it on account of my age and infirmity.
I have only had my iPod for three or four years, so I haven't yet found out what it can do. But my big discovery has been the shuffle. Instead of having to choose an album for my supper music, I can let the gadget choose tracks at random. Eclectic is the name of the game. It plays tracks you never knew you had, and the remote allows me to skip. Tonight, it started with Kaiser Chiefs, then some poor Dylan, followed by the 2nd Goldberg Variation, Fleetwood Mac, Cassandra Wilson and ABBA. There was a chapter of Diary of a Nobody (that's what this blog is all about), then Fleet Foxes and Stacey Kent. What a discovery!
The utterly useless county cricket organisers left the crunch matches until now. We are at the equinox, and English weather at this time, while perfect for golf and football, is not the best for four-day cricket. The county game has fallen into disrepair, partly through neglect and partly because very few people want to watch it.
I have never watched any of their shows, but I gather that there is some hoo-ha between two blokes who specialise in going into the jungle and eating horrid things to survive. Nobody ever seems to mention that the camera crew and wardrobe, make-up and canteen staff are there too. Bloody rubbish. Brits, living vicariously, will watch any old crap.
I don't have much of a position about politics. But you have to agree that, while it's a dirty job, somebody has to do it. So if we don't want to do it, we are empowered to choose people to do it for us. The sort of people we are allowed to choose from is not up for discussion - but if you don't like them, then either do it yourself or shut up. This was a problem in 5th Century BC Athens, when the elite tried to do "democracy" (just them and their peers, no women or slaves could vote). And it didn't work. There was always a big man to grab hold of power.
No more politics.
