As recommended by Bob Dylan. There was a bit too much sport on the box on Saturday, so I popped over to BBC and watched an hour of a film about Waterloo. Historically in order, but Rod Steiger as Napoleon took a bit of swallowing. Entertaining, because we knew the result, but fairly pointless. It's a bit like sport really, which is a pastime, not an earth-shattering matter of real importance.(Even the Millwall, Charlton and Arsenal supporters in my golf squad admit that.)
On Sunday morning, the outside temperature was 1.5º, which called for a touch of central heating. It will be on more than it is off for the next few months. But there was a bit of sunshine which showed up my dirty windows, so I washed them, and now I can see through them.
Fairly ordinary golf results this week, though my three-ball today gave a nice result - Tom won the front nine, Harry won the back nine, and I won the overall, so no money changed hands.
I can't bring myself to comment on the Afghan farrago, except to think that there is a virtual civil war being waged for the future of Pakistan. It is scary to say the least, and it does seem to be in the West's best interest to help to squash the Taliban. The US have clearly had a word in Karzai's ear and told him that the game is up for him. So where do you find the next "good" guys?
I am concentrating on the loaves and fishes question; I have made a provisional list of dishes to feed the mob, and there is always bread and pasta if all else fails.
One of my golf chum's wife has been wheelchair-bound, suffering from MS, for many years, and she is currently in intensive care after a fit/stroke. Geoff said today that the doctors have told him that there is no hope of survival. I am talking to him.
