2010 — 26 March: Friday
It's 00:39 or so, and another week is about to bite the dust. The Charley Boorman "evening" was interesting and enjoyable, though not at all my usual cultural fare. I'd forgotten it was his Dad who'd directed "Excalibur",1 but I shall re-watch that sooner rather than later. Oh, and the Yaris is watertight.
G'night.
Rain? What rain?
I've not been awake long enough to be sure — and it's already 10:44 — but it looks like a glorious morning so far. I once again forgot to put out my "glass bottle" crate for the monthly collection, but woke (briefly) when I heard the gentle tinkling sounds of my neighbours' booze collections being scooped up.
For any Labour voters thinking of voting Tory (or vice versa) I recommend the rather unusual set of valedictory notes here from Chris Mullin, who's retiring as an MP. I very much enjoyed his novel "A very British coup" and, last year, his diary (for broadcasting which I see BBC Radio 4 paid him £2,100). His voting record in Parliament is available here and seems quite a mixture. I will continue to vote as I have always done, and it's not for either of the aforementioned sets of weasels. I prefer my weasels to be more wool-covered and slightly less certain that they already know the answers without needing to think about the questions. Just call me a Liberal and be done with it...
Adonis in Wonderland
The noble lord's waffling (some might say "insane") defence of Heathrow's third runway induces a mild desire in me to strangle him. Mind you, if his boss, our wonderfully clear-sighted leader, can suggest that a third runway is "entirely compatible with our carbon reduction target" then he, too, appears to have been smoking the same psycho-active substance. I think I must stop listening to the news.
It's 13:26 and I have another daffodil or two, this time in the back garden. Click the pic to see its full-size glory:
Time for lunch.
If Beethoven wrote a finer Symphony than #9, I've yet to hear it!
Not with a bang...
I suppose having 3,100 nuclear weapons to worry about is slightly better than having 4,500-plus of the obscene, insane things. Whatever else the doctrine of Mutual Assured Destruction is, you cannot find fault with its acronym.
Mercy me, it's 18:33 — no wonder I'm getting hungry.