2010 — 29 April: Thursday
Well, so far (08:38) it's looking a bit grey and dull out there. The forecast is "light rain" though, so it will probably be blazing hot later. A walking decision awaits...
If voting changed anything...
... they'd make it illegal, as young Mr Livingstone observed. The Guardian challenged its readers to produce election posters. There's a fine selection, of which this is my favourite one:
It's official...
... no walk today, lest the pair of shrinking violets gets rained on. No matter; there's no shortage of other business to deal with (for an overdue change). What's next, Mrs Landingham?
I'm generally opposed to killing things since, after all, I can't create life. But for some forms of life I'm afraid it's a question of her or me:
I don't hold the Keith Roberts SF novel The Furies entirely responsible. It's more the increasingly nasty reaction I've had to the last couple of stings.
Time's Arrow
Nice thing about keeping a diary is that you can check back to see what you were up to on 29ths of April past. For example:
- 2009: wandering around Compton before popping over to see Roger and Eileen
- 2008: walking on Southampton Common, before helping Bob set up his new flatscreen TV
- 2007: a picnic and inspecting the Roman villa at Rockbourne with Christa on a hot, sunny day
An interesting list (here) of cancelled TV shows. I know only six of them. But they were good. As William ("Princess Bride") Goldman says "Nobody deliberately sets out to make something bad..." [Pause] Let's hope there's nothing too bad in this little stack of incoming goodies:
Although it's clearly my job to keep my Postie fit, I think that will do for April! (Though I have just ordered the film "Cracks" by Ridley Scott's daughter Jordan. I note it's on sale at a hefty price as an export to Amazon in the US. Tee-hee.)
I should probably care more about this than I do. <Sigh> Still, it's amusing to see that they needed to hire a post-doctoral cosmological statistician for three months! Time (16:47) for my next cuppa.
Much later
Chance in a million is still funny, though (alas) Love Hurts was almost painfully unfunny. Clueless is a gem from start to finish. And now, somehow, it's approaching midnight. How does that happen?