2010 — 4 July: Sunday
It being already 00:29 and me being tired, I'm off to bed. G'night.
Much as I like ants...
... I draw the line at them swarming over my little kitchen waste pot when I come down in the morning. So, after half an hour of mass murder and some gap-filling with plastic putty, I now need a cuppa to wash away my sins. It's 09:02, sunny, and feels warm. I'm in a better mood now than I was at 06:00 when some clown's car alarm went off.
BBC Radio 3 has been excelling itself this morning with an American-oriented theme. Nobody has yet mentioned William Russo, however. It's 11:31 and very pleasant now that some clouds have started moderating that nasty hot bright thing up in the sky.
Likewise, BBC 6Music as I potter along through the afternoon. It's already 16:53 — how does that happen?
I've decided I also draw the line at Sun Ra — sometimes, the "Freak Zone" seems to take a delight in the wilfully difficult or obscure music in much the same way that the sainted John Peel used to (and that his son doesn't). It's 19:52 and the evening meal is waiting patiently for me to eat it. I shan't keep it waiting any longer.
The chap who...
... used to prance around the world stage as our Prime Minister before the chap who used to prance around the world stage as our Prime Minister before the chap who is now our Prime Minister is (allegedly) costing a significant fraction of my lifetime earnings per year to keep him safe and sound on his (continuing) global jaunts. Surely his doubtless fragrant wife (who trades as a QC under her 'maiden' name and hands out lesser sentences to chaps who are religious) could pick up the tab? Besides, who could possibly wish to harm such a harmless chap? (Source.)
Tracking the Tube
Amazing what you can do these days — mind you, the data feed has been down for several days now.