2011 — 6 July: Wednesday
Having been listening in disgust to a lengthy BBC radio news item about the "Murdoch Empire" and some of its machinations, topped by hearing the on-air wriggling of one of its (presumably) senior chaps, I reached my own personal tipping point and sent my own little email protest to the frightfully nice Culture Secretary and his terribly nice boss, the PM. Last time I did this sort of thing1 I was basically told in the response by #10 Downing Street to "Eff off and prepare to die".
Now, there's a thought.
In other thoughts, it's 08:46 and I need to load some breakfast and pack a lunch. There's a walk to be walked.
No longer quite so...
... down-in-the-mouth, since my own supply of mouth ulcer treatment was shoveled through my letter flap yesterday. It's now made in Thailand, but is indistinguishable from the earlier UK Adcortyl product. Trade name:
Which, I suspect, is pronounced "Kanolone". It's working its usual miracle on the pesky blighters. And I'm now painfully aware of exactly why microwave "cooking" instructions that say "Allow to stand for two minutes" need to be followed.
The intrepid trio...
... of elderly walkers is safely back home. But I, for one, now need to head out again to pick up a packet or two that Mr Postie decided not to leave on, or even under, my door mat while I was trudging to and from a well-earned pint of shandy at The Chestnut Horse. And I now have an evening video date over in Winchester to repair the appalling gap in my filmic experience. They both insisted I need to see, and will enjoy, "Forrest Gump". I remain unconvinced, but have promised to give it a try. After all, Robert Zemeckis is usually reliable. How bad can it be?
Watch this space. It's 16:33 and there's plenty of time for a cuppa. But probably not enough to re-install Windows 7 on the new super-duper hard drive this afternoon. That distinctive pleasure will have to wait a while.
As will these four films:
And the book:
All of which I've just retrieved from the clutches of my local postal depot. However, next on the "to-be-done" list comes "empty the washing machine" and "make something to eat". It's 18:11 and I note that nice Mr Murdoch is coming under a degree of pressure over today's latest allegations (one hesitates to call them revelations — "Private Eye" has been banging on for much longer than most of our more mainstream media about what it rightly perceives as some ethical and moral shortcomings in parts of Mr M's massive media empire).