2012 — 25 April: Wednesday

What better way to celebrate 2,000 days of retirement1 than with a splendid2 example of what Steptoe would probably call "a statement of the bleedin' obvious"?

Guvmint utterance

Do you suppose the same startling principle holds true here in the Benighted Kingdom? I think we should be told! The good lady went on: "I'm against abortion in any form. The grace of God is so liberating and provides so many options to get the best out of life." Good to know. (Link.)

Meanwhile, the language is getting "appalling". (Proof.)

Definitely time for my next cuppa. It's pouring with rain and blowing about quarter of a gale (as opposed to a Fine Gael) out there. Good job we walked yesterday.

I love it...

... when guvmint ministers state that they have "acted with total integrity". But then I like watching aerial pigs, too. Entertaining stuff. (Link.)

Today seems intent...

... on disproving that rain before seven, fine before eleven 'rule'. It's now 11:31 and only slightly less wet out there than it was at 06:30. Grrr.

Mr Postie has braved the rain to bring me wondrous offers. One wonders what the incentive will become next month:

LOVEFiLM

But, honestly, how can I sign up3 to an outfit called "LOVEFiLM"? It's just wrong. Besides, I have neither a PS3, nor an XBox 360, nor an iPad, let alone a smart TV. I'm so unhip, it's a wonder I can still walk. [Pause] And the care-home has just called to tell me they hope to re-open for visitors tomorrow. Won't that be fun? Tricky little buggers, germs.

Blimey! The sun has just peeped out. Must be time for lunch.

When Christa and I...

... tried Whit Stillman's "Metropolitan" five years ago we both gave up on it. I've just been listening to him talking about his new film — "Damsels in Distress" — on the podcast of Kermode and Mayo's film review from last Friday. The tagline may yet become "Jane Austen meets Animal House", but I currently remain unconvinced.

Quite why my 24x7 online bank needs to send me three separate, identical, emails so far today, telling me a new "e-document" (my latest monthly statement) is available for me to read baffles me. Just one would be an elegant sufficiency, surely?

  

Footnotes

1  When did that happen?
2  The spirit of the unlamented (but somehow sadly-missed) Dan Quayle is alive and well, it seems.
3  Recall, it was my lovable son who signed me up — without asking me — in the first place. So it became his job to disentangle me from their clutches. (Took him a while, too.)