A weather report.
Hello, and welcome to a bright sunny day, as it was the other morning. Although, not according to my new phone.
That’s a screen shot of the weather report which said it was foggy. In fact, I had the same every day for a week, even when the weather was bright. I’m not up on all these technical things, it took me half hour setting it up to get past Language = English. Therefore, I’m sure something is going wrong when calibrating these weather settings. You see, whatever I’ve done, my smart new phone now believes it exists in Victorian London.
Living doll.
Mannequins, dolls, they freak me out. Ever since Doctor Who.
Plastic dolls, I hate them. Pure evil. I mean, who could not be scared by this?
Brrrr. So, imagine my horror when I saw the new adverts for Swedish flat-pack furniture store, Ikea.
Arrggghhh! What are the Scandinavians trying to do, freak me out? This doesn’t belong in a furniture ad, it should be in a horror film.
Some people should not be allowed to run a football club.
Paolo Di Canio, say what you like about him: Total fascist, or the lesser charge of simply being obnoxious. Whatever you decide, I think he had a raw deal at the hands of Sunderland Football Club’s incompetent owners.
So we have the scenario a few months ago. Sunderland in huge trouble. They sack their previous manager and bring in a guy (Di Canio) who has had modest success. An unpopular decision with many but over the past few months, the Sunderland board allow him to sell their best player and buy a dozen or so new ones which were to his liking and style of play. Then, when things are going wrong after five games, the idiotic board sack the man they lavished all this cash on, leaving them with the prospect of a new manager having to work with a load of players he doesn’t want.
Football chairmen … Most should stick to playing this.
Still, not a lot of sympathy for Paolo. He doesn’t seem a very nice person.
Beliefs … Sometimes I can’t believe them.
I watch the news about the surgeon who lost his entire family in a house fire … and I want to cry. I then hear the grieving man draws comfort from his faith and religion … and I want to scream.
Meanwhile, in a land down under …
So they have brought back Prisoner and renamed it Wentworth. I have to admit, I used to watch a few of those Cell Block H’s late at night. Vinegar Tits and the Freak … right?
However, it wasn’t my favourite Aussie soap. If you wanted the bizarre, who remembers this?
Yes, Sons and Daughters, the show where I think in five years, every character had fathered, given birth or married every other member of the cast. Confusing? I needed to write the permutations on an A1 flip chart to keep track. Talk about ridiculous. I do miss it, though.
And talking about re-inventing old stuff. …
It could be you …
Remember the slogan when the National Lottery first launched?
Yes, the magic finger pointing to the lucky winner. Well, Lotto is being given a facelift and launched as a new game next week. I’ve had a look and it seems to me … same game, new double the price of a ticket, and not only that, less money for some of the higher paying prizes, too. Still, for three numbers, you now get £25 instead of £10. Hmmmm … somebody will be rich as a result of this redeveloped prize fund, and it won’t be the people buying the tickets.
Note to my lottery syndicate members … We need to talk.
Wow!
I actually wrote this on a Sunday for once, about half hour before posting. I wonder what I should do for the rest of the day. Shall I check the weather on my phone and see if it’s worth going out?
Partly sunny. At least it’s not fog.
Cheers.
Nick
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