Hello again iiwiiers
News reached us this week on the music world, exciting news. The bass player out of Dire Straits brought us news that the other, main one out of Dire Straits doesn't want to reform Dire Straits. But he does. And has a new album out next week. He said 'revealed' all this at the Hay Literary Festival. I can see some great opportunities there, perhaps I'll get myself booked for next year's Hay. I just need to come out with something equally newsworthy. Perhaps that the USA doesn't want to make me president, even that I've offered, and by the way It Is What It Is will be published next week as usual. That's just brainstorming, I can probably come up with something better by then, I've got almost a year.
I forgot to tell you, I made a bed the other day. Well, assembled. But it's still pretty impressive. It presented little challenge, they're not making flat packs the way they used to. Whatever happened to wondering if you should force that thing a little harder, and ending up making a new hole where there isn't one although the story seems to be that there should be? A small sample size, admittedly. But so what, it's only the internet, it doesn't have to be based on any evidence at all, and I've got a wee bit so I'm above reproach.
We also heard splendid news from our friend Mr. Putin. People who say he imposes his will with a rod of iron are looking pretty stupid now. For even though he doesn't want people to name streets after him and put up statues of him all muscley with the inscription 'Dear Leader' and things like that he has sworn not to put any pressure on people not to do it if they want to. Who said that he cannot tolerate dissent? Western imperialists, probably.
That's my big pile down to eight hundred and forty0nine items now. At this rate I'll get through it in - ruddy heck, less than three weeks. Still rather a lot. Even if I keep it up. But I'm not doing it any more for now, I've got suckered into the ruddy television. I suppose I could turn it off. Bah. How much more of this is left? Fifty-two minutes. Hmmm. Ruddy BBC, no adverts. No escape for now. Yeah, I could turn it off. But I'm enjoying it a little. Well, that's where my evening went. I'm exaggerating, to be honest. I've written this, for one thing. But no more for now.
see you around
Film Of The Day: The Servant