Monday 22 August 2011

Where to start?


I wrote this one below before the riots but didn’t get round to putting it up. I will be putting in my two penn'orth about those in due course – but in the meantime, here is the ‘pre riot’ reflection’………

Damn, I just don’t know where to start with this blog. Shall I review some books? I am reading voraciously but not feeling much more enlightened. Maybe will by the time I have got through the tome on the roots of Murdock, yes, sic, I don’t care to give him the courtesy of good spelling.

TV? Still too addicted to CSI. Why oh why can we not get them down to a few ‘unexplained’ deaths round here. They are the new Lone Rangers of the airwaves. Fictional y’see. (I have been reminded on occasion that their high tech methods are in the realms of science fiction. Damn and I thought it was all so real.)

The state of the nation? Cost of living goes up by the minute but hurrah for Boris for recommending that the 50p tax rate is too much for the bleeding rich. Not a squeak about the bankers getting their fat bonuses. Again. Oh and why are we fining British Gas  (£3 million A DAY profit) for being incompetent; could they not have been forced to reduce their charges instead?? Doubt that £2.5 million will even dent their lunch budget.

My disgust at the government trying to make me work two more years than the four extra I already had added on to my ‘time’? I don’t want to work any more, pay more for my pension, contribute more tax for other peoples’ bonuses. Does that make me sound lazy? Why have I not found a new business plan or exciting alternative to work? I have not been paying sufficient attention to all those twittered punchy quotes about being eternally positive. Goes in one ear and then they go out………

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5q_EBNUTH8&feature=BF&list=ULH-xNa9NJj54&index=13

Or the horror of the latest atrocity fighting for air space with the passing of a pop icon? And do not get me started on the murderoch miscegenation of PPP – press/politicians/police. Still that’s all by the by, the media are on to blanket Olympics coverage now – trying to get us more jolly I expect. Not getting far with me though - I now have to pay three times as much as before for my parking permit and have to have three bins outside my house, colour coded.

Summer holidays and the screeching strangled amplified muzak of the icecream vans is upon us. Still ‘Raindrops keep falling on my head’. Why not ‘Riding For A Fall’ by Horace Andy, I ask myself.

I am well past 50 and qualify fully for grumpy old woman status. I like sitting in the garden admiring flowers and birds tweeting. (As in singing: they are on trees, not online, yet……….)

Yes it has come to this…everything in the garden is just lovely.