Have you seen what people are allowed to say on the Internet? Practically anything -that’s what! People seem to think that any old rubbish they spout should be instantly posted on line for an incredulous World to see… So I’m having some of that!
From now on all my maturer thoughts are going global – it’s time somebody with a cool head was listened too. I am sure my good sense and forthright ideas will be universally acknowledged for the saving grace of mankind I have always thought them to be.
Of course I learned to type at the Woman’s Institute after the Falklands War, but operating Mitzi’s laptop is quite a learning curve. On the downside there are lots of functions to learn and no reassuring bell ringing at the end of another successful line of thought. On the plus side I don’t need pots of Tippex and the keys don’t keep getting stuck. I’m sure I will get the hang og it sooxxxx9we45555.
Just a little joke there…. I know where the back button is!
Ginger Bork was on the blower this morning. It turns out Pomeroy’s are now doing take-away gargle blaster, so I put my best foot forward pretty sharply…
When I arrive there’s a queue! It’s worse than a Lord’s Test Match bar during a rain-break. And everyone is standing 6 feet apart to avoid breathing in the blight. It’s all quite civilised really. I’ve stopped counting the number of times I’ve been in a line at the cricket and some over-indulged spectator has thrown up on my shoes… No chance of that here and after 20 minutes having a pleasant shouting match with my ‘neighbours’ on the pavement, I’m through the door and old Norman of blessed service is beaming up at me like a vicar during the second coming.
The whole thing goes off without a hitch, 12 bottles of firewater and a dozen more of vino collapeso, and a small bottle of tonic – which he will even arrange to deliver – until I mention he could have some sort of queue jumping scheme for his regulars to shorten the waiting time. He ripostes with a comment about me settling my outstanding bill, so I call it quits and we bid each other good-day. Settling my affairs indeed? Doesn’t he know we are in the grip of unprescendented emergency? He didn’t have any lemons either…. Strange times indeed!
Bulk and The Devil 