Time for a change... not quite.

  New Toy

    Since being bought a tablet for my birthday from the family in the UK, I've been looking at apps to use for blogging. I was getting quite disappointed with the reviews I've been reading, and as for some strange reason I am not able to get the official Blogger app from Google, I gave Blog away a try, despite some adverse reviews.
    The result?  Well, I have so far managed to suss out most of it. I'd like to be able to add HTML formatting, and a help section would come in handy for first time users, but other than that, I'm happy so far.

    What's wrong with this picture...
    A jhadist 'hate preacher' makes a human rights claim, paid for, no doubt, with legal aid, to prevent his deportation because his wife speaks no English.
   Yet our government can consider legislation to deny millions their human rights by banning smoking. Will there be, I wonder, claims allowed, paid for by legal aid, against this?...... I think not.

  MH370
     Much is being made of the search for the plane and many resources are being targetted in the recovery effort, all power to them and good luck. I wonder if behind the scenes research is being carried out to add a GPS locator to the black boxes that will transmit coordinates from greater depth and for longer periods.

  Kate Bush return.
     Kate bush returns to perform after 35 years! And tickets sell out in 7 minutes.
Nuff said.

  First beach walk.
      I thought to take a walk along the beach path on the way to work this morning, it was a bit windy, but pleasant. Always a giggle when holidaymakers at the big hotels, sunbathing on the beach or in the gardens give you a funny look because you're wearing jeans and a jacket. When a good portion of the year is in the high 30's/low 40's C. 17C is not that warm. But if you live in Russia, where a lot of our visitors live, 17C  must seem quite warm. I have a little smile when I see them swimming in the sea. Brrrr, far too cold just yet.

    Daily Mail Fail.
      I 'read' the Mail online every day, quite why I'm not sure, maybe 'cause I'm tight and it's free, but I'm constantly amazed by their sensationalism. An article today was about Samantha Cameron's step-brother having a laugh by wearing a dress while on a night out. Many years ago, a mate of mine was told he couldn't get into a club because he was wearing jeans. He did not more than walk back to the other bar and borrowed a 'little black dress' from a girl friend of ours, put it on and returned to the club entrance. The doormen, when they had stopped laughing, had no option but to let him enter, but with the caveat that he could not change whilst inside. We all had one of the best and funniest times that night, and not a papparatzi in sight.
       Does this mean that just because the guy has the Prime Minister for his brother-in-law he can't have a life.
       Get your acts together papps, this is not news, this is intrusion and you're out of control.

Admonishments for sloth

It occurred to me recently that I've been seriously neglecting my blog.
No excuses... Several reasons, but no excuses!  The bottom line... I've been lazy, and I've allowed other things to get in the way.
  But I'm back.

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     It seems things have taken a turn for the worst in the UK, in the six or so months that I've been neglecting my blog. It would appear now that it is extremely dangerous to touch, or speak to any other person without running the risk of some kind of legal ramifications.
     A few 'celebs' and a couple of politico's have been accused of  'historical offences' since the Saville enquiry, and I'm not sure in my mind if they are entirely justified.
     Now I'm not lucky enough to have been blessed with good looks, or loads of money, or fame, but it seems that if you have one or more of the above, you have to be extremely careful who you speak to, and, having decided that you are relatively safe, you have to stand several feet away with your hands firmly in your pockets so as not to be accused of any kind of assault, be it sexual or otherwise.
    I am no fan of Lord Rennard, in fact I'd never even heard of him until that particular story broke in the tabloid (and sensationalist) press, but having read the various articles associated with that tale, I cannot fathom why such a fuss is being made, unless there are hidden depths to the story.
    It also transpires that some several members of the public of an age (around their mid to late fifties) suddenly have total recall of their younger life forty-odd years ago, and can remember, in graphic detail, how they were manhandled, or 'assaulted' by certain celebs. Now I'm of a similar age, fast approaching 60, and I can no more tell you where I was and what happened when I was 15, than I can tell what will happen in ten days time. So how is it, unless these 'victims' have total recall, that they suddenly remember, in detail what happened in the seventies.
     It must also occur to others of my age, both male and female, how easy it was to make yourself look much older, particularly fifteen year old girls, with make up and correct dressing.
     Maybe it's cynical of me, but I can't help thinking that just maybe these girls and boys were a little provocative at the time, and now see their  'fifteen minutes of fame' looming.
     It would be a shame for careers, and even a life, to be destroyed because of that.

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     So, the 'big six' energy  companies in the UK are in trouble again because of their exorbitant profits. No surprise really, but by my somewhat old fashioned standards, they shouldn't show any profit above that needed for infrastructure maintenance and improvement.
That's what you get for privatizing what should be a publicly owned service.
   

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