ABROAD.
Another insane atrocity.
In Nice
a madman deliberately drives a lorry at hundreds of innocents
celebrating Bastille Day.
Where and what next?
We can only express
sympathy with those who suffered it, decry Isis (the twisted
religious outcasts who claimed 'credit' for it - well they would,
wouldn't they) and wonder how and when it will all end. Sadly,
there's nothing more we can do. Murderous lunatics abound and France
has had more than its fair share of them in recent times. We can but
stay alert.
Most antisocial acts of lunacy carried out by individuals
and small groups are precisely that. They are not master plans devised
by the head of any cult of religious sociopaths, whether they think
they are 'true' Muslims or 'true' anything else, including
Christians.
And they are not the reason we need a nuclear deterrent:
though plenty of warmongers in this country would like us to see
every conceivable threat as requiring one. Christ almighty! We are
sixteen years into the twenty first century! Can nobody conjure up an
iota of sanity?
HOME.
A new government.
Same meat - different gravy.
Yet more broken promises?
CLOSER TO HOME.
One of Mauren's nephews, Phil (Philip Butler), a thoroughly nice bloke, was recently admitted
to Queen Alexandra Hospital, Cosham, Portsmouth, for major surgery. In my young days the Q.A. was a military hospital; now it is probably
the most badly sited regional hospital in the south of England,
particularly for people who live, as Phil and his family do, in the
Gosport area.
On the bright side, we are happy in the knowledge that
the operation was successful and that Phil, cheerful and full of
optimism, was discharged yesterday.
A
swift and full recovery to you, buddy. We still think of you and
your brother, Steve, as "the boys." Shows our age, doesn't it.
EVEN CLOSER TO HOME.
Daughter Roz, our youngest - who had a knee replacement some weeks
back - has been in hospital again (St. Mary's, Newport I.W.), this
time for keyhole surgery on the other knee. Her surgeon did a fine
job in both cases and she, thank him and the gods, is progressing well.
The NHS has its
detractors but what would we do without it?
TELEVISION.
Repeats.
You
don't need foul weather to remind you that summer is here. Just look
at the schedules. Even the newer films are being shown on television
for the second, and even third, time.
Some programmes are worth
watching again, of course, but many were never worth watching in the
first place.
The cat Shadow constantly reminds me that everything I
detested on the box ten years ago is still going strong. He sleeps
through the lot without fear or favour.
This year he even slept
through Andy Murray's Wimbledon win.
"Why not?" he said
afterwards."He's done it before." Which was a
cat-like dig, but I suppose he was right. It was a sort of repeat.
One worth the watching, though, eh?
Think I'll finish on that happy
note.
And
a reminder, if only to myself, of the way this
Watching The
Detectives lark started. It began:
WEDNESDAY, JULY 26, 2006
1. The
Oldies
Where
has that ten years gone?
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