Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 12 November 2016
Tune in, turn on and drop out
An old friend has got in touch with me after two years back in the USA, because... you know why.
He looks like a Republican, he has the job of a Republican, he has the same somewhat negative attitude to the entire race of Arabs as most Republicans do, but he voted for Obama the last time and his Secretary of State this time.
He asked how things were going in the pub, and I related the story of how I came within an inch of being killed by the 6' 5" psychopath who thinks I have some sort of sexual intentions toward his young girlfriend. I think that will make him laugh, once he has got his head around it and believes me, and - let's face it - we all need something to laugh about right now, especially in the States.
They have begun to put up the parking restrictions for tommorrow's Remembrance Day march through the city, and the march will go under the unlit Christmas decorations which have been up for over a month now. A few hours after the last bang of the cannon which marks the end of the two-minute silence, some boy-band will turn them on and we can all laugh again without any feelings of guilt. This year it will be hysterical laughter.
The stress is beginning to tell on everyone, everywhere right now, and yesterday, the manager who is technically responsible for my safety and good behaviour on site, cleared his office and drove away, never to return. His predecessor of a year ago killed himself, so I heard on the grapevine. I liked him. He was a nice man.
I have found myself wondering if I should buy an old telephone which will work if there is a grid power-cut recently, as my iPhone will not last more than a few hours between charges.
When I go to bed, I like to turn the phone off and be out of communication when I sleep, but when I did that with the iPhone, it used up the remaining 40% of power anyway, and was dead when I tried to turn it on next morning. So what I have to do is charge the phone every night, and when the phone is charging it turns itself on, and I like to be in the same room as a device is charging in case it explodes. Maybe I should use one of those villages near here where they can get no signal at all, as a dormitory town?
I am beginning to admire H.I. for not using a mobile for all these years and I hope she will not regret diving straight into the world of smartphones - once hers is unlocked...
That 1960s Baby-Boomer title - oh the irony of it.