8 May
There was someone on telly yesterday who was
introduced as a ‘spoken word poet’ … yeerrr wooottt … yes, I know what you
mean. What the heck is a spoken word poet or am I missing a trick here? It
seems to me that some people have nothing better to do than to sit around and
think new names for mundane things. Street cleaners are now called cleansing
operatives. This is yet another crazy idea from Yankiedoodledandyland that we
have latched onto. What ever happened to the plain English campaign?
The Dorktown News is all hot n bovvered under the
collar over a military helicopter, probably from the Royal Navy, that landed on
a sports ground close to the Hussy Hospital. Officials at the ground have since
claimed that helicopters land there quite often at odd times and then went on
to say that the site is the official landing site for the air ambulance. Hmmm,
really? The A&E at the Hussy is not a major trauma unit so why would the
air ambulance need to land there?
And while all this is going on a convicted man from
Dorktown was recalled to prison on burglary charges but was then killed by
another inmate while he was there. I hope the general public isn’t expected to
be down in the dumps over his death! Of course, his family will be, but why
should the rest of us be depressed over it? Look at it again. He was convicted
of burglary and was recalled to prison … so he was hardly a model citizen was
he? I have a suspicion that his victims won’t be all that upset.
We’ve been watching that BBC programme about United
Utilities, the North Western water company. Most of it is OK but there are a
lot of blocked drains up there. However, one of the call centre staff they
employ came out with a comment which should make is all a tad worried. She claimed
that she didn’t know there were 365 days in a year; even her colleague working beside
her said it was worrying she didn’t know that! I wonder how many ‘O’ levels she
has and how she got them? So much for improving education standards eh?
And so to a photo …
Oranges, taken straight after
yesterday’s apples.
Funny time …
Paul was
a photographer for the Baltimore Sun, and was scheduled to fly out on a plane
to take some pictures. When he saw the runway he climbed into the first plane
he saw that had a pilot, “Hit it,” he yelled. The pilot took off, and was soon
in the air. “OK,” said Paul, “fly close to that building over there, I want to
take a few pictures.” “What do you mean?” asked the pilot. Paul looked at the
pilot and answered a little annoyed, “I need to take some pictures for the
Baltimore Sun, so please…..” There was a long pause, before the pilot
asked in a shaky voice, “you mean you’re not my pilot instructor?”
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