2 July
Last night I finished reading Peter James novel The Truth. The ending came as a complete
surprise to me. Yes, of course, I knew that there wasn’t many pages left; what
caught me was the way James tied up the ending. The last few pages were about
how the victims were getting on with their lives. The thrust of novel is based
around the occult and its way of creeping in to the lives of the innocent and
the effect that it has on them. I already knew about this anyway because of my
reading in the late 1960s, but this is first such novel I have read along those
lines for many years now. Whatever, I enjoyed in and I would recommend it.
There was a letter a recent issue of Writing Magazine that really got me. A
lass is trying to write but is being knocked back all the time, not by agents
or magazines but by her friends and family. The reason for this is that she is
dyslexic and they just won’t give the chance to show what she can do. The
result is that she is now feeling very low over it. I wish that people would not
do this, I really do. At age 11 I went through it at school when I tried the
old 11+ exam, and failed. I was written off at that point. My one regret now is
that I can’t go and wave my honours degree certificate under the noses of those
teachers to show them how wrong they were! Anyway, I’ve sent off an email to
the mag in reply to letter and I hope it helps the writer concerned.
We did a charity shop run yesterday afternoon and took
two boxes of DVDs to Warwickshire Air Ambulance shop in the town centre. Next
door is one of those pawn shops so I asked in there once how much they gave for
DVDs; 10p was all they are offering. That’s not worth effort so the sir
ambulance shop got them instead. From there we went round the corner to the
Willy White where I had a really nice sirloin steak and Jan had a strawberry sundae
thing. For there we headed back home but called into the Anker for a pint on the
way.
Now, this may seem all rather boring and mundane, but
in fact I had planned it that way so that we could get home in time for BBC
News at 7.30pm. But guess what? The stupid footy overran and the News was
delayed even further. And it’s not just for the footy is it? Oh no … Last week
we recorded the first of a two parter about cops under pressure of lack of
funds. The second part was on Monday evening. And yet it didn’t go ahead did
it, why cos the sodding tennis!
The BEEB just don’t care about the majority of their
viewers at all. I’ve lost count of the number of time others have complained
about the sports coverage only to be told that they cater for the majority, not
the minority of viewers. I would suggest they have got that wrong, very wrong!
Look the numbers of people attending games when played and take that number
from the population figure and see who the majority are. Anyway …
A photo for today …
A rough sleeper in London.
And today’s funny …
A guy
walked into a bar and ordered a drink, then leaned over to the guy next to
him and asked, “Want to hear an accountant joke?” The guy next to him replied,
“Well, before you tell that joke, you should know that I’m 6 feet
tall, 190 pounds, and I’m an accountant. And the guy sitting next to me is
6’2″ tall, 210 pounds, and he’s also an accountant. Now, do you still want to
tell that joke?” The first guy laughs, “No, I don’t want to have to explain it
two times.”
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