Fake news, what is it I wonder? I’ve just been looking at the MSN
homepage and one item caught my attention for the silliness of the headline; ‘Do
you live close to a busy road? You could be at risk of Alzheimer’s.’ It seems
today that whatever you do you are likely, or could develop some illness or
other. I know, why don’t we all live in cotton wool shrouds, stay at home
sitting on the floor in the freezing cold and without any lights. Oh, no, that
won’t work will it? We could become diffy in Vitamin D and might get rickets from
it. That’s if we managed to live that long that is seeing as drinking water is
dangerous and cooking food could set our shrouds on fire. Needless to say, I
didn’t bother reading that one.
Yesterday was the 50 year anniversary of the death of Donald Campbell on
Conistone Water. There aren’t that many men of adventure like him about these
days, health and safety laws have put a stop to those types of fun and games.
Well, at least here in the UK it has. Bloody busybodies get everywhere these
days. At least abroad those that wish to can get off the beaten track do things
some of can only dream of doing. There’s a guy who took a film crew with him
when he trekked across Central America. At one point he passed through an area
controlled by a drugs cartel and the cops came in to stop and escort him. The
cartel is known for killing outright or kidnapping people for ransom. It’s not
a trek I would consider but if he wants to do it, fine, let him get on with it.
Health and safety – a term that should come with a health warning of its
own. It makes me smile at times though. Like the time I went into Barclays bank
here in town during a time when they remained open while major alterations were
being made around the customer areas. There were the contractors, all wearing
hard hats and hi-vis vests; and beside them were the bank staff and customers
with no protection at all. How silly can things get? These people are what my
dad used to call educated idiots, he was right too wasn’t he.
Brexit is running into all kinds of trouble again. You won’t need me to
tell that the chief negotiator has resigned over the issue. But hang on a mo,
did he resign over Brexit itself? Not from what I understand from the reports I’ve
read and heard. No, he resigned because the PM and her cronies don’t have an
idea what they should be doing and have cut him out of the process of making a
plan. I can understand that you know; he is the man who is supposed to sit down
with the rest of the EU ambassadors and work a deal that’s good for us. How can
he do that without any clear ideas or any set targets. You have to include such
a man in your planning meetings. After all, he is the one who knows how the EU
works better than any minister. So why has Tittering Terry cut him out? I’m
wondering if it would have been any different if Daft Dave was still in power?
But that’s counter-history, something I don’t have any respect for at all. It’s
the coulda-shoulda-woulda game for even more educated idiots with too much time
and not enough common sense on their hands.
Yesterday we sat in waiting for my foot butcher to arrive at 12.30; come
1pm Jan was about to phone her so I decided to check the diary first. The
appointment is for today, yesterday. At least I got the time right. Anyway, we’re
sat here again waiting for her now.
And so it’s photo time …
Colour for sale.
Today’s funny …
Magistrate: 'But if you saw the
lady driving towards you, why didn't you give her half the road?'
Motorist: 'I was going to, Your Honour, as soon as I could find out which half