Friday Frivolities
Good News (& Fluff)
Last month I wrote about a Moroccan family who'd had to live in a public toilet for seven years, only to be evicted & the toilet concreted up. Turns out a lot of people were concerned about this. So concerned that they sent money & the family is now renting a flat (with electricity, water & a toilet) & is hoping to buy their own house. As the slogan says, "One person may not be able to change the world, but I can change the world for one person." Or even a whole family. You never know, with all the adverse publicity the Moroccan government may even do something themselves. Or they mightn't. At least this family has a decent home now.
Fluff (in comparison). There's another DAB digital radio ad on. What's so wonderful about Digital? We have a digibox thingy with our TV. So now we have access to goodness knows how many more channels, Freeview. Which is great, except that so often there's nothing we want to watch on any of them. Then, once you stray from the BBC's four channels, it's ads, ads, ads, every fifteen-twenty minutes. Which is ok if it's a long film & you desperately need a 'comfort break', otherwise it's a complete nuisance! OK, so the picture quality is better, soooooo much better for BBC2 - EXCEPT when traffic goes past outside. Then (whaever channel) the digits go haywire, which can be a real pain if a seminal moment of dialogue occurs . Even a passing mopeds mucks the whole thing up for a few seconds. Based on which experience I am asking - what's so marvellous about Digital Radio? At least the old steam set we have doesn't give up the ghost every time something goes past. & as we live on a corner that's quite often.
I know, I know, Darfur, Somalia, Zimbabwe, the earthquake (early this morning) in Mexico, floods in India & Bangladesh, floods in the Midlands & Yorkshire - & I'm squinnying about passing traffic disturbing the TV picture. Sorry, Dear Readers, I shall go peg out the washing, once it lands!
While we're on slightly less than serious subjects - a woman came second in a cake-baking competition. Then she discovered she was the only entrant. Which, if you read the article, is an improvement on the last time she entered such a competition. How might my culinary skills stand up? Dunno. It's ages since I've baked anything. Well, there's only me & H here now & I'd be the one eating most of it. S made the Christmas cake last year - & very excellent it was too. Hmmm, maybe he should enter the baking comp. Maybe he should get some time away from work first? Actually D used to be the dab hand with baking. Her bread rose really well, & her cakes were good too.
I'm not sure whether this is fluff, or what, but Boris Johnson has been proposed as Mayor of London. By David Cameron, no less. Not sure whether to laugh or cry. I mean, whatever your view of the current mayor, Ken Livingstone, he does seem to try to run London for the benefit of the majority of Londoners. Reactions to Mr Johnsons proposed candidacy, meanwhile, vary between "You cannot be serious!", via shock horror, "Well if this is what David Cameron really thinks about Londond . . . ", to "I'd vote for him, I could do with a laugh" and generally rolling about on the floor laughing.
There is one opinion that 'Buffoon Boris' is but an act, concealing an incisive, politically astute mind. Well, all things are possible. In the absence of further evidence I would merely warn voters in London that an apparent buffoon was elected elsewhere. He invaded Iraq. Well, either he did or his cronies steered him in that direction, and what cronies!
There now, washing out, time to visit the library & change my books. Y'all have a good day now!
Last month I wrote about a Moroccan family who'd had to live in a public toilet for seven years, only to be evicted & the toilet concreted up. Turns out a lot of people were concerned about this. So concerned that they sent money & the family is now renting a flat (with electricity, water & a toilet) & is hoping to buy their own house. As the slogan says, "One person may not be able to change the world, but I can change the world for one person." Or even a whole family. You never know, with all the adverse publicity the Moroccan government may even do something themselves. Or they mightn't. At least this family has a decent home now.
Fluff (in comparison). There's another DAB digital radio ad on. What's so wonderful about Digital? We have a digibox thingy with our TV. So now we have access to goodness knows how many more channels, Freeview. Which is great, except that so often there's nothing we want to watch on any of them. Then, once you stray from the BBC's four channels, it's ads, ads, ads, every fifteen-twenty minutes. Which is ok if it's a long film & you desperately need a 'comfort break', otherwise it's a complete nuisance! OK, so the picture quality is better, soooooo much better for BBC2 - EXCEPT when traffic goes past outside. Then (whaever channel) the digits go haywire, which can be a real pain if a seminal moment of dialogue occurs . Even a passing mopeds mucks the whole thing up for a few seconds. Based on which experience I am asking - what's so marvellous about Digital Radio? At least the old steam set we have doesn't give up the ghost every time something goes past. & as we live on a corner that's quite often.
I know, I know, Darfur, Somalia, Zimbabwe, the earthquake (early this morning) in Mexico, floods in India & Bangladesh, floods in the Midlands & Yorkshire - & I'm squinnying about passing traffic disturbing the TV picture. Sorry, Dear Readers, I shall go peg out the washing, once it lands!
While we're on slightly less than serious subjects - a woman came second in a cake-baking competition. Then she discovered she was the only entrant. Which, if you read the article, is an improvement on the last time she entered such a competition. How might my culinary skills stand up? Dunno. It's ages since I've baked anything. Well, there's only me & H here now & I'd be the one eating most of it. S made the Christmas cake last year - & very excellent it was too. Hmmm, maybe he should enter the baking comp. Maybe he should get some time away from work first? Actually D used to be the dab hand with baking. Her bread rose really well, & her cakes were good too.
I'm not sure whether this is fluff, or what, but Boris Johnson has been proposed as Mayor of London. By David Cameron, no less. Not sure whether to laugh or cry. I mean, whatever your view of the current mayor, Ken Livingstone, he does seem to try to run London for the benefit of the majority of Londoners. Reactions to Mr Johnsons proposed candidacy, meanwhile, vary between "You cannot be serious!", via shock horror, "Well if this is what David Cameron really thinks about Londond . . . ", to "I'd vote for him, I could do with a laugh" and generally rolling about on the floor laughing.
There is one opinion that 'Buffoon Boris' is but an act, concealing an incisive, politically astute mind. Well, all things are possible. In the absence of further evidence I would merely warn voters in London that an apparent buffoon was elected elsewhere. He invaded Iraq. Well, either he did or his cronies steered him in that direction, and what cronies!
There now, washing out, time to visit the library & change my books. Y'all have a good day now!