Saturday, 13 August 2011

Let Us Sit Upon The Carpet And Tell Sad Stories

I’m still around in case you were wondering.

I spent last Friday to Wednesday acting as de-facto carer for my Grandmother, as the hospital turfed her out on the Friday bed clearing exercise and her [Don’t] Care Manager flat out lied to me that everything was in place for her to return home. (It wasn’t, hence my sojourn in Orpington)

So I was without internets for possibly the most exciting 4 days of the year and in any case I can’t add to all the millions of words that have already been written about the so called ‘riots’ ( Am I the only one annoyed they are described as ‘riots’ when they were just robberies with violence over a wide area).

The rest of the time has been spent applying for the available jobs out there, most of which due either to age or far too much experience I won’t even get a response from.

That being the case, everything I’ve tried to write has, to me, turned out self pitying and whiney, so not wishing to subject you to that, I’d rather remain silent, read my FeedDemon blog reader and comment where I can. Oh, and play Hash Tag games on Twitter.

I met a Koala once

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9 comments:

  1. " Am I the only one annoyed they are described as ‘riots’ when they were just robberies with violence over a wide area..."

    Indeed. The first, initial disturbance of the shooting of the late, totally unlamented by anyone who matters Duggan could quite legitimately be called a riot.

    And if the cops had quelled that there and then, it wouldn't have spread.

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  2. Thank you for not saying koala bear.

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  3. Much sympathy, Cat, and relief that your silence while the rest of us were pontificating at length didn't mean you were under a pile of rubble somewhere.

    From what I've seen of those in Social Services Care (a misnomer hat-trick if ever there was one) for the elderly, they were probably all happily glued to the live riot coverage with coffee and biscuits until it died down on Wednesday and they had no more excuses to avoid sorting things out.

    Come to think of it, I'm willing to bet more than a few of those charged with the smooth running of the welfare state were doing the same.

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  4. The rest of the time has been spent applying for the available jobs out there, most of which due either to age or far too much experience I won’t even get a response from.

    We're in the same club.

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  5. And also, I've privatised my blog. THE MAN has been sticking it to the little people too much for me to remain publicly restrained. Please let me know via the usual channels which email address to send your invite to.

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  6. On a lighter note, may I offer a caption for your picture?

    The koala (funny how they always look as if they're wondering whether they left the gas on) is actually saying,

    "Strewth! I thought you said I was going to meet Michaela Strachan!"

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  7. @Macheath :)

    At least it wasn't

    "Strewth that Chris Packam's really let himself go! "

    As for the Koala perpetually bemused expression, it is believed to be the only animal on earth (apart from politicians) whose brain has actually got smaller

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  8. it is believed to be the only animal on earth whose brain has actually got smaller

    You're not kidding!

    ...'the brain's two cerebral hemispheres are like "a pair of shrivelled walnut halves on top of the brain stem, in contact neither with each other nor the bones of the skull'

    I remember hangovers like that from my mis-spent youth.

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  9. @Macheath I used to have hangovers like that from drinking bitter.

    Until I changed to lager in my early 20's and now latterly Guinness. ( I would still drink lager, but unfortunately draft Becks never caught on and the bottles are just too expensive to drink in a pub)

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