And Then We’re Not Even Close...

Not even close to wot? Well, hot on the heels of the disadvantaged octopus menu, and going by wot’s below, it would seem we’ve a ways to go yet, and heavens knows wot’s next, before we arrive at peak lunacy – if ever. Read this and weep/laugh your socks off then do the clicky on this to read the lot – although there’s really not a lot. Anyhoo, it’s a wind-up, right? Please, oh please let it be a wind-up and if it is, it’s a beauty. But if it’s not a wind-up...
  “Students at the University of Bristol are being offered squares of bubble wrap to help them cope with stress.
   The 'stress-relief packs' have been offered to students on campus to help them combat the strain of the January exam period...
   ...Instructions on each packet state: "For immediate stress relief, pop three capsules every four to six hours, or as needed."
   Despite the well-intentioned move to tackle students' fears, some at the university have raised questions about the bubble wrap therapy approach and its potential to cause unnecessary plastic waste...”

Quote;  Lily Tomlin.

“Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it.”

And Then, A Close Call...

I may not pop in here for a couple of days as I now find I have stuff to do. And that stuff would be?

Well, this morning I had a small job to do that required the removal of a couple of screws. Upon doing wot had to be done, I replaced the screws. Guess wot. Last screw, possibly turned in one more turn than required for removal, resulted in a bang, a flash and a house devoid of electrickery as I must’ve hit a cable.

This was confirmed by my little nest of vipers calling supportively from the kitchen, “Wot you done gone break now?” Okay, the house was dead but wot about me? First thing I did was check I wasn’t looking down at myself. Okay so far. I then confirmed I could still touch and move objects. Lastly, I called to the kitchen, “I done do nothing. Must’ve been you.” This got much the expected reply so I came to the happy - and lucky - conclusion that I was, indeed, still here. Happy daze!

After checking all fuses and finding all to be good, I reset the breakers and all proved okay. However, my little brain refuses to rest and I can’t leave it at that and need to find wot I ran into in the wall as it’s far away from any sockets or switches. I’d like to know where it’s coming from, where it’s going to and  of course how badly damaged whatever it is is and if it’s leaking lots of electrickery.

I’ll be starting to dig into the wall tomorrow to discover wot’s wot and wot needs repairing or rerunning so if I don’t put in a show by Friday you can assume I knew even less about electrickery than the nothing that I admit to knowing.

I also have the spooky feeling that this exploration will result in a full re-decorating of the room as a small exploratory bit o’ chipping soon gets out of hand and I may well end up chasing the cable to the gates of Drax power station. Much like water pipe connection tightening...

Quote;  Thomas A. Edison.

“We will make electricity so cheap that only the rich will burn candles.”

And Then, The Brightest And Bestest...

As time passes I’m finding that my head is now in a state of almost perpetual side to side shaking motion with only the early morning coffee making time period providing a non-shaking and stable swede as once the brain in a box is booted and bright and the news appears then head shaking commences and that is it for the rest of the day.

And the latest lunacy? That would be a university with octopus on the menu for the freshers welcome dinner of course.
”An Oxford college president has demanded that octopus is removed from the menu as part of a drive to make disadvantaged students feel more “comfortable”.
Disadvantaged how? Because they’ve only got two arms and not eight? Because they can’t squirt ink or breath under water? Hello?
”...after receiving a complaint from a first-year student about an octopus terrine dish, she instructed Somerville’s catering staff to replace it with a less adventurous alternative.”
And the salient word there? ‘A’.  A complaint from A student thus implying one complaint from one student. So much for that youthful sense of adventure eh?  You can read the little wot’s not ‘walled’ here.

In a sane world this kid would’ve been told they should consider him/her/itself privileged to have ‘won’ a place to a top university and was also lucky to be given the chance to try octopus; try it and if you don’t like it, forget it. How hard is that then?

And these are the smart ones who want to be masters of the world. A world where absolutely anything and everything is now game to complain about with a frighteningly good chance of that complaint being bounced into action.

From down here I have to wonder at this privileged education system where kids can feast for free on a menu featuring a starter of octopus while I languish down here on  a menu of a tenth of a sausage and one and a half eggs per week as prescribed by the resultant product of same said privileged education system.

Quote;  George Carlin.

“I don’t eat lobsters, shrimp, or crawfish because I don’t eat anything that looks like I should step on it.”