And Then I Repeat…

   Upon awakening to the shocking ‘news’ of the train stabbings, I’m waiting for the ‘official’ translation of the incident once the damage limitation department has it sorted and it’s blamed on a catastrophic software error on a ticket inspectors ticket punching machine.
   May I humbly repeat myself? Thank you:
  Oh to live on an island with easily protected borders An island rich in deposits of coal, natural gas and oil
thus enabling the government to ensure the population they were elected to protect and serve, can live in safety and have secure, readily available, reasonably priced energy.

Quote; A K Haart.

“This soggy word salad is merely bureaucracy, nothing to do with the world beyond the bureaucratic bubble of meetings, resolutions, agendas, posturing, announcements, brochures, discussion papers, media briefings, logos, NGOs, quangos, lectures, strident finger-wagging, virtue peddling, overseas travel and more meetings. Then even more meetings.”

And Then Up…

   Well, so, it’s been on the ‘news’ today that income tax could go up a tad. With the oft reported current cost of living crisis, every little hurts.
   Don’t those up there ever think things through? Tax up so folk will be unable to buy stuff resulting in many shops wot sell stuff not ordering new stuff to sell and possibly shutting down. Obviously, the makers of stuff will see they’re no longer selling stuff to retailers so will cut back, or stop making stuff altogether, and also possibly shutting down.
   All this will result in ever more folk unemployed and thus ever more folk that can’t afford to buy stuff.
   So round and round and down and down we go we go, eh?
   The other item making headlines is the weather round the Caribbean with winds of 185 miles per hour. I wonder if the phrase they’re dropping for the sake of drama is, ‘...strong winds with gusts of up to 185 MPH’

Quote; Tony Robbins.

“If you've got a billion dollars and you're ungrateful, you're a poor man. If you have very little but you're grateful for what you have, you're truly rich.”

And Then Ever Older…

   Whilst making the first coffee of the day and for reasons not yet fully understood, a four digit number appeared in my head. Wot’s that then thought I. Ah, it’s my tap-top Billy at the window PIN. Okay, but I’m on my second coffee now so why won’t it go away and leave me in peace?
   Intrigued, I sat ma self down, turned on the tap-top and when prompted entered the PIN in my head. Guess wot. Incorrect PIN...
   I finally got past the welcome screen using other means to be greeted with a computer I didn’t recognise. No shortcuts, none of my security kit, no Pop-Peeper and a Firefox looking like issue one with no security or bookmarks.
   After a couple of hours fumbling and stumbling with repeated attempts at the PIN I got it right and all is as it was. The PIN? I was wrong by one digit, I got it right and quickly wrote it down. But on the sad side, this is a four digit number I’ve been using twice or four times a day for the three or more years I’ve had this tap-top. Why did a wrong, by one digit, PIN take up, uninvited, early morning residence in ma old heed? And I’m only going to get older, eh?
   Other than that, a perusal of the ‘news’ is now becoming more and more like viewing a comedic horror show is it not?

Quote; Mark Twain.

“The older I get, the more clearly I remember things that never happened."