A snapshot of Twitter this morning.
This is always quite a difficult one to comment on, and can often cause people to be upset or annoyed towards me. Well, there we go. It’s about how people react when someone in the public eye dies. Mostly I suppose when someone nice in the public eye dies.
Of course this morning I’m making reference to Nelson Mandela, who died last night at a grand old age. Not only was he really old, he was really ill and had been really ill for ages. To be honest, it’s probably for the best that he’s gone – it appeared he’d been really ill, couldn’t speak for all the tubes in his mouth, was incapable of doing anything other than exist and it must have been tortuous for his family to see him like that. I’m happy to say it – I’m glad he’s died. I’m always glad when someone who’s so ill and incapacitated dies, when they’ve no chance of recovery. It seems so bleak to say it, but not as bleak as it would be to live that kind of existence. Continue reading
Self serving idiot.
Don’t worry, I’m not starting to get all political on you, it’s just that this morning I was reminded about the post I wrote a couple of days ago, which you can find here:
where I waffled and didn’t make much sense about why I’m turned off by politics. This was added to this morning on an almost identical little car journey and listening again to Radio 4. I’m not sure why I only ever listen in the morning, I bet there’s loads of good stuff at other times of day; in the morning it’s usually just misery and bad news. As hard as it may be for you to accept it, that’s not really what I like.
So today, apparently, there’s something budgety happening. It’s not the budget, it’s another mini budget, just to pile financial misery on people shortly before Christmas. Thanks, government. Again, the news was reporting on news which hasn’t happened yet, which is as annoying to me as the last time I mentioned it. Here, news people, why don’t you tell us what’s actually happened, then when something else happens, tell us about it then, rather than wasting twenty minutes of our lives talking about something which hasn’t happened and may not happen at all. Thanks. Continue reading
Too much to ask?
I’m a precious little thing really. I might come across as, well, I’m not sure what I might come across as, but it’s almost certainly any number of slightly negative things, coupled with a massive dose of self assurance. Any regular reader of this will know that that’s not really the case but so often people don’t realise that.
There is an element of confidence in there, but of course it’s just masking a bigger layer of whatever the opposite of confidence is. That’s it in a nutshell. At the same time I like to think that I work hard, occasionally go above and beyond the call of duty (only occasionally though!) and give a hundred percent to whatever the job in hand is. If it’s work, that’s fine because I’m getting paid. Continue reading
Don’t worry, this won’t get into have political things. I don’t know about heavy political things. In fact I’m one of those people who doesn’t get involved in political matters at all. I see other people I know commenting about it and knowing about it; even caring about it, but I just can’t engage in that way. There’s one fundamental reason for that, which I was reminded about this morning.
I’ve just been in my car, listening to Radio 4, as I do. There’s been a story on the news today about education in this country and how we haven’t climbed the global league tables for the last three years. To be honest it doesn’t seem to be that big a news story to be honest. The current government changed a few things when they came into power a few years ago and somehow those changes are expected to be reflected in some abstract league table within a very short period of time. Seems unlikely. Actually, I find those sort of things really tedious and don’t see much point in them. But that’s not the point I’m making today. Continue reading
Done a gig, didn’t I?
Oh, so I forgot to talk about my gig the other night. You know, the one I mentioned last time I did it? The one which the picture at the top here is for? No? You mean you don’t follow my every move and exactly know my diary? How dare you.
I suppose the first thing to do would be to refer to my previous post on this gig, which is to be found here:
So, after what can only be described as a staggering financial loss, I decided to do it again. Well, strictly speaking I was contractually obliged to do it again, but you know what I mean. Frankly, it’s surprising how much money you can lose on a show which can only seat sixty five people, but when things are in that London, all bets are off, pretty much.
Actually, the real reason I mention the gig today of all days (it was over a week ago, after all) is because I’m really tired, really cheesed off with what I’m doing at the moment and have had accusations of being grumpy. Yeah, I’m really fucking grumpy. I should be heading to the theatre right now, but I’m stealing a few precious minutes of time to write this to prove to you (well, to me actually) that I’m not grumpy. Continue reading
Someone get me the fucking Tippex…
The good thing about this blog (especially given the incessant nature of what I’m doing at the moment) is that if something bothers me, I just need to search for it and chances are I’ve written something about it previously. Today is a case in point. In fact I need say nothing more than that and let the words of my 2011 self speak for themselves. Suffice to say I’m a bit annoyed about this today…
Morning. My name is Pete.
Given that statement, I wonder how you’ll refer to me the next time you need to use my name? Perhaps you’ll call me Pete, given that it’s how I introduced myself to you, how I write my name, and how everybody else refers to me. No? You don’t want to refer to me in exactly the way I introduced myself? You want to take it upon yourself to assume that because I have Peter on my birth certificate, then that’s what you’ll call me? Continue reading
Well, not like it’s not allowed, more that it’s just not happening, you know?
Yes, on reflection, this one hundred and five posts in one hundred and five days hadn’t really taken into account this week, or next week, or more specifically this weekend. To say things are rather busy would be a catastrophic understatement, but hey, when am I not moaning about being too busy?
One of the most significant consequences of this schedule is my current running situation. Not only do I not really have anywhere to stay, I don’t have anywhere to wash clothes, I don’t have anywhere to dry clothes, I don’t have any routes to run, I certainly don’t have any time to solve any of those problems and I’ll incredibly tired. Did I mention I was tired? Continue reading