New funding

Great news on funding for the Notting Hill Carnival.

A whole pound. I’m sure that will make all the difference with those “critical public safety concerns”.

Don’t spend it all at once.

It reminded me of the story when this guy missed his jugular vein by “just” 1m.

I don’t know if it was meant to be a centimetre or a millimetre, but either way, it’s clearly not much of a story if it’s a metre, given that that is pretty much the distance from your neck at which chainsaws routinely operate.

Just like I’m not sure if that’s actually a million pounds above, but it certainly would be a story if they’d saved the Notting Hill Carnival by finding £1 of extra funding.

Of course, there’s a bit of a more serious issue here: the continuing slide in standards of journalism.

But at least it makes for decent blog fodder.

Out again?!?

Busy, busy social life.
Two nights out in a row.
Tonight being the second of them.
I know, right?

Thankfully, there’s a weekend coming up so I’ll have time to recover.

In the meantime, I’m playing a quick game of Get The Blog Post Done this afternoon, between sorting the household chores, cooking dinner for the kids (who aren’t coming along this evening), and horseriding (not me).

The local building work (as mentioned here) is continuing apace, but there are surely only so many angles that you can grind, right? How are they still cutting stuff all day, every day? Today, we have added chainsawage, with a local tree surgeon butcher on site. There is no subtlety or delicacy about what’s going on. I’ve questioned this approach before here, but I still don’t have any answers or understanding.

Each to their own. Sadly.

I’m about to do some chopping as well, but that’s carrots for the horses, and not decades-old trees.

Laters.