Interesting for starters because of the fact that you’re probably wondering what happened to Day 238, part 1.
Well, paradoxically, while that’s written and saved on the back end of the blog right here, I haven’t published it yet, because it could be detrimental to events in real life and so I’m saving it until everything is done, dusted and… and… something else beginning with D.
I’ll let you know.
You may remember that I was struggling a little yesterday having endured a night of insomnia. Well, I took a little tablet last night and slept very soundly indeed, thank you very much. Less good were the continued effects of the dosage until about 11 this morning, because I had a real day to get through. Still, it appears that I have managed to survive and the afternoon even went rather well. There’s big news that I can’t quite share yet.
I know – that’s already two things I can’t tell you about, which is a bit crap. There might be more than two, but I can’t recall very much about this morning, I’m afraid.
We’ll get there, I promise.
Sadly, given the trials and tribulations of the last few days, I haven’t really got around to checking in on the latest on the virus or the local (or even international) news. I have a vaccine post planned for the near future and after today’s events (see above) (or rather don’t) there’s suddenly every chance that I might now have the time to write it.
Right, enough of this cryptic crap. Let’s see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully something rather better and more entertaining than this drivel. Thanks for staying with it this long. Or commiserations – whichever.
When there’s not much serious news around (or maybe when there is, but you can’t bring yourself to face up to it (see the opening lines of yesterday’s post)), you end up getting stories like this:
I have to say that for this to have made the national press in the UK, someone must have been trying very hard (no pun intended) to avoid anything to do with politics, the economy or ISIS, because it only really looks a bit like a PENIS. In my humble opinion, anyway. Limited experience. And stuff. Perhaps see a doctor if yours looks like that. I dunno. We move on.
Of course, Cape Town is far less racy than Northampton. No news site here is going to share images of cuts of meat which vaguely resemble male genitalia. No, when we’re avoiding real issues, we talk about the stiff breeze blowing through the Mother City yesterday, with what might just be the biggest non-“news” story ever:
Some people come to Cape Town CBD. It’s rather windy. They’d rather it wasn’t. Soon it won’t be.
Behold the excitement.
It’s almost enough to drive you back to all the dramas of the real world. Maybe that’s the idea.
Meanwhile in the Isle of Man… Things move slowly here. It’s like Cape Town slow and then some. Let me enlighten you as to the current to story over here on the IOMtoday website:
Police are requesting for information regarding an assault which occurred in Willaston at around 11:30pm on Saturday.
Officers want to speak with a man who is described as being in his early 20s, about 6ft in height, with light brown/blond hair in a messy style and is missing both two upper front teeth. He was wearing light blue denim jeans and shirt at the time.
Anyone with information as to the man’s identity is asked to contact Douglas police headquarters on 631212 or call Isle of Man Crimestoppers on 0800 555111.
The Cape Town connection in that description wasn’t lost on me. The only thing they don’t state is whether the teeth were present before the incident in question. I’m also well aware that I am about 6ft in height (bit more actually) with light brown/blond hair in a messy style. Having just checked, however, my teeth are intact.