Hello, is anyone reading this? I know you're out there; I can hear you all breathing. Well, I shan't be on the computer long because I'm thinking of having a doze before B1 gets home from school. B2 left this morning for his Year 4 Camp excursion. His dad was going along as a parent helper, but was barfing his guts out through the night, so being the nagging wife I am, I put the kybosh on his planned drive today. Powers of the Cosmos willing, he will drive to the campsite tomorrow as it's only about one hour away.
I have been a productive little beaver, when I haven't been sick myself (yeah, I had the bug as well). I have finally made a film clip to accompany the audio of my recorded interview plugging 'Silver Studs and Sabre Teeth'. Given how technologically inept I normally am, this has made me proud. Furthermore, I even got it on You Tube. Yeah, you read that right. I've made a film clip and put it on You Tube. I cannot claim to be any type of Russell Mulcahy, but gentle reader if you go to this link you can see the fruits of my labour and listen to me prattling on: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MyrZPTEaWPk.
The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have announced another Royal Bun In The Oven. Maybe it's because I'm tired, or maybe it's because I'm a nark, but I have searched high and low and still cannot find a rat's arse to give. Don't get me wrong, I do think it's nice news for them, but I so don't want to hear commentators gushing like Old Faithful about it, which is what they have been doing all morning. I watched a breakfast television show, and there was simultaneous crossovers to four people! Count 'em, FOUR! I felt like joining in the Twitter conversation thus: married couple aged over thirty have sex and procreate - wow. The Duchess is once again suffering hyperemesis gravidarum, the poor thing. I was lucky. With my first pregnancy the worst I felt was the odd patch of queasiness on the bus en route to work, and I had a plastic bag stuffed into my handbag in case a discreet puke became necessary. I wonder will she end up being hospitalised again? Hopefully the world has learned its lesson. I do not want to hear of idiotic prank calls to overworked hospital staff. I do not want to hear of tragically flawed people ending their own lives. I do not want to hear from singers who were relevant in the Nineties for depressing the snot out of everyone with their music stating the Royals should apologise because she was in hospital for no reason he could see. Arrogant tosser (if you've forgotten or are unsure who I mean, it was Morrissey from The Smiths who went on this bilious rant when that poor woman suicided after the notorious prank call). That aggravated me the most, I think, because the Duchess didn't actively seek out getting so ill that she required hospitalisation, and - I'll type this slowly - she was not responsible for somebody else's decision. Oh, and I don't want to hear about cyber-hactivists who hide behind Guy Fawkes masks issuing threats, too. Strewth, why do there have to be so many drongos in the world?
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