Just toying around with a little list in my head; things I've noticed lately. For example, I noticed on the news this morning Rolf Harris has been planning a new album. I guess it's something to keep his mind active whilst he serves his prison sentence. I'm waiting for the usual baying cries that he should not be 'allowed' to do this. I have no time for Harris and his crimes, but I don't see how, or indeed WHY, artistic expression should be stymied. Don't want anything to do with Harris's body of work? The answer is simple: don't. For those of you who would always get a lump in the throat and a shiver down the spine in that final verse of 'Two Little Boys', let me ask this: did the song stop being good upon the singer's conviction? I wonder if Harris is drawing inspiration from his current state of life, or will he be reworking some of his old stuff. "Jake the Ped", anyone?
I've noticed that I'm still a pedantic grammar Nazi, and neither time nor age have mellowed me. If anything, I'm worse. Whilst at the trivia last week, I noticed on the whiteboard the word: 'baffeler'. You see, each round has a 'baffler' question, with the clues getting easier as the rounds go by. So angered was I by this serious crime against spelling, I got out of my seat and went to the board, whereupon I rubbed out the erroneously placed 'e' with my thumb. I then returned to my seat and resumed my dinner. But the evening grew worse. Much worse. I noticed a poster for the raffles, which are sponsored by a local butcher. Well, you and I know they are sponsored. According to the poster, however, they are 'sponsered'. Seriously, that was on the professionally printed poster. My eyeballs started to ache looking at it, and it drew me in with its tractor beam of sheer godawfulness, and I was powerless to look away. One of my team mates observed my fixation on this, and teased me that it was eating away at me. I couldn't deny it; it was true. This poster was ruining my evening. Finally, I approached management and led him to the poster. I pointed out the misspelled word, and expressed my disbelief that nobody had picked up on it. I'm not going to be so elitist as to say I wouldn't have necessarily expected the butcher to know the spelling of 'sponsored', but if he or she didn't, then surely someone at the printers should have seen it. Don't those people have proof readers? And while we're at it, can everyone PLEASE stop putting apostrophes in plurals? They don't freaking go there!!!!!
True to my usual custom, I am way behind the trends. I have added Nirvana's 'Lithium' to my collection, some twenty-odd years after the Seattle grunge scene was at its height. I always liked the song, and I was reminded of it on Saturday morning when I was viewing the film 'The Big Short'. I enjoyed the movie. I still have fuck-all understanding of the machinations of banking and finance, but I did enjoy the performances and structure of the movie. I recommend it, but make sure you've done your tinkle before you go in as it's a long 'un.
I also notice my idea of what constitutes a celebrity seems divorced from what apparently actually does constitute a celebrity. I haven't watched the latest 'I'm A Celebrity; Get Me Out Of Here', but I'm sure I haven't heard of most of those people in the jungle. One of them appears to have attained celebrity status by being dumb enough to have appeared on a reality television show. Why are these people so lauded and feted? I'm in the 'Stop Making Stupid People Famous' camp on this one. I do note Bea Smith is in the jungle, too (yes, I know it's the actress playing her, stop rolling your eyes). I wonder will she be tempted to shove some of these so-called celebrities in the steam-press? I know I would.
Oh well, I'm in the process of finalising some arrangements for my birthday party. Back to it.
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