A Day in the Life
Boring weekend really. The usual Friday night in, Saturday night out and Sunday afternoon out – culminating in Sunday evening dozing in front of the fire.Highlight of the weekend was Dearest accusing a barmaid of “dangling her ancient breasts” at me. Actually she didn’t accuse her to her face – she made the accusation to the landlord. I must say the rest of us were highly amused. I think Dearest needs to restrict her alcohol intake a little, especially on Saturday nights. She later informed the landlord that his shoes were crap. I must admit they are crap shoes (a sort of patent leather grey/black combination), but you just don’t go round commenting on peoples’ shoes do you ? Needless to say Sunday morning dawned a little late for Dearest and when it arrived it was filled with a pounding head.
Apart from that not a lot has been happening round Occupied Towers. The Scots bagged a good win against the arrogant Dutch at Hampden and Wales surprised everyone by holding the Russians to a goalless draw.
Saturday afternoon saw a flurry of political activity in the neighbourhood. First up came the Tories. This was their first time out during the campaign. I think they know they’re on a loser and have decided on a token presence. Mind you – given the age and apparent infirmity of the activists delivering leaflets – I’m surprised they’ve managed even that.
Labour would appear to be the favourites. An efficient enough campaign team who have managed quite a few leaflet drops over the past few weeks, behind a young candidate who runs a local website and has been quite active in the community over the years.
The LibDems have blotted their copybook locally. First of all they took control of the council a few years back and immediately put a block a regeneration project designed to improve the town centre. On top of that the last LibDem councillor cancelled all his surgeries and disappeared for two years or so. They have parachuted someone from elsewhere in the borough. An ex councillor who was kicked out of another ward.
At around 2:00pm on Saturday afternoon a 10 or 11 year old came up my path and posted a copy of the BNPs newspaper through my door. What chance has he got of growing up without prejudice ? None – I would have thought.
So it should be interesting come Thursday. We really need a decent turnout to make sure the BNP can’t boast a significant share of the vote. Hopefully (although I can’t see it happening) they will come last and that will be the end of their activities in the area.
I can feel the unmistakable symptoms of a cold creeping up on me. Tickly cough, nostrils filling up and having to work with my coat on “’cos it’s nippy” all point to hot toddys and early nights with a good book. The question is: which “good book” shall it be ? I have those I acquired from my charity shop visits last week, plus a few more Rebus novels that the higher-than-a-ten mob passed on to me yesterday. Decisions decisions……….
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