If you’re one of those people that has an unnecessarily loud car or motorcycle exhaust, you are an arse.
Author: Lee (Pilchard) Stacey
To do or not to do?
I have a problem with to-do lists. It’s definitely a “me problem” but a problem nonetheless.
As soon as anything goes on a to-do list, it might as well have been consigned to Room 101. It ain’t happening.
These days, work generally either comes in by way of a Jira ticket or email. I’m all over that stuff and definitely don’t have time to duplicate efforts by writing all of that stuff in my to-do list. I just get it done.
What this means for my to-do list is that the only stuff that makes it to the list is all the stuff I’ll probably never do.
One day I’ll get the hang of it. Maybe.
Golden visas for oligarch offspring
Did you hear the one about when the British government gave foreign investors a golden visa if they promised to invest 2-million quid.
The government scrapped the plan in February for fears that it had been exploited by Russian oligarchs.
The Home Office on Wednesday disclosed that it approved 46 applications for the tier 1 investor visa scheme to those aged 21 or under over the last seven years, following a freedom of information request from Bloomberg.
Children of oligarchs, living it up in the UK on dirty Russian money? Say it ain’t so…
(It is so)
American abortions
America, just let women own their own bodies, yeah?
I’m looking at you too, Northern Ireland.
Sun and men and tools
British men are a strange breed. As soon as the sun comes out, even for a moment, they simply have to go outside and use power tools. If they’re not blowing leaves into the street with a leaf blower, they’re cutting or grinding something with some noisy tool or other. Failing that, they will find something to wash with their pressure washer.
This is not a new phenomenon. For many years, lawnmowers were considered a quintessential component of a British summer soundscape. They are still there; you just can’t hear them over the cutting discs and leaf blowers.
Thanks to British men, you can’t enjoy peace and quiet on a sunny day in Britain.
British men are rubbish.
When will it be spring?
The evenings are definitely getting longer and nature appears to be waking up. Why is it still so damned cold?
And when is Springwatch on? No dates yet. It should be the end of this month but I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
In the meantime, I guess I’ll just have to sit on the beach and wait for it to warm up.
The porn MP quit
The MP who was watching porn in the commons, Neil Parish, has quit.
After initially claiming he didn’t know who was watching porn, then admitting he did but it was an accident, has now admitted that it was an accident first time but the second time was not.
Apparently, he was searching for “tractors” and somehow landed on some porn.
Tractors to porn. It’s a pretty big leap for the imagination and I simply can’t work out how he got there – unless it was agricultural porn?
I’m no expert on tractors or porn but I am aware of rule 34 so I’ll leave it at that.
Rain on a bank holiday
It’s Mayday bank holiday weekend and it’s raining.
Given everything else that’s happening in the world, that’s such a minor problem.
Watching porn in the House of Commons
If I was to watch porn at work, I would be fired. Quite rightly so.
Even without the reverence of ministerial office, work is just not the place for that kind of behaviour.
Do that in your own time and in your own space.
Off Twitter
Elon Musk is now at the helm of Twitter. Right now, it’s hard to say if that will make a noticeable difference or not but if Elon has his way, Twitter could become a very different place.
With that in mind, I think it’s time I started posting here again. Here, I have free speech, and Elon does not. Here, I can say what I like.
Unlike others who have taken their opinions off Twitter like Graham Linehan and Donald Trump (okay, they were pushed), I don’t really have anything contentious to say. However, what I do have to say, on here will not be owned by Elon Musk.
Sure, I’m shouting into the void but that’s no different to Twitter. At least here I don’t get buried by an algorithm.
Up yours, Elon.
Regards,
Lee
