Normally I’m not at a loss for words.
However, yesterday I found myself in that situation. I didn’t have a thing to say about anything. Today seems to be replicating yesterday. The only excitement in my life at the moment is a constant dripping noise from the freezer which I am defrosting. Frankly that’s the way I like it.
There is a lot going on in the world but none of it grabs my interest. I have disassociated myself so much that I don’t give a shite if everyone in Ireland goes on strike [as they seem to be doing], nor do I gave a damn whether the UK has a hard or soft Brexit. I don’t give a flying fuck about the American elections as I wouldn’t trust either candidate to tell me the right time.
There was an item doing the rounds yesterday about Big Pharma and their bribes and backhanders in Ireland but passing comment on it is merely stating the obvious.
The only thing of mild interest going on at the moment is the WHO’s little shindig over in India but I just look upon that as another chunk of insanity in an already insane world. They are so out of touch with real life that they have become totally irrelevant, to me at least.
However, if you feel like having a chuckle on this fine Monday, I suggest you have a read of Dick Puddlecote’s article from yesterday.
It made me laugh.