I wrote a letter to a friend last night.
Well, it wasn’t exactly a letter as my handwriting has deteriorated to the point where I would be expelled from primary school for sloppiness. Even I can’t read it any more. So I actually wrote an email.
Writing emails comes with its own problems as my keyboard still has a habit of skipping letters for no apparent reason and I have to go back through every sentence and every word replacing all the missing letters.
All that aside, one of the things I mentioned in my missive was that every day was pretty much equal to the previous day and in fact to every other day. At this point the only thing that distinguishes one day from another is whatever is on television that evening.
But the problem there is that there is only an endless stream of crap on every channel every night. The only programme I look forward to is The Apprentice. I don’t know why I like it. Maybe it is the sheer ignorance and lack of education of the contestants? Last year an English contestant didn’t know where Dover was [and was amazed that it was on the south coast] while this year not one contestant knew when the Second World War happened [was it 1916?].
Anyways, The Apprentice isn’t on tonight so I know today isn’t Wednesday. I now use my watch far more to check the day or the week than I do for the time of day. The latter is irrelevant unless I have an appointment somewhere and my phone usually reminds me of an important time.
Even the daily news is slow to change from day to day. These last few days have been dominated here by the return of Lisa Smith – an Irish woman who went off to join ISIS and now wants to return. Personally I am utterly disinterested. If I were pressed for an opinion, I’d probably say that she should be told to stick with her insane buddies back in the desert as it was her choice to go there in the first place. Stupid cunt.
But then no one is interested in my opinions.