As I hurtle headlong into the double dip of vicious public spending cuts
and a vicious bladder infection I don't feel like raising my arms and
whooping, somehow.
On the personal:
I know have to wait for a week to get the lab results back so that I can find out if it is a bladder infection, and not something more mysterious. My bladder feels like someone's playing Wipeout on it. Of COURSE the song and not the TV show.
My fever is yo-yo-ing according to my application of paracetomol, and I'm sitting here naked. OK, too much information. Sorry. Actually, I just have my shirt and socks off to help my temp to come down to a manageable level.
And all the time I wonder, Why? What's going on in there? Why am I now a regular on the UTI circuit? Boo.
I'm supposed to be going to Oxford for a weekend of clay pigeon shooting (which may challenge my motto 'if you shoot it, you should eat it'), any recipe ideas out there?
The shooting is followed by an evening at the greyhound track. Where I am sure to lose money, and the shooting is usually done in private after the hound comes last...
On to less happy times:
I feel that I have to refer to the Government's cuts to public spending, but I think the best idea is to point you in the direction of the incisive Johann Hari for a clear-eyed reading of the situation.
Here's another thing to consider: 85% of the deficit is bank bailout (£850b out of £927b)
Obviously, that's as nothing to people claiming incapacity Benefit for a minor ailment. Please remember these people were encouraged to go that way as it meant that they dropped off the unemployment figures.
To clarify: I am annoyed that some people are claiming for benefits that they are not entitled to. But can we PLEASE have a sense of proportion. Getting a bunch of people off benefits is a drop in the ocean compared to all the money we crammed into the banks when they started whining. It was ransom money, pure and simple, but the size of the sums paid are never mentioned. Instead they talk about capping benefits and Big Society. Big what? Don't they know their Thatcherist Doctrine? There's no such thing as Society, remember?
Tough times ahead, people. Tough times ahead.
On the personal:
I know have to wait for a week to get the lab results back so that I can find out if it is a bladder infection, and not something more mysterious. My bladder feels like someone's playing Wipeout on it. Of COURSE the song and not the TV show.
My fever is yo-yo-ing according to my application of paracetomol, and I'm sitting here naked. OK, too much information. Sorry. Actually, I just have my shirt and socks off to help my temp to come down to a manageable level.
And all the time I wonder, Why? What's going on in there? Why am I now a regular on the UTI circuit? Boo.
I'm supposed to be going to Oxford for a weekend of clay pigeon shooting (which may challenge my motto 'if you shoot it, you should eat it'), any recipe ideas out there?
The shooting is followed by an evening at the greyhound track. Where I am sure to lose money, and the shooting is usually done in private after the hound comes last...
On to less happy times:
I feel that I have to refer to the Government's cuts to public spending, but I think the best idea is to point you in the direction of the incisive Johann Hari for a clear-eyed reading of the situation.
Here's another thing to consider: 85% of the deficit is bank bailout (£850b out of £927b)
Obviously, that's as nothing to people claiming incapacity Benefit for a minor ailment. Please remember these people were encouraged to go that way as it meant that they dropped off the unemployment figures.
To clarify: I am annoyed that some people are claiming for benefits that they are not entitled to. But can we PLEASE have a sense of proportion. Getting a bunch of people off benefits is a drop in the ocean compared to all the money we crammed into the banks when they started whining. It was ransom money, pure and simple, but the size of the sums paid are never mentioned. Instead they talk about capping benefits and Big Society. Big what? Don't they know their Thatcherist Doctrine? There's no such thing as Society, remember?
Tough times ahead, people. Tough times ahead.
Hope you are drinking the cranberry juice in the meantime.