Tony Blair has been spouting off again trying to tell the experts how and when they should be distributing the Covid vaccine. There’s something about that man that makes me want to punch him in the face. He lied to become PM and he lied (and smirked) while he was in office and managed to become a very wealthy man at the same time. Although from what I can tell, at that time he had only ever been paid by the tax payer. It’s a good thing that I don’t have a newspaper delivered in the morning these days because he would definitely put me off my morning coffee.
While I’m having a moan I was pleased to read that a news commentator has commentated that she really dislikes the film Bridget Jones’ Diary. At last, I thought someone who thinks like me. I never could stand the very vapid Bridget with her whining and not coping and to add insult to injury played by the American Renee Zellweger who has a face like a squashed tomato. The original column by Helen Fielding about Bridget Jones appeared in The Independent and was written as a satire to show some young women’s obsession with getting a man. The film makers turned it into a sort of ‘romantic’ story about how to get your man. And who wants Mr Darcy anyway?
An angler went fishing with a magnet on the end of his rod. You might ask why? I certainly did. It seems that on a previous trip he lost an expensive metal lure (a type of bait) and was hoping to retrieve it. He hadn’t been ‘fishing’ for long when his magnet hit something and it turned out to be a hand grenade. He not very brightly tossed it to one side and tried again pulling out a second grenade. By the end of his trip he had found 19 world war 2 hand grenades. Did he phone the police? No he checked with FaceBook as to how he should proceed. His friends there said “Call the police’. They duly arrived with an army bomb disposal team only to find the grenades contained no explosive. And he wasn’t even allowed to keep them. He never did find his lure which had cost him 20 quid.
In Kansas – that same place where Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz lived – a teacher was teaching her 8 year old pupils via zoom. All of a sudden a large fart was heard, the teacher giggled, put her hand over her face and moved her chair away from the computer. The kids smiled or giggled with one asking “what was that” and another saying “that was a big one”. The teacher said they should move on as someone might be embarrassed. She later admitted that it was a prank and she had made the noise presumably with a whoopee cushion or something. Just for a bit of fun. I personally think she let one rip and didn’t want to admit to it. I’ve always thought it’s a good thing they’re colourless and not pink or sky blue. When you read this there will only be two sleeps left. Nighty night. 🎄😴💤😴🎄