Tuesday, 3 April 2018

Snippets from the Far Side of Sanity


So that was Easter. Despite the usual plea to the other Grumpy Old Sod not to buy me an Easter egg, I got one. A large one. Resistance gave out on Sunday evening, when almost the whole lot was eaten. In one sitting. It was interesting, in a detached way, to then observe the effect of far too much sugar on a member of the zimmerati.

Prosecco affects me completely differently. One glass, and I am the life and soul of whatever gathering I am attending. Two glasses, and I am still the life and soul, but only I think so. Nobody will ever tell me what happens after three glasses.

Be that as it may, sugar in excess makes me verbally aggressive, and  I managed to get into some great scraps on Twitter on Sunday night. An ability to spell abusive words would have helped. But you can't have everything in this life.

Monday morning, the scales told me I had overdone it. Since the cancer thing, I've been trying not to put on weight, but it's hard, on account of getting breathless far more than I used to, and finding exercise difficult as a result. Nevertheless. This was depressing, and I was so upset that I had to finish off the remaining chocolate to compensate.

However ironic this state of affairs may appear, it is NOTHING in comparison to the Brexit Blue Passport Debacle. For those who live in their own bubble: our beloved government has decided that when (if) we leave the EU, we MUST have our own British Blue passports, like we used to have in the good old days of Empire (only they were black, I still have mine from 1965).

The work was put out to tender, and a bid accepted. From an EU company, based in the EU which we are in theory, leaving next year so that we can 'take back control'. Oh how wonderful! Several of the madder patriots immediately fell over themselves justifying this on the grounds that the government was getting the best deal for the British taxpayer.

Sadly, the British company who lost the bid, doesn't agree, and is now suing the government. On what grounds, I cannot imagine ~ patriotism? Sore losers? Who knows. Whatever way you cut it, you get irony in your slice. Sometimes, you just couldn't make it up, could you?


6 comments:

  1. I hardly ever buy Easter eggs or receive them as it’s just buying fresh air, but give me a box of After 8s and I can dispose of it rapidly. I cannot believe a tall slim lady like you could possibly need to diet. Enjoy life, you deserve it Carol.

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    1. How kind! Sadly, I cannot afford a whole new wardrobe...may have to resort to crinoline and tight lacing!

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  2. I know just what you mean about too much sugar making you a bit belligerent! As for the Brexit passports - as mad as putting bits of the NHS out to tender and then having to go to Court to defend a decision that went against Virgin. What colossal wastes of money - and how we’re going to need every penny if we really are ‘going it alone.’

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    1. It is a cogent example of how we are not going to be able to manage 'on our own'.

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  3. I read about that, Carol. Total lunacy– all of it. Poor you and your sugar overload. Just be careful over there! Sending hugs!

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  4. As usual you leave a very amusing post as diverse as ever... where else would we get diet tips, chocolate,Prosecco and political updates. Stay well and keep us tittering.

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