Give Me A Bullet To Bite On
Yesterday was dominated by procedure really, clients, then project work, then bed, it was that exciting. I’ve finished The Boys or at least what episodes are available and I’ve started Gen V (The boys companion series), while I wait for the rest of them to be made available.
Again I am benefitting from the old “marijuana memory” because I’ve seen this twice already as well and don’t remember much of it at all so there’s that I suppose.
Boredom really is a feature these days which is fine, but it doesn’t give me much to write about when I sit down to do the Dispatches.
I’m not really expecting much to happen until at least day 120 when the venting - that much-anticipated emotional purge - may or may not start.
The Energy Paradox
I’ve ordered a phone mount for the car so I can film some scenery for my YouTube podcasts. At the moment the YouTube videos are just a spinning project logo so I thought it would be easy enough to get some nice Highland footage. If I’m careful I should be able to capture some footage of an oilrig or two with a service station in the foreground advertising the most expensive fuel in Europe, when they have any that is.
It’s the great Scottish absurdity: we are an oil-rich nation that regularly runs out of fuel, waiting on deliveries from England, who have five refineries and precious little oil of their own. Go figure.
Village Of The Damned
Invergordon, just up the road from me, should resemble Las Vegas given the amount of work and capital that has flowed through that port over the decades. Instead, it’s in a desperate state - boarded-up shops and a bleak atmosphere.
In my time in the Fast Fit trade I was assistant manager at the local ATS Euromaster branch there in the 90’s, the depot was just opposite where the cruise ships would dock. We used to get a right laugh watching all the bemused Japanese passengers clutching their cameras and wondering where the hell they had been let loose.
The dock is essentially in the middle of an industrial wasteland and they would be met at the gate by an ageing blonde hooker in a red tartan miniskirt looking to turn a trick or two. Bloody hell it was funny looking back, we used to end ourselves laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
At Least Dick Turpin Wore A Mask
The depot has gone now and has been replaced by the equivalent of modern day highway robbery that is the Co-op store, they’re worse than Tesco and that’s saying something, price gouging bastards the lot of them. There is no moral justification for a 100gm tin of coffee being £7.25, magically dropping to £3.50 if you flash a Clubcard.
The one that really gets me is Heinz soup: £1.70 for a single tin. But buy five, and it’s a fiver. Buy ten, and it’s £9 with a Clubcard. One can only assume the £1.70 starting point is an artificial, predatory price floor targeting the poorest in society, who aren’t in a position to drop a fiver on soup all at once.
Anyway, that’s the waffle over. We wait for tomorrow. Hopefully, we see the resignation of the “toolmaker’s son” over the Mandelson scandal - another educated criminal operating within the law.
Just another day on Perfectly Normal Island
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