just two things....
Point 1. I saw an advert in LHR for The Economist, which I didn't understand immediately. I read it, pondered, walked past it, pondered, checked my bike into outsized, pondered, walked back past it, and then it dawned upon me. The ad read:
"Someone mentions Jordan.
You think: Arabian country with a 3.3% GDP growth."
I thought: Sure, Jordan isn't Persian or African, can't be hiding under some Saharan guise, it's got to be Arabian. 3.3% - sounds about right, gotta be much less than Turkey, which runs at less than 5 these days.
Apparently, it's also some halfwit celeb as well. Hmm.
Point 2.
I got a letter from the TV licensing boys today, demanding cash. My response:
Following your vaguely dated letter - June 2005 – I would like to respond with these complaints:
- I am in the process of moving into the above property, only purchased this month. I have therefore NOT failed to respond to any of your letters, as you have accused me.
- I do not enjoy being threatened by the Police when you have no rightful quarrel with me.
- Television is rubbish. In fact, I believe it to be of such poor standard, that it indeed rots your mind. I will refuse to accept this as an excuse for your demeaning and threatening letter to me.
- I am considering taking the matter up with the Trading Standards Association, on legal requirement to provide good service for a contract. It is my firm belief that the money demanded from yourselves is not representative of the offal that you broadcast. However, this is not a matter of your concern.
- I do not watch television, and do not own a television set. I do not intend to change this facet of my life.
Could I please ask that all further correspondence consider at least 3 of these issues.
Other Stuff.
Jumped onto a plane to move flat. Finally moved all my gear to the Small Flat, where it remains in boxes. God only knows when I will get to unpack, the car seems to live in the Long Stay these days....
Got to meet up with Vessella, who has imported 2 two Italian girls from her latest trip. Big round table, big dinner, wine, annoy the cat, sleep. Flew back the next morning. And the sun aint shining no more. Hundreds of titbits of bureaucracy to catch up with, drowning in taxman type letters now. Saturday is gone.
I suspect you might want to cancel that heat subscription, it's just not sinking in...
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