Can't win

The past few nights I haven't slept well largely on account of the heat. This has left me tired at work and the continued heat there has just made me dozy at the desk.

Last night was cooler and I slept for longer if not better. As for work today. The temperature seems to have fallen, so whilst I doubt that I shall doze because it's all muggy, I may try to hibernate because it's not.

Pah.

Can't win

The past few nights I haven't slept well largely on account of the heat. This has left me tired at work and the continued heat there has just made me dozy at the desk.

Last night was cooler and I slept for longer if not better. As for work today. The temperature seems to have fallen, so whilst I doubt that I shall doze because it's all muggy, I may try to hibernate because it's not.

Pah.

Speculation

With the new Barry Otter book due out on Saturday, I am wondering whether to take the plunge and start reading them. Or maybe just stick to the movies?

I could learn Latin and read my copy of Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis

Mmm. Perhaps not.

(I see that there is now an ancient Greek version plus translations of some of the others, too. Apart from me buying one drunk, who on earth is ordering them?).

Speculation

With the new Barry Otter book due out on Saturday, I am wondering whether to take the plunge and start reading them. Or maybe just stick to the movies?

I could learn Latin and read my copy of Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis

Mmm. Perhaps not.

(I see that there is now an ancient Greek version plus translations of some of the others, too. Apart from me buying one drunk, who on earth is ordering them?).

Thrilling

So there we are. Just as we though politics was getting boring (again), it's Bo Jo versus Red Ken in the next election for the Mayor of London.

Will the intelligent but bumbling Tory Scouse-hater, Boris Johnson, have what it takes to oust incumbent Cockney Favourite and Cheeky Chappie, doyen of the ultra-left, Ken Livingstone as he goes for his third spell as mayor. Maybe it will be independent Greg Dyke, the man who took the fall for the BBC's handling of the David Kelly affair (whohe?).

Frankly I think London would elect a lasagna before it voted in a Tory candidate, so I expect that we will have another four years of Ken's bizarre Stalinism with a smile.

Thrilling

So there we are. Just as we though politics was getting boring (again), it's Bo Jo versus Red Ken in the next election for the Mayor of London.

Will the intelligent but bumbling Tory Scouse-hater, Boris Johnson, have what it takes to oust incumbent Cockney Favourite and Cheeky Chappie, doyen of the ultra-left, Ken Livingstone as he goes for his third spell as mayor. Maybe it will be independent Greg Dyke, the man who took the fall for the BBC's handling of the David Kelly affair (whohe?).

Frankly I think London would elect a lasagna before it voted in a Tory candidate, so I expect that we will have another four years of Ken's bizarre Stalinism with a smile.

After work

>initiate sarcasm:< The journey home tonight was a joy. There were very few people on the platform and the train pulled in and stopped just as I walked to my customary spot. I got in and found a seat straight off. I sat down and started reading my book, for once having enough elbow room for comfort. Ten minutes or so into the journey it suddenly occurred to me just how cool and well-ventilated the carriage was, and how fresh smelling. The entire journey, including the walk at either end took an unprecedented 35 minutes and I arrived home fresh, cool and happy....>/end sarcasm mode<

Someone went under a train at Finchley Central. All trains for High Barnet terminated at Archway or were diverted to Golders Green. I was diverted to Golders Green. The buses were full and did not stop. I waited close on an hour before managing to get on one. I had to stand precariously on the upper deck for about 2/3 the journey to North Finchley and then wait for another bus. Fourteen miles from Victoria to Whetstone, 21/2 hours' travel time.

After work

>initiate sarcasm:< The journey home tonight was a joy. There were very few people on the platform and the train pulled in and stopped just as I walked to my customary spot. I got in and found a seat straight off. I sat down and started reading my book, for once having enough elbow room for comfort. Ten minutes or so into the journey it suddenly occurred to me just how cool and well-ventilated the carriage was, and how fresh smelling. The entire journey, including the walk at either end took an unprecedented 35 minutes and I arrived home fresh, cool and happy....>/end sarcasm mode<

Someone went under a train at Finchley Central. All trains for High Barnet terminated at Archway or were diverted to Golders Green. I was diverted to Golders Green. The buses were full and did not stop. I waited close on an hour before managing to get on one. I had to stand precariously on the upper deck for about 2/3 the journey to North Finchley and then wait for another bus. Fourteen miles from Victoria to Whetstone, 21/2 hours' travel time.