www.thepastyshop.com state that they make pasties free from artificial additives. I certainly enjoyed my cheese and onion one from them. A call from Leigh Lady who is still keeping on though the way be long. My first quarter Electric bill was not too bad at all. The theist Hell scam terrifies more victims than ever. TV news is depressing but I do not quit.
18h31-BST Wednesday 07 May 2008-CE
A most amusing thing just happened. I returned from putting the garbage and the recycs in their respective bins and as I opened my door to get back in, Jim Clancey, the CNN man said “Welcome back”, dead on time. He was looking at me too. I was glad I had my shorts on and had not gone out in my underpants. They look like swimming trunks but folk can tell the difference you know.
In my pocket, I found the paper napkin that came with my cheese and onion pasty that I bought in Waterloo Station before getting on the return train yesterday. It says “100% pure Nothing artificial added”. Then it has a web address: www.thepastyshop.com but what for I know not. I had looked at the displays on at least half a dozen stalls of various savoury or sweet snacks. They were all tempting, expensive, high quality, and fattening.
As I had first scrutinised the selection on the display at The Pastry Shop the guy said “Yes, sir, next please” or something like that. I waved up my hand and moved on. When I came back having decided that his was indeed my favoured selection from which to choose, he said the same again. But at the same time a stand-around cove who was leaning on the end of the stall goes “Really nice atmosphere in this station innit?”
Either something had happened that I knew nothing about, or he was having a go at me for not making a polite reply to the stall-holder’s first salutation. I was shattered with all that plodding on Exhibition Road and around the parts of the Science Museum. We were once allowed to call them ‘galleries’ but some PR marketer must have decreed that a ‘gallery’ sounds old-fashioned and the term has been dropped from the signage, publicity, and map.
…Here I am, back again after a phone call from Leigh Lady. Life is a struggle these days on the estates trying to keep grandchildren on the right side of the law. The 15-year-old boy has tried suicide three times, but he did not like the stomach pumping last time. He since got voluntary work at an equestrian centre and likes riding. He is getting ever better at his amateur rugby and his grandma has been enrolled to watch him…
The Southern Electric company is private, not the old state-owned ‘Board’. I was persuaded about five years ago by a doorstep sales team to switch to some other lot. But I returned to SE. Now various companies send guys to allege that I will save money with them. I would rather pay more and have no mucking about. The bill was only £63 for January to March inclusive. A note says that they held off raising prices until the warm weather arrived.
We hear about scams, but the greatest scam of all time is the one where creepy perverts in robes terrify the gullible morons amongst us by making them believe that burning alive for ever awaits them if they do not ponce around with potty rituals and put any money they have in the church plate rather than saving it up to use in some way that would better themselves. The scam still goes on in lands that lack Judeo-Protestant-Secular culture.
The decades of yore when I was expecting a nuclear war and wishing it would happen so we could all raid the no-longer-owned supplies and adopt orphans and set up little fortresses (in fact, new gangsters would rule) got me in the habit of needing to know the news. I wish I could drop TV, radio, and newspapers, so as to find peace of mind away from depressing crime news, and just be happy. The TV is off right now. I am missing a quake off Japan.
Talking about the TV made me switch the four screens back on. I have CNN, Sky News, EuroNews and BBC-World up. Gotta go…
FIN 20h27
