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Is this paranoia?
Mar. 13th, 2008 09:44 pmThe judgemental librarian sketch on Mitchell and Webb this evening was genius. I've been concerned for many years that librarians may secretly judge me on my choice of reading material. I consider librarians to be intelligent people with intellectual tastes. I certainly can't picture any of them reading the likes of Geri Halliwell's autobiography. As I hand them my latest non-intellectual book choice I fear that, regardless of how friendly and polite they are on the outside, they're silently tutting to themselves. None of them have ever asked me for a date though. This is probably a good thing as most of the staff in my local library seem to be middle aged women.
I also liked the sketches about the great explorers naming Virginia, New South Wales etc. I think this series is a definite improvement on the last. It's certainly better than watching 'Ashes to Ashes' on BBC1.
The chaos in the High Street on Tuesday night was aparantly caused by an 'unstable structure' in the high winds. The road opened again on Wednesday afternoon so it wasn't too inconvenient in the end. I still can't figure out which structure was unstable. Everything still seems to look the same as it did on Monday. A rumour was going around Mum's school that someone was critically injured when part of a building blew off but I haven't seen any proof yet. It'll probably be in the local weekly papers tomorrow so I'll wait until then.
I was horrified to read that the girl who was murdered in Lancashire was targeted because she was a goth. Why can't some people in this country accept people who are different? I remember that a classmate of my sister was beaten up by his neighbours because he dyed his hair red back in the mid 90s. I had hoped people had evolved since then. I'd never heard of the town of Bacup before now. What a terrible shame I had to find out about it because of this tragedy.
On the other hand I was glad to hear that the guy who wanted to sue M&S for damages after slipping on a grape in their carpark has had his case thrown out of court. Is there no such thing as an accident any more? This whole compensation culture thing irritates the heck out of me. The worst part of it is that people who genuinely deserve compensation as a result of negligent employment practices etc. are probably nice, quiet people who are least likely to complain. Grumble, sulk, grumble, sulk, moan.
I think Mum and Dad are going to take me down to Shoulden in Kent for a few days at Easter so I can see the village in which many of my ancestors lived. Should be interesting.
I also liked the sketches about the great explorers naming Virginia, New South Wales etc. I think this series is a definite improvement on the last. It's certainly better than watching 'Ashes to Ashes' on BBC1.
The chaos in the High Street on Tuesday night was aparantly caused by an 'unstable structure' in the high winds. The road opened again on Wednesday afternoon so it wasn't too inconvenient in the end. I still can't figure out which structure was unstable. Everything still seems to look the same as it did on Monday. A rumour was going around Mum's school that someone was critically injured when part of a building blew off but I haven't seen any proof yet. It'll probably be in the local weekly papers tomorrow so I'll wait until then.
I was horrified to read that the girl who was murdered in Lancashire was targeted because she was a goth. Why can't some people in this country accept people who are different? I remember that a classmate of my sister was beaten up by his neighbours because he dyed his hair red back in the mid 90s. I had hoped people had evolved since then. I'd never heard of the town of Bacup before now. What a terrible shame I had to find out about it because of this tragedy.
On the other hand I was glad to hear that the guy who wanted to sue M&S for damages after slipping on a grape in their carpark has had his case thrown out of court. Is there no such thing as an accident any more? This whole compensation culture thing irritates the heck out of me. The worst part of it is that people who genuinely deserve compensation as a result of negligent employment practices etc. are probably nice, quiet people who are least likely to complain. Grumble, sulk, grumble, sulk, moan.
I think Mum and Dad are going to take me down to Shoulden in Kent for a few days at Easter so I can see the village in which many of my ancestors lived. Should be interesting.
