Frat pranks for politicians
Trying hard to cover my disappointment. I won’t be receiving a brick from the Great Wall. Something about overweight baggage and insistent customs officials. Oh well! On to the next big idea.
Latest chapter in the Entitlement Saga: a certain minister of the cabinet and his friends have been off visiting the world (for some, London and New York are all that really count). Really cheap accommodations. Or friends in high places. Take your pick. Seems that “borrowing” an official residence for the weekend is the latest fratboy prank. In a cheap movie plot, soon. Count on it.
Not quite summer. A few more hours. Why doesn’t the Beeb (not the Beiber) telecast sunrise over Stonehenge, for the rest of us? Even with the wicked time difference, I’d watch.
Scientists are giving a head’s up: one in eight species of birds may be on the extinction short list. Oh, wait/// whole species? I thought they meant those doves and grackles that sound off at 03h00, locally. I’d be content to see that eight in eight of those flying flea collections were about to disappear from my radar. Politically incorrect, possibly. On the wish list; definitely.
From the kitchen chronicles: don’t buy those breaded salmon fillets again. New product, no taste. The reports from the resident critics were clear. As for me, I had pork chops. Personal preference and all that. An occasion to try out some new spices in a small jar. And no salads were sliced and diced in the preparation of either meal.
