@Wen yes, but no. He did see it, but the main problem for him was that I needed to take off the kilt, with its metal, and walk bare-arsed to the machine.
Surprisingly few people see the sgian dubh unless I'm sitting.
Breakfast ordered. I'm disinclined to go for the cheese Omelette, just glancing at the menu photo is off-putting, so it's croissants with jam and a milky coffee.
Travelling with a book, of course, to cover about five and a half hours in a metal tube. Volker Reinhardt's "Der nach den Sternen griff" on the life of Giordano Bruno.
@FiveSeventeen Oh, I bet that'll be fascinating. I read a book about him a while back - the title of which escapes me. Have you seen the monument to him in Rome, just outside Vatican City?
All these stories about certain racist, hate-filled people crossing the floor and defecting to the Labour party, and no one has picked up the real story yet.
The Labour party has defected to the Tory party. They are now one.
This morning, on the German news service, there was a report that April was the hottest month since records began, and that temperatures have risen by over 1.5°C since pre-industrial times.
Then we went over to the announcer of the next piece of music, who greeted us with a "and it's another wonderful day out there".
@FiveSeventeen I guess you saw the climate scientists having a nervous breakdown in the Guardian this morning.
I also saw a graph earlier showing that every day of last year broke the record for the warmest sea surface temperatures.
Huzzah.
Looking back at the actions of the MSN in the USA as the Vietnam war was dragging on bitterly - to inevitable failure - and the playing up of good stories, the positive and not the reality of the war, I see many similarities in the handling of Trump and his consorts by the press today.
An abject failure to report the truth in an unbiased and honest manner to those who need to know.
A pandering to bias, to misinformation, to abuse.
When all is said and done, the MSN will claim they did their best, and sweep the whole matter under a carpet for fifty years. But the damage, today, is being done, and cannot be undone.
A good delivery day today, if somewhat spread out. A set of bathroom scales, something I haven't used since I was a twenty-something and, having quickly used this evening, will probably never use again.
Two new LPs for the collection: "Tales of Topographic Oceans" by Yes - described on the cover as the changing force in progressive rock, whereas I seem to recall diehard Yes fans hated this record - and "Bursting at the Seams" from Strawbs. Anyone remember Strawbs?
If, in years to come, anyone asks me for memories of my work time, of things that stood out or were unusual, I suspect the first thing which will come to mind is those rare days when the 05.17 was on time.
Cooking done for this afternoon's main meal. I've never even tried to even imagine a vegetarian cottage pie, but it seems, on first tasting, to work reasonably well.
@FiveSeventeen Used to pick up my father at the train station in the evening. It was magical, bring a book or a magazine and the train would be on time. Don’t bring anything to read and the train would be late.
Similar to putting on rain gear and the squall misses, no protection and always were soaked.