Freaky Friday
Today on my half-day (as I do longer other days) I logged on to the work email at home at 7, we drove in crappy traffic to the office for 5 minutes, went to Jamie’s office for half an hour where I logged on again and had a nice cup of tea, got the train from Borehamwood (carefully avoiding the Big Brother celebrity house up the road) to St Pancras, tubed it to Green Park, walked to a posh hotel near Grosvenor Square to drop off a laptop that I had sorted out for a sales rep, walked to a bookshop near Piccadilly and did a hefty stock check, bought a nice soup and bread, spotted no famouses, walked to Forbidden Planet and bought geek things and got the tube home, only to find rather a lot of emails waiting for me. Is it any wonder my head hurts? Maybe that’s why my nose was bleeding a bit and I had shortness of breath. It’s all downhill from here, bah humbug. But with nice new things:
In happier news, the atheist ‘There’s probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life’ buses are here and my favourite ‘Christian’ (no not Terry) is on his hotline to heaven (just like Bananarama?) about it:
Mister Beardy Happy Face Stephen Green from Christian Voice (a tedious whiney voice that does not represent as many of its type as it believes) moaned about the message, bleating “The ASA does not just cover goods and services, it covers all advertising… It is given as a statement of fact and that means it must be capable of substantiation if it is not to break the rules. There is plenty of evidence for God, from peoples’ personal experience, to the complexity, interdependence, beauty and design of the natural world. But there is scant evidence on the other side, so I think the advertisers are really going to struggle to show their claim is not an exaggeration or inaccurate, as the ASA code puts it.”
Green (Stephen, not Goblin) failed to provide any evidence that his friend God did exist but conveniently ignored that sort of thing.
Richard Dawkins is still annoying though. Being married to Romana version 2.0 is not enough of a reason to like him.
When I asked God for his opinion of this kerfuffle he was too busy worrying about important things, like wars and old fashioned high-energy lightbulbs.
What the hell is going on in Hollyoaks? Apart from the usual dead-eyed acting and flimsy motivations of course. I was driven to this:
And on that note… time for more lurgey drugs.
PS Just before I posted this, my lightbulb pinged and is now dead. God is not amused.
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