Let's Talk About Me.

After all I am the most important person on the planet.

You may remember that just before the start of the recent para-Olympics I was talking about my courier friend who was having trouble with his phone and that was forcing his business to become overly dependent on a company supplying free meals to inner-city schools in London. Well that's all changed. Although I don't have the full details I gather that the local education authority called in a debt and the meal provider went out of business. Then my friend's telephone provider decided that his handset was broken and needed to be repaired. The temporary handset they've provided him with is producing a faultless service. Finally a clerical error meant that his driving license has been temporarily suspended leaving him with nothing else to do expect sit around the house until it is reinstated.

As a result I was meant to go down to Brighton to see him today. The problem is that all this seems to have coincided with a run of genuine bad luck. Basically there was a fault with the plumbing in his house which damaged the plumbing along with the electrical system and brought down a ceiling that was found to contain asbestos. Being a council owned property this is all the responsibility of the local council to repair which they are doing in their usual chaotic fashion. The asbestos was supposed to be removed yesterday (31/3/14), the ceiling was supposed to be replaced today and the plumbing was supposed to be replaced by the end of the week. However the asbestos people didn't turn up until today meaning that everything has been pushed back and I seriously doubt that even Brighton council know what they're doing at the moment.

While we're catching up with what I've been up to last Monday (24/3/14) I spent the afternoon helping my biological mother clear her apartment because she is selling it. During this I didn't make any effort to protect my phone meaning that if people were listening they may have overheard parts of the conversation. Obviously with the day centred around the sale of a house that conversation involved the state of the UK housing market. Also that was the day that the Malaysians conceded that flight MH370 had crashed off the south-west coast of Australia. Saying that this topic came up in conversation is a bit of an understatement because I'm pretty sure that at one point there was actually a wall map and a pointer used. However that was really just a detailed summary of what I've already said on the subject - the Malaysians hijacked the flights computers to divert it off course and decompress the cabin killing all on board of hypoxia. This was done in order to provoke the Chinese to expose their military capabilities to the region and to get everyone to reveal their satellite capabilities in and around the UNFCCC meeting in Bonn, Germany.

The other main topic of conversation was the health of one of my mother's cats who slowly dying of what we assume to be cancer although it's not worth the invasive medical testing to find out for sure. Since that conversation there has been lots of speculation in the UK press that domestic cats could give their owners Tuberculosis (TB). As "TB" is also the initials of Tony Blair who was Prime Minister when I was transferred from Brighton to Croydon this medical discovery seems to be a way to discuss who knew what. Personally I'm just finding the fact that this is the cat that was synonymous with the Egyptian revolution more then a little unsettling given recent events.


10:45 on 1/4/14 (UK date).