Slept surprisingly well and now waiting for nurse to check and clean alien piercing. Spoke with my main support nurse and had good news that my last treatment will be on Christmas Eve, so even though christmas will be somewhat shit at least we’ll have christmas day in the knowledge that there’ll be no more weird treatment (hopefully for some goodly time).
So this ‘holiday pay ruling’, the government announced yesterday it would set up a taskforce to try to limit the impact on employers. With this simple announcement we have the Tory fucks bang to rights. A legal ruling which is in favour of the workers for a change and the government immediately sides with the employers, no hint at all of following the legal side or supporting workers. They are evil – discuss.
That’s sad, went to give Kate a hug but we can’t do a full frontal because of my alien piercing, did a slightly weird semi-side hug.
Read a long piece by Jenni Diski about her recent cancer diagnosis, she titled it ‘A Diagnosis’, this is the last paragraph:
“In my experience, writing doesn’t get easier the more you do it. But there is a growth of confidence, not much, but a nugget, like a pearl, like a tumour. You learn that there is a process, and that it doesn’t very much matter what you write, but how you do it, that is crucial, and that nothing I wrote, or you wrote, is ever going to be the same as what she wrote and he wrote, unless, as Truman Capote said, what you’re dealing with isn’t writing, but typing. So I’ve got cancer. I’m writing.” Likewise.
Manifesto number 8:
- any ‘celebrity’ who announces that if a certain party is elected they will leave the country, who, after said party is elected, are still in the country 6 months later will be thrown out of the country.
I used to quite like Griff. Suppose wealth and fame distort your mental capacity and increase solipsism.
So Tim, not my brother Tim, is complaining by the lack of graphics in this blog, well he is a photography lecturer so understandable. What do others think? Pictures are fine and dandy, but part of me likes the idea of words creating mental pictures in the reader’s head. I did like that grotesque of Bliar. Anyway keep on keeping on, love Duncan and here’s a picture: