A real post from a real person

Look.

I’m sorry, ok?

I know you’re getting fed up with the ‘I haven’t written anything because I am just *so* busy’ line of excuses.

So here’s a new one.

I haven’t written anything of substance for ages because.

I have no bathroom floor.

[pauses to let the sheer weight of that sink in]

Well yes.

Having no proper bathroom floor doesn’t actually stop me from writing anything, obv.

But it’s better than ‘Oh, I’m so busy and…’.

Hopefully the bathroom floor is going back down tomorrow.

I’m not sure this will suddenly lead to a massive outpouring of words from me, though.

Sadly.

Anyway.

After a last-minute donation from a person who wasn’t in on the original bet, I have handed over a cheque for £60 to the ILPH, following my driving test goings-on.

I’m helping out at the Ascott-under-Wychwood British Eventing one-day event on Sunday.

Judging dressage.

I’ve worked out that I either have a section that includes a handful of international riders, or I’ve got the under-18s.

I hope it’s the former, obv.

Although I won’t complain if it’s the latter.

I spent most of yesterday lunchtime editing the Long Dead Signal interview that we recorded in Nottingham at the Dot To Dot Festival.

Yay!

Unfortunately I haven’t yet edited the Yunioshi interview – and the Nottingham ‘special’ show is tomorrow evening.

Boo!

I may have to get up earlier than usual tomorrow, to try and get it done.

In other news.

I can’t help wondering how a racist, sexist, bullying Head of HR at publicly-owned Network Rail gets found guilty of these offences, yet keeps his £350,000/year job.

Whilst a racist, sexist, bullying teacher at a publicly-owned school loses his £95,000/year job and pension.

That wouldn’t be one rule for one bunch of people and another rule for another bunch, would it?

Because, you know, as this is now Cameron’s Big Society, I think I can form my own police force and put the people who made these decisions in the stocks.

And then we can all trundle along with a couple of hundredweight of stinking, rotting fish.

And putrid vegetables.

And have at these decision-makers for being absolute twats.