MONDAY ALL DAY

2 new facts for today:-

- the BBC is now pronouncing the new millenium years as "twentyohfour" rather than the familiar "twothousandandfour". This underscores further alignment to our Yankee buddies and undoubted B Liar influence on the BEEB to get us more matey
matey sounding with B Ush thus enhancing his (B. Liar) rise to the President of a Disunited Europe.

- if you want to be burnt in Somerset, a local crem has just blown up, so please book elsewhere or do it yourself. I don't think we can attribute the destruction of a lowly crem to Osama although the projection of charred body parts towards the heavens would no doubt appeal to his lack of sense of dignity. Personally, I find this story slightly amusing. Yes, I'm sick.

I have been really "peelywally" again for the last few days and I'm sick of it all, really really sick of it. Something has got to be done.
I spent most of Sat and Sun in bed feeling as if I'd taken cannibis or the like. It must be the BP medication. I can't see what else is causing me to feel like shit for so long. Also, I can't taste or smell things like I used to. Having given up the Cuban cigars weeks ago, I don't believe that these can be the cause of loss of sensation
now. I have always suspected the Losartan. The double doze must be making me worse as I've not changed anything else. Last night, I did not take it and neither have I taken it today and I am beginning to feel a bit better or else I would not be sat here typing this shit on my blog.

The BP monitor that I ordered and Maggie paid for, has arrived. This is her birthday present to me. St John's Day was the day in question. I intend to take readings weekly and plot a graph. Then I will be able to make some informed choices as to the true state of my ticker. Doubtless, my GP won't agree with that sentiment. Interestingly, the MOL (Maggie's Mum) has high BP and her GP can't get it under control either, but then if you drink a pint of Sainsbury's sherry per day, what do you expect to happen!! Also, she is in her 80's.

Am waiting for the G8 charade as is the whole of Africa - waiting that is, as it is this they do best, just waiting for something to happen, waiting for someone to tell them something, waiting for the rains, waiting for a chicken to walk by, waiting for a bus, waiting for the next funeral, waiting for payday or hand-out, just waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting. Why on earth do we want to change all that??? This is their culture, their life, what they do best,- it's all them. I know we give more in subsidies to the Highland cow than we give in African aid. But we need the cow to eat for god's sake!!! The African can cook chicken shit and survive- we can't.

Many Geldofs to you all..............................