When you’re a kid you’re always told not to wish your life away.
I thought this would have stopped by now.
It seems not.
The seconds drag like minutes and the minutes like hours. It’s like you’re stretching your fingers out as far as you can and only another inch would be enough.
F is at home and is ready. He waits only for me. Me and then me and the dogs. I wish I was, at least, on my way. It’s the sitting around thing that gets to me.
Ah well, there’s another minute closer ………..
Well, I suppose I should mention it, shouldn’t I?
The end of the world. The end of the News of the World, that is. A lot of people are gloating about it. 250 people, who are about to lose their jobs aren’t really gloating though.
Of course, there are now the calls that ‘It’s a different paper now’. Ah yes, that old chestnut – it was terrible before but now we’re really good. The soon-to-be ex journalists of the NOTW are saying that it’s not fair. But, then, they’ve hardly been very fair on the people they’ve been hounding all these years; the people who have had their phone messages read; their emails read, etc. Of course, they had to ‘earn a living’, didn’t they? Ah well, what goes around comes around as the old saying goes.
Of course, for the readership of the NOTW, they need to find another Sunday paper that can give them all the tittle-tattle and gossip. It’s like a drug, I guess. However, they may be OK with the Sun on Sunday – supposedly due out soon. In any event, there’ll be some some rag to fill the space.
The MPs, who could have taken some action years ago (or at any time up till recently); the police – these people should also be losing their jobs but I guess that won’t be happening any time soon.
Which newspaper will be next, I wonder?