Mish-mash

Any publicity is publicity. Which is just a well, as the new Bond film – the last with a bloke in the role? – is getting praised to the rooftops and condemned as a stinker.
    Oh, well, it will be on TV eventually and we’ll have the opportunity to watch it on fast-forward if it’s crap.

Wasted gesture

Apparently, a newspaper picture showing Kate Moss’ kid doing a modelling job includes her wearing an insulin pump. Two responses to that. 1. I glanced at the picture in passing and didn’t notice the gadget. 2. Even if I had, I wouldn’t have known what it is and that it’s not part of the outfit.

Useful at last

The much reviled Cressida Dick, the busted flush in charge of the Metropolitan police, has now become a universal scapegoat. Everything is her fault. Including not spotting coppers who turn out to be homicidal maniacs.
    Oh, well. She did cling on to the job.

Excitement level zero?

If the new Bond film has a 12 rating from the censors, that must mean the human to human violence has been extracted as well as the sex. Sounds like it will all be done by computers in the next one.

Collector’s Items

I’ve been advised to hang on to my rather vast collection of fountains pens, ballpoints and miscellaneous pencils as they could become valuable in the future. Apparently, the kids of today don’t write anything, they type it into a tablet or a phone, and the firms that make writing materials are heading for the scrap heap.

Will it last?

I see dairy products are back on the list of things that are good for you. But will they stay there long enough for me to put double cream on my Christmas helping of Fruit Paradise? Always assuming Xmas isn’t cancelled due to one crisis or another.

Backward Progress

The nation had a 3-day week back in the 1970s when the trade union wreckers were out of control. Looks like that’s what doctors are head for. They don’t work at weekends. Lots of them are giving up Fridays. And you can’t really expect them to work on a Monday.