After Ten Years of Blogging He Posts His First Cat Video

Okay … I give up.

I was going to get out the ol' handcart this morning and head for Hell, but as Hell is coming to us now I didn't bother. I'm just going to sit here all week and watch pretty young girls bouncing around at Wimbledon while the world burns outside my window.

Rather than rant and rage at the wilful ignorance of a smidgeon over half of this soon-to-be third world country, I've done the only thing that could possibly prevent me from heading out there with a bag of handguns and a nervous twitch …

Post a cat video.

The internet is after all made of cats.
This is Fern; one half of Charlie and Fern who supposedly live next door, but as Gerry's in Germany with Heddy at the moment they tend to spend a lot of time snuggled up on my sofa.

Fern (she's getting on for twenty now, dear thing) has the most peculiar purr. She also chirrups at things, though not on this video.

So … make a cuppa and take a break from the insanity with two-and-a-half minutes of a purring cat.
It's about the only thing that makes sense in this world.

Better Living Through Sleep-Shopping

It never ceases to amaze me what you can pick up for a pittance on the interweb.

Herbert Morrison's personal, signed, pre-publication copy of the Victor Gollancz

"A Handbook of Marxism"

which will have sat on his shelf all through the War and his time as Churchill's Minister of Supply, then through the glorious birth of the NHS and his Deputy Prime-Ministership.

Now it's MINE! Bwa-ha-haaa …

Nobody seems to want lefty history, so for as little as £1.99 a book I've amassed quite a little lefty library of signed firsts from the likes of Harold Wilson, Ralph Miliband, Tony Benn, Michael Foot, Dennis Skinner, Clement Attlee and more.
They're great reads, one and all.
Somebody has to believe in Socialism's beautiful dream so it might as well be me.

I got this one sleep-shopping.

We had a cracking thunderstorm a few nights back and I remember waking up around three and going for a glass of water. I must have grabbed my laptop on the way back to bed and shopped in my sleep (I'm prone to it) as I have no memory of ordering this.

The confirmation email the following morning was a delightful surprise.

So … Happy Old Dive. I heartily recommend sleep-shopping.
I mean, what could possibly go wrong?