Notwithstanding today’s rubber-stamping exercise by the House of Lords and irrespective of our personal political machinations over Brexit and the woes of our collective two-party system, we now know there’s going to be another general election. Thursday 12th December if it’s not already in your little black book. All well & good I hear you say and not before time but do we appreciate the cost of an election and just exactly how many millions of pounds are spent in getting us to make our mark in the box that says yeah or nay?
Twenty four little…er, periods of just over two weeks. Well, If you’re Adam Neumann, WeWork’s founder and CEO, about forty billion US to be precise. Adopting the loud-mouth slot recently vacated by Elon Musk following his own annus horribilis, Neumann, who openly boasted of the belief he was both going to be the world’s first trillionaire and would live forever, has every reason to feel sorry for himself but is he really to blame for his spectacular downfall? Behave, of course he is.
This Sunday, British Summer Time, aka ‘daylight saving’, comes to an end and clocks go back by an hour. But has this always been the case and why exactly do we do it?
Like it or not we prefer our politicians to be young-ish, dominant and virile. When push came to shove and a cross in the box was demanded, there was absolutely no chance Bernie Sanders was going to get the nod. It is a long-held belief that ex-Tory leader William Hague was destined never to hold the highest of UK offices, as he was as bald as a coot.
I can remember my first drink. I was four years’ old and it would have been Christmas Day, or perhaps Boxing Day, 1967. Unsurprisingly, I can’t recall exactly what particular poison it was but my money’s on a fortified wine, probably port or sherry, and I was resplendent in my first Preston North End footie kit, complete with blue & white hooped socks and black plastic boots.
As a staunch believer in, and one-time ‘miner’ of, crypto-currency, several of you have asked for an opinion concerning the recent news that several of the leading supporters of Facebook’s global digital currency, Libra, appear to be having second-thoughts and are pulling the proverbial plug.
As very probably the least-travelled person you know, it’ll perhaps come as some surprise that, on one of my rare forays out into the big bad world last week, I had my first encounter with the latest phenomenon that’s taking the Western world by silent storm, hired motorised e-scooters. Unbeknown to me, over the last couple of years electric scooters have become both ubiquitous and synonymous with inner city travel.
Over the last couple of weeks we’ve been formally notified by the-powers-that-be that it’s fine and dandy to again stuff our faces with as much bacon, sausages and steak as we like, but that we can no longer dine on our perennial favourite fish, the elegant cod, as it’s back on the endangered list, having been removed only a few short years ago. To many, this contradictory advice sends their poor heads spinning and the only solace is a lie-down in a darkened room, Big Mac, as opposed to Filet o’ Fish, in hand.
Apologies in advance if you’re feeling upbeat, buoyant and full of the joys of…er, early Autumn. Sorry. A couple of days ago I read a shockingly interesting article on the most dry of dry subjects, pensions, and feel duty-bound to pass on its findings. Better the devil you know and all that. Sorry. Again.
Is it just me, or as Brexit continues to lurch forward to its impending deadline date, does it look more and more likely that Bumble Boris is actually going to do it?