This will be my only Blog this week as the latter half of the week I will be in that Heraklion hospital. Stelios informs us it is not only the best hospital in Crete but the best in Greece. My previous stay in a Cretan hospital, Xania, was excellent, couldn’t have been bettered – except for the food, but isn’t that always the way with institutions?
A pity I lost wot I wrote last time, not that it was anything of great import. When you are virtually an invalid and the slightest expenditure of energy brings on a fit of breathlessness, even something as simple as getting dressed or taking a shower or feeding the pets, there’s not much happening in your personal life. Two events to excite me somewhat: Douglas has got “The Journeys We Make” (previously “Enter Anthony”) ready for publication and has put together a terrific short video to e-mail as a round robin advertising the books, though he hasn’t quite got the distribution of it sorted out yet, that is, making sure it is easy for the recipients to open. It’s a matter of the right programme evidently.
Fame! Michael Jackson dead is probably twenty times more lucrative than when he was alive as I read even hitherto unpublished stuff is being brought out to bolster the coffers. Tickets for his memorial service have been applied for by thousands of fans on the internet and it would seem half the world has been in mourning. Was he really that terrific? I’m afraid I wouldn’t know. I have never sat through a Michael Jackson number or heard one played. The brief glimpses I saw of him in TV extracts he looked merely like a skinny puppet jerking stiffly about surrounded by a lot of hi-tech production value and it did absolutely nothing for me. Other than that all I know about him came from various news items, like holding his baby over a hotel balcony, being charged with child molestation, trying for white and making excuses for it and looking at early photographs he was a handsome child. How come his life went so pear-shaped like his face?
I see the moose lady has given up her governorship of Alaska a year early and speculation has it she’s going to try for the Whitehouse next time round. God forbid! I don’t think the Americans could get a more disastrous president that Bush but you never know.
So Andy Murray, despite her majesty’s good luck message lost it in the semi-final, won’t follow in Perry’s footsteps, and America will possibly once more produce a Wimbledon champion – depending of course on Federer. Maybe next year, Andy. Henman reached the semi-final four times but maybe next year, Andy. Fingers crossed.
I see a Nazi war criminal is being extradited to stand trial so “Red In The Morning” even today is still feasibility.
And farmyard porn is still flowing in blemishing cyberspace or wherever. Pity it can’t be stopped at source or so it would seem. I can’t be doing with bestiality. Animals should not be degraded in this fashion though I suppose like every other aspect of sex the clerics can’t get their heads around it has been going on since time immemorial.
Nope – Federer has done it again.