GOGS...Grumpy Old Gits Society..

I came across a protestor a couple of weeks ago on my way through London, or shall i say a couple of thousand of them , now i support saving the planet do my recycling sort everything into little boxes some of which are slung into a refuse vehicle together often wonder if there are little men sitting in there resorting what i had already sorted.

Anywy there was this very nice gentleman with a banner that said , save our world for the future generation , and having nothing to do we started chatting asked him have you come far he said from Aylesbury , i asked did you walk he said no we came by car, so i said but your polluting the planet , then i said i presume you don't use electric and gas then as they pollute the planet, and i suppose you don't eat imported food as the air miles are polluting the planet you don't buy anything made in China, India or the USA as your increasing the pollution by wanting to buy what you want to buy a bit cheaper even though it,s adding pollution to the planet .

He looked at me and said you don't understand were tyring to save the planet for your children, i replied i don't have any children so as to not add more pollution to the planet , he just walked away shaking his head , while i stood there watching thousands of people adding pollution to the planet walk past.

Step daughter again! Too lazy to learn to drive so uses long-suffering Mum as a taxi service to the railway station for morning commute. Today they arrive at the station and s.d. has left her mobile 'phone behind !!! Shock horror omg help!! Mum refuses to go back and get it as there is only 8 minutes before the train leaves, so no time and she would then inevitably have to drive s.d. to work - a one and a quarter hour round trip in rush hour traffic - with of course no thanks or offer of reimbursement for time and expense. We have been down that road many times.

So . . . s.d. has a proper hissy fit, the full works, tears, tantrums, shouting, accusations of not caring, foot-stamping and refuses to get out of the car. Everything in fact except "I'll scweam and scweam until I'm sick". The true awfulness of not having her 'phone was really hitting home. She hasn't looked up from it for ten years. Mum gets out of the car and walks around the car park until the hysterics have died down. S.d. then asks "what will I do on the train?" "Look out of the window at the lovely countryside or buy a magazine and read it, or just think".

We shall see this evening what effect her first non-gorming day has had. It must be odd to see the world for real rather than through a screen.