Sleepless in Gormenghast

I seem to have lost a week somewhere.

Perhaps I put the clocks too far forward last night. All this chopping and changing with GMT and BST is causing me a form of nano-jetlag. (Yes, I know that half yearly does not necessarily constitute frequent temporal changes but that depends if your bones work on geological time).

 

I'm not sleeping well.

Maybe it's too much coffee at the new "cafe du poodle", perhaps it's frustration at still not getting Combat Commander to the table or - more likely - it is the elbow in the ribs which I keep receiving during the night. (My sinuses are playing up, again).

The spare room beckons.

 

Regardless, don't expect any sense out of me for awhile. 

 

Talking of nonsensical, the country (and more, specifically, the press) is up in arms because the Home Secretary has claimed expenses, for her husband, which includes two 'adult' movies.

 

Apparently, while she was away on parliamentary business he was stuck at home with little else to do but watch the telly. What's interesting is that everyone is focussing, and frankly moralising, about the fact that the tax payer is footing the bill for his night of debauchery. And yet he also watch Ocean's Thirteen twice, presumably because he couldn't follow the plot line, and "Surfs Up" - but no one seems too bothered about this even though the public had to foot the bill there as well.

 

So is it ok to claim for films as long as they are not of questionable taste ? And who decides ?

Actually, I believe that the choice of Surf's Up shows a lack of balanced decision making.

 

When I go away on business I'm not allowed to claim for any Pay TV although, interestingly, I can drink myself stupid in the bar.

Which is good news as I'm off to Dublin, for a few days, today.

Hopefully that will help me sleep.