Those Magnificent Men...

Just been watching a programme on domestic slavery on Channel 4, and this after watching the excellent Counterfeiters last night - I'm once again despairing at the cruelty of man towards his fellow man. There's another, uplifting, way of looking at the spirit of others, the fight against injustice that is taken up by some. Some care, and while that remains the case there will at least remain outrage. I urge you. Get angry.

A more relaxed thought is that the Bass Rock trip tomorrow is 99% likely to go ahead. Absolutely everything is getting crossed in the hope that the weather holds as it is supposed to; and the swell dies down by the afternoon as it is supposed to.

Random points of interest: a new series starting soon on Channel 4 called My Family's Crazy Gap Year looks like being a bunch of middle class eejits settign off on the journey of a lifetime before finding out it's a little harder than they imagined from their chintzy front rooms and then whingeing about it safe in the knowledge that if it gets really hard, well, they can just come home to comfort whenever they want. I'll be exercising the remote to the off position.

And yesterday when the shopping got delivered it appears we were given one item from another person's shopping. Some rather vile looking Herta chicken frankfurters... A check of the ingredients confirmed just how much 'chicken' was involved. Stuck with the fact that we couldn't feed them to our chooks (given there was a small amount of chicken present we didn't want to be seen to be encouraging cannibalism); instead they were put on the roof of the shed - in the slight hope of attracting the Sparrowhawk. But hell, not even the Crows or Gulls would eat them. A cat appeared on the roof, and wandered off in apparent disgust. The fox came. And went.

Something overnight has taken them, but by eck it took a while before anyone (or anything) thought them edible. My money is on a passing zombie. He's dead already. Eating such an item of food isn't going to have quite as detrimental effect. Maybe. It might equate to having his head chopped off. But if so he's obligingly finally passed fully on to the other side in someone else's garden.

If there's a gannet in tomorrow's photo then we managed to land on the Rock. Remember, cross everything.