No, I’m not posting a note on the weather because I live in London so that makes it a virtual impossibility of the weather actually warming up. Except, of course, for the two weeks in mid-August when the temperature goes above 85 (where exactly is the degree symbol on a key board?) degrees and something like 20 million people die of heat exhaustion.
Maybe Bob Geldof (the guy suing people for selling tickets to a concert) could have something like ‘Warm Aid’ a large charity concert to support the purchasing of air conditioners and large fans for Britain. Bob could be quoted (as he likes to be) saying something like:
“Warm Aid is my attempt to be in the papers one last time this year. I’m calling on all socialists, communists and any one with multiple piercing (not the fun type, the – wow that would be great for hanging Christmas ornaments – type) to march on Portsmouth, England. I feel having a march is a great way to have a day out without actually doing anything. This will prepare us for ‘These type of things just don’t bloody work Aid’ scheduled for the summer of 2020.”
Hmm, I may have blurred is current project with the future project. Oh well.
I may have digressed just a bit on my original topic, which wasn’t about the weather, but getting myself ready to write a fundraising application. Writing isn’t my first choice in media. It ranks just below doing laundry and washing dishes (something I’ve already done this morning so there you go) so I thought a few paragraphs in the old blog would help.
A few days ago, I read an article on ‘blogging’ warning people that the stuff they write can be seen by everyone. And to be careful on what they write. Will that happen to me?
Twenty years from now in a debate for elected office (a highly contested dog catcher post somewhere in the US no doubt) someone will bring up this blog on ‘Live 8’ and question my loyalty to silly publicity stunts. They will ask if there was anything good about it? And, I will answer “yes” because the original Pink Floyd is reforming to play the London gig.
Maybe I’m just bitter because I won’t be able to bid on eBay for the tickets.
Hands warm, time to write.
Ya’ll have a nice day.
