I want those weapons

Elysium

We got a right bargain. A man in the car park, driving out, gave us his ticket with over two hours left on it. Poundland was open for sweets at a fraction of the cinema price (a bag of Haribo, a box of Maltesers, and a bag of pear drops). We cashed in a loyalty card freebie and it was 25% off Monday. DLL and me: £5.02. That's great value.

The film's good. Good story, good effects, good action, good cast. Nothing not to like. Difficult to say much more without giving too much away.

We also found that I love futuristic weapons. If they were more readily available, I'd be hovering around the futuristic weapons section in Sainsburys all the time.

I'd have the target seeking supersonic rockets (people speeding down my road). I'd definitely have those saucer-sized flying saucer things with the cameras and bullets, and those dustbin lid drones with all the fire power. At the moment student loans, Clarissa Dixon-Wright and the badger culler at Defra would be the immediate targets, along with the old faithfuls (Westminster, HMRC, Old Trafford).

Rotary washing line repairs

BLISS had me help her play about mending the rotary washing line for ages. The repair cord got tangled. There was the usual banter and stuff. It got untangled and retangled.

Eventually I asked whether she had the remotest intention of hanging any washing on it, as the tumble drier was running.

“No” she said. Apparently, this was hilarious. “Absolutely not.”

Windows updates downloading

Look, Windows, the very reason I don't set updates to automatic is so that I can watch the United v Chelsea game on Sky Go without spending most of the evening watching the spinney thing and the words buffering 0% done. So why do you still go online, warn me that the settings I've chosen still obtain, and then start an automatic download in any case? This is, remember, one of those editions of Windows supposed to be reasonably capable of doing its job.

Recycling the glass...

...was made a labour of love by the container with just the high-level, small diameter portholes along the side. There wasn't a feedback form, so I couldn't tick the box that said:

Look, I don't want to watch my precious time tick away while posting recycling jars, bottles, and the like through silly little holes one by one. I want to pull up, lob the stuff, and get away. Sharpish. The sharpisher the better, actually. A big open lid would do the trick.

It seems symptomatic of the waste disposal industry. Small stuff, bin, big stuff, tip, has become sifted, sorted or just take it elsewhere for the rubbish, and the tip is a no-go zone of yellow vests and hard hats and clipboards directing users here and there. Some seem to love it, the queue, an age to park, carting your crap to a hundred different containers before it all goes off to the same hole in the ground anyway. Tips are like many other places, necessary evils to be got into and away from just as quickly as possible.