Attacked from behind!

Today saw me travelling down south for Christmas, a journey that on the whole passed calmly enough. until an escalator going down to the Thameslink station at St Pancras.

I heard a woman shouting loudly up above me, and next thing, a very large suitcase crashed into me from behind. I have no idea if she was trying to warn me, or whatever, but… Fortunately I had my boots on, and to be honest, they took all the hit, not my legs, thank goodness. If I’d had shoes on, and that had hit me in the back of my legs, I hate to think.

Anyway, a short while later, a member of staff at the station came up to me, asked if I was OK, and confirmed that, barring a bit of surprise, I was fine. No, the woman involved in the incident wasnt with him, but someone else was, so clearly they’d seen the incident, and tipped him off.

Fine, and finally, to cut a short story short, there is no video tonight, as you can gather, I’m away for a few days, and dont have headphones, so cant check that videos are playing OK, as per normal. So tonight, you can either have a little peace, or you can go on You Tube, and make your own choice, lol.

But yes, I could do with some protective armour, or robot outfit, for good purposes now!

 

But baby, its cold out there!

If anyone should happen to be thinking, I wonder what Harlean would really love for Christmas, I’m happy to give you an idea, assuming such a thing exists. Oh fine, a fully interfacing robot suit would be sheer heaven, but might be a shade expensive, even if it existed, so I might have to pass on that. But if anyone has one going spare…?

Its fair to say I’ve been lucky this summer, in that most of the time the weather has been warm (or hot), and reasonably dry, most of the time. This is because, the 3 things my back really hates, are cold weather (anything much below 50 issues start, and get much worse below 40), high winds, and rain, as they make the fracture in my back feel far more painful.

So, what I was thinking, if such a thing exists, is that wouldnt it be handy if I had a thermal (heated as well would be nice) full bodysuit that I could use during the winter. Oh fine, I probably need 2 or 3 to get me through a working week, but even 1 would be a help. Does such a thing even exist? I know, you can get vest things, and leggings, but I really need to be able to keep the cold out everywhere! I know, if it came in silver, would be heaven, but in truth, any color would do, my back wouldnt care!

Does something like this exist, or is there anything even vaguely close to this that exists? If so, please let me know. Equally, if someone fancies designing one, also, let me know! Because yes, the warmer my back is, at all times, the better! In practice, I cant (and I’m sure most buying presents for me) afford anything at too crazy a price, but if it clears a lot of my back pain, it may still be worth it?

But yes, if someone wants to supply, or buy for me, so much the better!

OK, video time. Fine, I have no idea why I havent used this before? It has a 20’s feel to it, including the most gorgeous flapper dress (would love the adult, size 16 UK version of this), and one of the most wonderful singers of this era too. And yes, just perfect for this blog!

 

Making America Stupid again,and a probable farewell to Inverness

Oh fine, I wasnt going to post again tonight, but enough has happened today to make it worthwhile, so lets roll with it.

The day started with some amusement, and helped to convince me that Trump followers really are idiots, or some of them, anyway. It actually started positively (if you ignore the earlier sighting on news of Trump doing a fist pump at a 9/11 memorial service, for heavens sake. Is he, and his fans complete idiots? Oh fine, seemingly, but more on that shortly.

Some very efficient service from a nice man at Scotrail assistance, means Eric will not need to walk miles at Edinburgh Waverley on the return journey, assistance arranged! But then to today’s journey, and the moment of idiocy. There were at least 2 signs, that I noticed, advising customers that there were no seat reservations on the train we were catching to Aviemore, due to, as I found out later, a printer issue.

So fine, no great fuss, got in a pair of seats, ready for the journey, and then… This American elderly man, wearing, you’ve guessed it, one of the dreaded M.A.G.A hats came up to us, and told us we were in his reserved seats. I politely explained, just as the conductor was again confirming it over the speaker system, that there were no reserved seats. His only reply (and its fair to comment, there was little sign of intelligence in his eyes, was to repeat what he said, and glare at us again. After 3 rounds of this, I decided that beating my head against a Trump fan, with an IQ roughly around zero, was a pointless exercise, so we gave up, and moved.

He then started bemoaning us to his wife, who miraculously pointed out to him that we were right, there were no reserved seats on the train. Anyway, one of his other companions/family members gave a face that was clean out of Redneck territory at the whole event, best described as a gurn. No, I’m not sure his IQ was as high as zero! Thankfully, we were only going one stop, so soon left them behind, about 35 minutes later.

The steam train ride was nice. Cant remember the last time before this I rode a steam train, definitely cant remember the last time I had a meal on one! Anyway, back to Aviemore at 14.08, and… we proceeded, after about 30 minutes wait, to get the 12.23 to Inverness! No, I’m not kidding, there was an issue with a freight train further down the line, it was running about 2 and a quarter hours late! Now, in this country, when you have this much of a delay, you get a refund on your ticket. Thing is, we were actually booked on an anytime ticket, which even though that wasnt our planned train, we could have claimed for the delay. Thing is, we had reserved seats for the 14.40, so if anyone checked, we werent actually delayed, but a few minutes early.

I’ll be honest, if worthwhile money was involved (£9.75 each), and I wasnt a civil servant, I probably would have gone for it anyway. But yeah, I can just see the headlines, if anyone found out, so for that much money, no go. Honest, but stupid, probably!

Lastly, after we got back to the hotel, and Eric settled down for a nap, I took a stroll back up into Inverness, one last time, probably. I cant see me being back anytime soon, and in truth, a few years after that, I probably, quite literally wont be going anywhere, lol! Body might last a few more years, but I suspect not many, and the odds on being back up here, not good.

So, when I was a child (as I have mentioned before), I had some distant relative who lived in the Highlands, at Kinlochleven, of a very similar age to me. She, as I suspect young Scottish children do, was from time to time, dressed in her clan colors, Maclaine of Lochbuie. At one time, I had a tie, and a plaque in said colors, but both have long since passed from my ownership in time, and moves. Anyway, I thought it might be fun to look for a dress, or skirt in said clan colors, but unsurprisingly, I couldnt find any, its not one of the popular clans, shall we say? But those I did, well over £100, so definitely not going to happen, regardless! Oh fine, lets include the clan name as a category, I might get offered a skirt, or dress in clan colors, though I wont hold my breath on that!

And thats about it! Tomorrow we head back down south, end of the break. Lets just say I’m looking forward to some lay ins, in the morning, for the last 3 days of my break! Eric, please note, lol!

I dont know what to say about video suggestions, to be honest. Last Farewell, Roger Whitaker, maybe?

Edited to add the video at home

(Hive) Queen of Wishful Thinking

So fine, this blog had started to drift away from the weird, wonderful, and mind control, but it seems to be getting back more to form of late, lol! You could say this is technology news, combined with some mind control fantasies, I guess.

So, to explain, in Mind Control story terms, Drones are the sort of mindless beings that make obedient robots seem to have empathy. They literally have no thoughts of their own, sometimes they just receive commands from their controllers, or sometimes, like the Borg in Star Trek, all are assimilated to think as one.

For most ordinary folk though, drones are these tiny, flying things that people either use to take location film that would otherwise be tricky to do, other than at great cost, to deliver small packages, or just to annoy people by flying close to them, creating noise in the process.

Anyway, about a week ago, I was sort of watching the breakfast news, while on my laptop, and I heard something about drone creation technology being used in West Yorkshire. I’m sorry, but given I was on a sci-fi site at the time, my mind drifted immediately to the other kind of drone mentioned above.

But no, my hopes that someone in West Yorkshire might consider turning me into a mindless, obedient robot drone only lasted about 2 minutes, before I discovered it was the flying things, and that the local Fire Service were planning to use them in future, especially designed to be able to be used in areas of high heat, namely fires. Ah well…

Then 2 days ago, I saw an article on MSN, that seemingly throughout the world, about 50 of these drone flying things would take off and fly around for a short while before returning to base, seemingly not piloted from the ground. Hive mind drone controller, of the flying kind, hmm? No, the article cast no light on why this was happening.

So I guess I’ll still have to wait to be part of the collective human drone kind, unless said event is warming up to doing that as well, in which case I hope they give me a call, as that is one collective I’d love to be part of.

But for now, it just seems to be the flying drones, but I can wish…?

Which all leads to tonight’s video. A lesser hit from over 30 years ago, that no one but me, and my hive mind collective (I wish!) would remember, or be allowed to remember, probably!

If I Could?

Is it ironic, or depressing that I was asked today what I wanted for my 60th Birthday present, and I hadnt got a clue! I could come up with a few impossible dreams, like a new body, a fully interfacing robot suit, or a nice flying saucer, but when it comes to talking of something realistic, and practical, I hadnt got a clue! Oh, I also wouldnt mind having a share of Clara Johnson’s dancing skills for the 20’s party at Blackpool next month, on my birthday, but thats not going to happen either! A reliable public transport service would also be nice, but never going to happen!

I’d love to say my lack of ideas is because I dont need anything, but I’d be kidding you if I said that. But most of the things I might need, are boring articles like bras, shoes, and the like, and really, in truth, I would love to think that the 60 milestone should be, I dont know, more exciting than that?

Oh fine, a spectacular dress might be nice, but how often would I wear it? Especially given that most of the really spectacular dresses arent items you can just put in a washing machine to launder?

But yes, if anyone has any bright ideas what a ‘crazy’ old lady might want for her birthday, within a pretty sensible budget, feel free to suggest away. Please note, that unless you’re in a position to provide said robot suit, flying saucer, or something similar, there is no point in suggesting it, however much I might enjoy them! Just remember, I’m not in great physical health before suggesting anything too wild in that sense, either! But fine, if someone wants to tell me they can arrange for me to look like, and be able to dance like a young Clara Johnson, on my birthday, try stopping me! No, not going to happen, but I can dream…?

Seriously, if anyone can think of anything I should be suggesting, please, please let this crazy old lady know! I would say thanks in advance, but knowing that no one is going to suggest, is there any point?

Tonights video, not strictly the blog title, but close enough. A big name line up, star performance of the song!

If I believed it was the 1920’s?

Alright, I suspect there might be a few readers here who miss the more entertaining (aka weird) postings I used to make here, and dream of the old days. Certainly judging by the stats, they still seem pretty popular, so…?

Thinking forward to Blackpool next month, and the showing of Some Like It Hot, and those of us doing the 1920’s thing, as volunteers, I was just wondering what it would be like if some (or all) of the volunteers actually thought they had been whisked to modern day Blackpool, from those glorious days!

No, I’m not suggesting actual mind control devices as such, though I might not say no, but just say, for example, a hypnotist made those of us happy for it to be done to us (which obviously includes me!) think we were actually from the 1920’s? Might make any flappers even more fun to be around! No, I think my days of being a cute young flapper (without a rejuvenation machine) would be beyond me, but for some…? Not that I would say no to a full frisky young flapper makeover, mind!

I just think it might make it even more fun for the modern day public, if those ’20’s folk’ actually thought they were from the 1920’s! I know, probably the only one who would think this was fun, but you never know? Anyway, if by sheer luck, any hypnotist from Blackpool area, or someone that knows such a person reads this, then yes, I’d love it done, even if at 60, I wont be young, and not too cute! Mind, I suppose the issue of changing everyone (or just me) back again afterwards might make it all a bit complex? Ah well…?

Mind, if it didnt happen that I changed back, only after I slept, it wouldnt be the first time I’ve ‘travelled’ as a 20’s flapper! Mind, she was prepared for modern life, but I guess we would have to be this time, as allegedly at least, no one from the 20’s would know about things like cell phones lol!…angelic look…

PS If anyone in the area reading this, wants details of the evening, either comment to me, or go on Winter Gardens website, and check out Some Like It Hot night.

Video time. Old song, modern version, quite apt under the circumstances, just maybe?

Fly me to Pluto, or somewhere more exotic?

This blog is brought to you by a crazed mind, who had no internet from getting home yesterday evening, until lunchtime today. Its also a tribute to the crazy TV programs that someone here watches when he has nothing better to do as well. Yes, love you, Eric!

The thing was whatever happened to the internet here yesterday, had no effect on the main TV downstairs. However, my ancient old box upstairs sort of failed to work in sympathy, so I ended up coming downstairs this morning, because, lets face it, there wasnt anything I could do in my room.

So anyway, after some serious TV, some cricket highlights were over, the TV got turned over to what I can only call one of those crank channels (H2?), full of programs about alien abductions, and the like. Some of it absolutely crazy, some of it that makes you wonder, and fine, some that just makes me jealous!

Seriously, please, if aliens want to abduct humans for experimentation, implantation, brainwashing, or even just a quick space flight around the universe, why dont they ever abduct people like me who would enjoy it? Or is it more fun for them to abduct people who are going to hate it, perversity, or something?

Fine, I know you’re going to ask at this point, do I believe in alien lifeforms visiting Earth? I know all logic says its impossible, there are no feasibly inhabited planets in our own Solar System (for which I’m including Pluto), and even then, the time it takes our craft to even reach Mars, let alone beyond that point, not really practical, is it? At the same time, on that basis, we’re assuming alien spacecraft can travel no faster than any of ours, and lets face it, if they are smart enough to travel to Earth, from beyond where, then who is to say they cant travel at the speed of light, or faster, when it suits?

So yes, occupants of interplanetary craft (and no, thats not the video, lol, though you might wish it was!), if you need a human that would be happy to experience anything you might fancy trying, or to just impress with how fast you can coast around our solar system, then I’m your girl! PLEASE!

In a sense, I apologize for tonights video, in that its far from the greatest song of all time. But lets face it, Star Trek encountered plenty of aliens, so…