@CalamityJane,
The pub is the only place where neighbours can gather at the end of the day to swap unmediated information in an atmosphere of bonhomie and good cheer. Pubs are the last bastion of freedom.
Provision of "entertainment" is a form of prostitution. In Rural England we do not need entertainment. It's all twee and faked up anyway.
The angst ridden and anomic city slicker, depending upon mediated information, soon comes to the point of having her brain made congruent with the prevailing interest of the mediating authority. Which means she is, to all intents and purposes, rendered comatose and is only unaware of the fact by making sure she only socialises with other comatose people. This saves her from ever having to face up to unpalatable truths. It's the "clockwork orange" mode of existence.
It was wonderfully entertaining festering in bed this morning until 11.15 am. After a light breakfast of apple juice, porridge, a banana, tea and two roll-ups, an afternoon's fester on the sofa watching the desperate relegation battles in the Premier League and reading Rabelais, there is the five course dinner. A snooze. A bit of goofing off on A2K. A long hot soak. Return to pub. Ogle Charlotte's jugs. Getting an argument going. Back home to see Sky News to keep track of the silly soddery. Cocoa etc. And back to lovely bed with electric blanket on Mach 4 in time for CBS News to see what top class silly soddery looks like. Ten minutes of the O'Reilly Factor and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
What's it like Cal running around like a blue-arsed fly all day long being "entertained"?
Is it really true that Mr Huckabee is running for president? He has no chance imo. In a short discussion of the 8 Republican candidates who have "popped out" so far it was said that being candid with the voters was strictly off the agenda.
