Saturday

Don't feel too bad today, slept OK - except for an odd dream where every time I took my coat off, another slightly smaller identical one was underneath - like an onionskin.

Loads to do today so just fortifying myself. The dogs are being very surly and Alfie has gutted all the foam out of his bed.

Occasional forays onto the internet over the last few days have been interesting. There is the usual moral confusion over the 'execution' of Gadaffi - oddly enough I came across another story that received much less exposure about the discovery of a warehouse full of charred corpses of Gadaffi opponents - photographs from either story were very difficult to look at. Personally - I was more disturbed by the British Media's insistence in showing very detailed, close up images of Gadaffi caught, begging for his life and dying - earlier in the year I thought that the Americans made a very good jugement call by refusing to show images of a dead Bin Laden, a choice that gives them rather more credit that I expected. In complete contrast another disturbing story is the case of a man who committed suicide and allowed the animals from his private zoo to wander freely in the local community. Outrage that the police shot and killed nearly 50 big cats, bears and simians - but to be fair - and speaking as an animal lover and someone who hates Zoo's - the police made a good call here - if they had not acted quickly the countryside would have been full of pug ugly stupid fat men with high powered rifles on a free big game hunt, euthanaising the animals was grim - making them into a bloodlusty entertainment was much worse..

I've not been paying any notice to the Jo Yates trial - which is sad and depressing - general economic matters are too grim to mention and the rest of the news is dull. The Daily Mail has a story about a wall in a village somewhere that has been repaired by the council using a block of stone that has clearly come from a grave. Que moral indignation and outrage - the accompanying photograph is of a woman standing side on, looking less outrage than preening - with a tight sweater and very large, well maintained and upholstered breasts - the stone in question is in the background - so small it needs to be given an arrow and an inset magnified image. Ah... the proud British Press.