Mobi – Babble
I’m slowly getting back to normal after my horrendous chest infection. I’ve resumed my late afternoon walks, but find that I get tired quite quickly, so I am limiting them in both duration and pace. I am not sure if my fatigue is due to the after effects of the infection, or my heart valve problem, so I will take it easy for a week or so and see how things go.
I am also sleeping a lot – ‘cat napping’ in the late afternoon or evening, and come 10.30 at night, I can hardly keep my eyes awake, invariably sleeping for up to 10 hours. I guess my body is telling me something after all the recent punishment it has been through.
I will now await my follow-up visit to Rajavithi hospital on 4th April when I will be assessed by the surgeon and his team before they make a final decision on whether to operate.
As regards the conflicting opinions between the ‘private’ and ‘public’ sector; well, my medical advisor has told me that there is no way a government hospital would recommend operating if it wasn’t absolutely necessary, as they always have a huge backlog of patients. She also said that if I wait for my symptoms to become more manifest, then I will only increase the risks when I do finally have it done. Anyway, I’ll just take it easy, and see what transpires on 4th April.
On other fronts, I can report that I am still very happy with my little Noo and the longer she stays with me, the more I realise that I have been so lucky to find her. She really is a veritable gem of a lady and she looks after me like no other lady has ever done in my entire life.
It is many months since I wrote about my ‘sex addiction’ and my propensity for stopping by girlie bars and indulging in a bit of instant gratification. This is because, save a couple of trips – which in themselves were quite a while ago – I have completely ceased these activities.
I had intended to write about those two last forays when they happened, but for one reason or another, I didn’t get around to it. All I will say is that I derived little or no enjoyment from either of those visits, and realised that I finally seemed to have moved on.
Sex addiction – or addiction to ‘girlie bars’ is in many ways much like any other addiction. Every day, you get the ‘urge’ to go and seek out some lovely young thing, and sometimes the urge is so strong that you might go to extraordinary lengths to satisfy yourself. Some of you may recall that in my ‘hay day’, I would think nothing of taking in half a dozen short time bars on a single day.
But just like fags and booze, the longer you abstain, the more these urges start to fade from your consciousness. But additionally, with my sex addiction, the mere fact that I have everything I could possible hope for from my gorgeous and highly sexed lady at home, means that my sexual exploits in bars were proving less and less exciting.
Even a short time ago, I couldn’t pass one of my regular girlie establishments, without a sudden desire to enter and see if there were any new, nubile young ladies around for the taking. But now, I can honestly say that the thought simply doesn’t cross my mind.
I can’t put my hand on my heart and swear that I will never go into such places again, but I think it is extremely doubtful. If I do, it will probably only be with someone who wants me to ‘show him around’.
And before you say that it’s just a sign of me getting old and sick, well I can assure you that despite all my ails and pains, my sexual appetite has shown no signs of waning, and apart for a few days when I really was extremely sick, Noo and I still enjoy close encounters of the sexual kind on a more or less daily basis – and this is after being together now for nearly 18 months.
You may have noticed that I have taken yet another break from my novel writing. Well, the break was more or less enforced due to my illness, and I decided that if I was going to do any writing at all, it was better to try and keep my blog going, and not disappoint my regular readers.
As the ‘break’ was initially forced on me, I have decided prolong the hiatus so that I may get up to date on a few other matters before returning to my novel. So this week I have been sorting out all my external hard disk storage files, updating my music collection and burning some more MP3 disks to play in the new auto. Next, I will update and sort my photo collection, before returning to my novel, either next week or the week after at the very latest.
However, my eldest daughter and her husband are coming on 2nd April for 2weeks, so it is unlikely that I will do much writing during that period. Never mind…plenty of time. My target is to have it finished by the end of August, so once my daughter has gone home, I will start the big push.
The Bounty of Sport.
I have railed against the obscene amount of money in most professional sports on a number of occasions in these blogs. But I have always had a love of sport and follow almost every sport imaginable, with one or two significant exceptions.
The main exceptions, which I think I have written about before, are sports which I pretty much detest: horse racing and motor racing. I guess it no coincidence that both sports are as much to do with very expensive, ‘non-human factors’ as with the skills of the sportsmen or women involved. Without the best horse or the latest car, the ‘sportsman’, with all the skills in the world, are nothing.
I particularly abhor the gambling culture which, let’s face it, is the Reason d’etre for all forms of horse racing and which has led to so many criminal scandals I would hardly know where to begin to enumerate them.
Motor racing, which in most of its forms, is just a boring farce, and only ever becomes exciting when there is a crash or one of the teams changes the tyres too slowly, involves such unbelievable amounts of money – quite possibly into the billions of dollars annually – that I cannot personally see by any reasonable criteria of definition, it can be called a sport.
Even my beloved football, (soccer to you Yanks), which I have supported since I was a young lad, has changed so much through the years, that these days my enthusiasm is at such a low level that I hardly have any desire to watch a live game.
It was the terrible hooliganism which swept through the sport in the 80’s and led to some terrible tragedies which first turned me off, and later it was the incredibly huge amounts of money, which has turned it from a sport into a cynical, no holds barred, business. First Chelsea, and soon, no doubt, Manchester City, have/will buy themselves Premier League titles, utilising riches so enormous that they could underwrite a small nation’s economy.
It is such a shame that whereas once, in my youth, we had a whole range of sports in which individuals or teams pitted their skills against like-minded individuals or teams and whoever won, we could enjoy and applaud both winners and losers. We knew they had all given their all, and had been proper ‘sportsmen’ in the truest sense of the word.
But these days, from the billions upon billions of dollars ploughed into just about every world sport, to the unbelievably open corruption in Blatter’s FIFA, to the almost criminal plans to stage – yet again – a Formula One Race in Bahrain – a country which rapes, tortures and jails its citizens without trial – to the increasingly corrupt practices in cricket emanating from the sub-continent, to the countless drug cheats in every imaginable sport, we have to face the fact that sport is no longer really sport.
It is, purely and simply, a series of businesses controlled and abused by businessmen to feather their own nests and to revel in the hubris derived from being regarded as some perverted kind of a ‘winner’.
Back in the late seventies, when I was living in Thailand, I became quite a fan of American football, as a full length match was shown on Channel 3 live every Sunday, and I could listen to the English (American) soundtrack on a specially designated FM radio frequency.
My favourite teams were the Pittsburgh Steelers and the New York Giants, but I had a sneaking respect for many others, including the Dallas Cowboys, (what a great bunch of Cheerleaders!), The Denver Broncos and the New England Patriots.
Then, when I returned to live in the UK in the early 80’s, Channel 4 decided to promote coverage of the sport so I was able to continue my interest. These days, I just take a passing interest in reading who has progressed to the play-offs, as there is little or no TV coverage, although I did luck out this year when I found the Super bowl was being carried live on my local cable TV station. And of course, as those who follow this sport will know, the underdogs, my New York Giants, had a famous victory.
American Football, like all major world sports, is awash with huge amounts of money, and while I understand that an essential element of the sport, like rugby, is the underlying violence, I was truly amazed to read a few days back about the scandal of ‘bounty payments’ in the NFL.
It came to light from an announcement made by the NFL, (National Football League), that New Orleans Saints defensive players were paid for “big hits” that took opponents out of play.
“Knockouts” were worth $1,500 and “cart-offs” $1,000, with payments doubled or tripled for the NFL play-offs. If this wasn’t bad enough, reports have now emerged in the national press concerning similar bounty programs that have been in place at the Washington Redskins, Buffalo Bills and Tennessee Titans.
I have no doubt that as time goes on we shall learn of yet more teams involved in this kind of reprehensible practise. It has probably been endemic for years.
Is this a new low in the world of sport, or am I just a silly old, naïve fuddy duddy?
Albert, we placed our trust in you, but the vile stench of betrayal has been wafting in our nostrils for several months now.
Yes folks, it was with great astonishment, and not a little distress suffered by a whole gamut of Nobel prize winners , that the world of science was told last September that subatomic particles, known as neutrinos, can exceed the speed of light.
It goes without saying that this announcement, made by a team of Italians known as the ‘Opera Group’, was met with scepticism, as it would – in one fell Italian swoop – throw Einstein’s theory of relativity into complete disarray.
Just imagine it; the theory upon which almost every scientific discovery and development has been made during the past century, and the theory that every student of physics throughout the world based the foundation of his learning, was now open to question. First and foremost, Einstein stated categorically that nothing in the universe could go faster than the speed of light. The Speed of light, without any shadow of Einstein’s doubt, was the Universe’s absolute speed limit.
Oh woe was me….were we undone?
Now, after months of hand wringing and uncertainty, another team, known as the ‘Icarus Group’, based at the same laboratory, has weighed in, having already cast some doubt on the original Opera claim. In November, the Icarus group showed in a paper posted on-line that in their view, the neutrinos displayed no such naughty behaviour.
However, they have now supplemented that ‘indirect’ opinion with a test, just like the one carried out by the Opera team. The Icarus experiment used 600 tonnes – 430,000 litres – of liquid argon to detect the arrival of neutrinos sent through 730km of rock from the Cern laboratory in Switzerland to the Gran Sasso underground laboratory in Italy.
The result was amazing! They concluded that the neutrinos do indeed travel at the same speed as light.
“We are completely compatible with the speed of light that we learn at school,” said a spokesman for the Icarus collaboration, in perfect Italian English. “Now we are 100% sure that the speed of light is the speed of neutrinos.”
Phew! Don’t you feel so much better now? At long last we can sleep in peace, in the safe knowledge that the opera-loving, spaghetti eating scientists got it wrong, and that after all, poor, maligned Einstein was right all along.
Apparently, it took the strangely named Icaruses so long to verify their results because they were missing some crucial information from Cern. What was that information? you may ask. And well you might. The answer, ladies and gents – and believe me I am not making this up – yes, the vital information that took 4 more months to obtain was…. the precise departure time of the neutrinos…
Maybe they should have asked them what time they departed when they arrived at Grand Central station – oh so sorry, at Grand Sasso, and saved us all this terrible anguish!
As for the opera Group, well maybe they should stick to opera, or maybe they should put themselves under house arrest, like their infamous fellow Italian whose speciality is entertaining Moldovan whores and sinking ocean liners.
BUTT…BUTT…BUTT… I don’t give a hoot…