Day 106. Late in the evening (16/4/19)

Short blog at the end of a long day.

The reason for it being a long day? That's coming. Soon. For now, I'll just tell you this: it's a good one. As days go, it's a good one. It's a day that's taken somewhere between two and five years to get to. It's the next step toward other great days. Everything builds on everything else.

So, other than that, where are we? In general like?

Juventus and United are out of the Champions League. Happy with that. We beat Porto tomorrow night and all we have to contend with is the greatest player that world has ever seen rocking up in L4 in a fortnight. He's been once before but he wasn't really him yet, not the him that he is now. He was only potentially better than everybody else that's ever lived at that time. And he's bringing his mates Luis and Phil with him. Be nice to see them back. Now, beat them.

(Soundtrack: Jenny Lewis's 'On The Line' album. I'd been trying to play Springsteen's Ties That Bind collection because I saw it in a shop for thirty-five quid this morning and thought "have I got that on Apple Music?"  but Apple Music has decided to be choosy about what it's playing tonight and I'm too tired to try and figure out what's going on. So, Jenny Lewis. Bit of a Fleetwood Mac feel to it. Good album. She's got Ringo on drums. Ringo's good. Been talking about how good he is tonight. Give him a break, you'd live in LA given the chance and the choice. LA or The Dingle? Go'ead, I'm off to the States. And he's a bloody good drummer. Drummers know that. Dave Grohl knows that and you all trust him. Rambling? Me? Just to fill space? Never)

Notre Dame. Shocking. Horrible to watch last night. First went there in 76/77 with the school. Did it again with J a few years back and then for my 50th, which is magically 5 years ago now, don't know how that happened, with the kids. If we hadn't had the kids with us last time we probably wouldn't have gone in, because we'd already seen it. And because we'd seen Rome since. We'd have probably found a bar. Glad we went in.

The whole funding the restoration issue is a bit complicated though. Billionaires snap their fingers and rustle up £300m apiece to go to Notre Dame. But they're not quite as forthcoming when it comes to feeding people who need it. How are we supposed to approach that? Do we take the view that they were never going to give to the poor and dealing with the poor should be the job of governments who have enough to sort the problem of poverty a million times over and, as with our current 'the country is falling apart but it's Easter so we get a fortnight off see you in May' elected officials (and particularly the Tory part of those officials', they generally caused the bloody problem in the first place? Do we then accept that them giving to this is better than them not giving and the money coming from areas giving up funds they need?

I haven't got the answers, just sticking the questions out there.

(I HAVE got the answers. The answer is - elect socialist governments, stop voting for posh Nazis. Ta.)

Hold on.

Before the next bit.

SPOILERS!

SPOILERS!

SPOILERS!

Game Of Thrones? Seriously not staying up to three in the morning again. One episode down in a shortened last season and basically bugger all happened. Jon rode a dragon, found out who his parents really were and didn't seem overly perturbed by the fact that the revelation meant he'd inadvertently just slept with his auntie, just annoyed that she was getting his throne. Priorities?

Oh and they killed off this lad that nobody remembered they had been it in before. And they didn't show us the big villain or give us any sense that he was actually dangerous.

You've got a lot of money, lads. You're putting it on the screen, try and excite us with it before you go.

Ta.

End of short blog.

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