I’ve just been watching, from my bedroom window, the fireworks display celebrating the switching on of the Rugby Christmas lights and I’m reminded of that festive proverb which declares that there are 12 days of Christmas, but none of them falls in fucking November!
So after 2 postponements the UK’s new internet porn blocking law has been dropped. Preventing children from viewing porn may be a good idea but this law looked half-arsed with no one knowing how it was going to work in the real world. None of the age verification systems being touted looked foolproof and with most kids being the more computer savvy they would have had little trouble bypassing them leaving them free to view whatever they liked while dirty old men like me would be locked out.
We have almost reached the longest day and I’m sat here typing this wearing two jumpers and wondering whether I should turn the heating on. I have a theory. Whenever we have a mildish winter the following spring and summer are distinctly below average. Maybe a passing meteorologist could confirm my suspicions.