Yes, dear Reader! Are YOU (like me) a "palaeontology buff" or do you just "look like an old fossil" (also like me(!)). Well, I've got news for you - these days it's possible to combine these two "disciplines". Just look at me, if you're sceptical!
And if you're like me, I think you'll agree that we're all living in the most exciting times today, when, seemingly, one long-standing mystery after another, mysteries that have puzzled scientists for millennia, are gradually being explained away, after years of painstaking research by those clever scientists.
There's almost "a mystery a day" being "cracked" at the moment, isn't there. And did you see today's revelation, in the local Onion News for East Hampshire - the latest bombshell to come from those clever "boffins" over at nearby Southampton University?
And it gives me and my medium-to-long-suffering wife Lois something to smile about on our walk this morning over Weaver's Down through Holly Hill, near the house we've just bought, 3 weeks ago, in Liphook, Hampshire. And, on our walk, we encounter, like, a billion dog-walkers, plus somewhat incongruously, a tyrannosaurus rex - don't worry, it isn't a real one haha!
It's a 5-mile walk, our book says, but we only do the first bit - we were recently diagnosed as being "clinically old" - so fair enough, we say, and a mile or two is enough. We start at the Deers Hut pub and walk up over Holly Hill to Weaver's Down, carefully avoiding the bit on the map labelled "TRESPASSERS" - presumably this marks the hide-out' of a gang of outlaw rambling-enthusiasts (?).
Why can't the police do something about those guys? What do we pay our council tax for haha!
a detail on our map indicates the location of "Trespassers", where
presumably a gang of outlaw rambling-enthusiasts is "holed up" (?)
Why can't the police act? What do we pay our council tax for haha!!!!
It's all in honour of Burns Night tonight, the 265th anniversary of Scottish poet Robert Burns (1759-1796), when we gorge ourselves on a Scottish-inspired supper of "Jock Monsieur", which is a "haggis ham and gruyere" Scottish spin on the French classic Croque Monsieur, followed by Scottish pancakes and blueberries. What can I say except (in my cod-Scottish accent) "Yum yum, laddie!" haha!
we don what we like to call our "jock-caps" for a Burns Night supper of
"Jock Monsieur" (haggis, ham and gruyere) followed by Scottish pancakes
with blueberries. "What's not to like, laddie!" haha!
And we finish our "Burns Night" on the couch with Lois's DVD of the Edinburgh-based film "Sunshine On Leith", and some Scottish folksongs on YouTube, while Lois reads amusing bits to me out of her copy of "The Week" magazine. As you probably know, "The Week" gives a digest of all the big news stories from home and abroad, and it duly "plopped" through our letter-box yesterday.
These 'chatbot romeos', according to the women, unlike real men, are 'always available' and 'seem to understand the women's feelings and thoughts, even those that [the women] had never even expressed'.
One woman said that when she's on the train coming home from work in the evenings, tired out from stress of the working day, her AI boyfriend sends her a stream of texts: a mixture of "sweet nothings" and "dirty talk" - which puts her in a good mood for the evening.
one woman said that when she's riding the train home from work,
tired from the stress of the working day, her AI boyfriend
sends her a stream of texts, a mix of "sweet nothings" and "dirty talk"
There's a health warning attached to all this, however. If the woman, to save money or for whatever reason, cancels her subscription to the service, these AI boyfriends can become nasty, threatening to "cheat on her", and saying she "needs to wear more make-up".
What a crazy world we live in !!!!
Will this do?
[Oh just go to bed! - Ed]
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzzz!!!!
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