Bah. I was looking forward to tonight. It was to be a late one with whisky and writing down the rabid imaginings of a drunk loony. Work was not supposed to start until 5 pm tomorrow.
However, one of the temporaries currently covering the morning shifts cannot make it tomorrow. I will be doing the morning and evening shifts with a big gap in between. Just for one day.
So I must to bed, sans (very much) whisky. I hope this doesn’t leave me too knackered tomorrow night. This whisky won’t drink itself.
One thing that has been troubling me is that the attacks on smokers, drinkers and the obese do not fit with the stated aim of population reduction. If smokers and fat people die younger, if smoking in particular makes the joystick floppy and the sperm drunk, then surely depopulation would be advanced by encouraging us all to become fat, sugar-scoffing drunk smokers?
Then again, there are studies appearing lately that suggest being overweight (chubby rather than planet-shaped) can actually make you live longer and heal faster. It’s long been known that the alcohol units limit (what is it, 21 units a day or something?) is way too low and you’d have to be taking in three times that amount for a long period to do any damage at all. It’s also known that teetotallers don’t live as long as moderate drinkers.
Then there is the possibility that far from causing cancer, smoking might even reduce the risk.
Maybe all these attacks on us all really do fit with depopulation.
Maybe they are getting rid of anything good for us by pretending it’s bad for us. I really wouldn’t be surprised.
Right. Have to get this out of my head or I’ll just lie awake thinking instead of sleeping.