Well, not live because it’s saturday but at work they’ve instituted a rule of no using the heaters. It’s a nation-wide kind of thing where the govt has said to anyone who will listen that energy must be rationed. I did read that two nuclear reactors had to be shut down for different, non-catastrophic yet unscheduled reasons during the week. I don’t know if this is why I’m freezing my toes off in the office or not but I would’ve thought a good place to start would be to bring electricty prices up a bit to where people in residences thought twice about jacking the temperature metres up to 30˚C and cavorting around in their underwear, which I am told is a fairly regular thing.
It’s a good time for pie. And while I rarely mention the passing of people that I don’t personally know, here on the sunny breaks. I will make an exception with Jason Richards, kiwi-born, Australian racing car driver. And not because I thought he was an awesome driver, I wasn’t paying much attention to the V8s when he was driving, but because when I was watching the coverage of the race at Sandown a month or so back, the commentators went from their usual upbeat, jokey style (I do really like that about the V8s compared to NASCAR—no one, journalists, teams, drivers, take themselves too seriously) and they cut to Jason Richards (Jas) in the garage of the team he used to drive with. They asked him how he was going, and eventhough he was smiling and exuded a good attitude he said that he wasn’t doing that good and the cancer had got into his bones and become more aggressive. It gave me a bit of a jolt, just thinking about it. As I mentioned, I don;t know much about him but I respect that kind of attitude and tip my hat to him.