This morning we were in the local French supermarket. There was a Welsh couple there. {We can hear English language a mile off.} Instead of joining the short disabled and pregnant woman check out queue with us. They chose a much longer queue. In case they were challenged for not being spastic or pregnant enough. It was very British, avoid, avoid, don’t make a scene. {Whatever you do.}

I am pretty crippled and if we are challenged we could play the two-cancer joker card for the wife. We will trump you…

I checked up on my flat mate from this morning’s dream. He is now emeritus. His university reported a £30 million deficit last year over 10% of their total budget. It is possible that as part of euphemistic  “re-structuring” his expensive subject area was curtailed and he was offered a “package”.

It reminded me of just how crap British people can be in “awkward” situations. When I left Imperial near two decades ago it was very poorly handled. Basil Fawlty and Manuel could have done a much better job. I don’t recall any goodbyes. Nobody gave a heartfelt “sorry to see you go”. Retrospectively it was shit, gauche and indicative of their poor interpersonal skills.

I was on an active research grant at the time. I never got to see the report write up on the grant even though I was named on it. When I mucked about on Research Gate a few years ago I found out that my name was on a published paper. One that I had never seen nor was I aware of. By magic I had written a research paper without knowing it. Elsewhere further commentary was made on me without my having sight of what was written. No doubt they justified this to themselves. I suspect they came up with a “reason” to avoid.

“Don’t mention the war. Don’t mention Alan!”

We watch “First Dates” and when asked at the end of the show if they would go on another date, the so-called heterosexual male in a trial couple often pleads “ladies first” and gets the woman to say yay or nay. This is not very masculine and has a pass the buck mentality. It makes me embarrassed that men behave like this. They should man up and take the risk.

People might be good scientists but they might be poor at being decent human beings. They may have no spine, little courage and lack a pair.

The theme of “making plans for Nigel” has once again reared its head in the dream. People imagine I might like something, might want something. They in their omniscience then forget to ask. They don’t ask me.

How could I possible not be on board with whatever cunning plan they have dreamed up? They after all know best.

“He is bound to like what we have schemed for him…”

Well maybe not…

If people want to behave like arses then it is their prerogative so to do…

Same shit different day, methinks…

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