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June Mounds

Unbearably Hot News

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It has been far too hot in the UK for the likes of me and my fair skin. Not that it really bothers me these days. 

With the heat and humidity comes disease and destruction. Details of the disease aspect are below, but destruction — well, electronics in constant use do not do well in hot weather. Moreover, electronics in constant use sealed into metal boxes in hot weather do worse. So its not hard to imagine how hot electronics in constant use in hot metal boxes within hot metal lined concrete or brick built boxes on top of hot mountains and tall hot buildings where hot rises to make things hotter might cope in hot weather. 

Not very well.

Of course theres more than just hot electronics in boxes in constant use that your average numbers station need to bare in minds. There are maintenance restrictions — especially when there are important mindcontrol activities such as sporting events or political disenfranchisement projects such as elections taking place.  Remember, the numbers must continue to be broadcast at all times. Even during hot weather. 

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May — Part 2

Cruise News

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An enjoyable bank holiday weekend was had afloat on the English Channel. Departing the country via seaport seems to always be less stressful than via airport and that was the experience I had in Southampton — walk through body scanner, show passport, board ship — none of the bollocks with facescanning autogates.

The ship was expansive. Lots of bling. Shiney walls and floors. Lots of twinkling. At times it was like being in a floating Live Love Laugh decoration.The other passengers were a mixed bag — parties made up of stags and hens, big age birthdays, weddings and families on a jolly.  It was noisy, expensive and crowded but seasoned travellers we are, Mrs Gv2.0 and I stuck to our usual routine of finding somewhere quiet (our cabin), reading and falling asleep shortly after dinner while drinking tea (me) or water (Mrs G). 

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Cherbourg was damp but it was fun to explore an empty French seaport on a Sunday when everything was closed. I always forget how close foreign countries are to the UK. I like how everything is slightly different but the same. Takes me awhile to get used to the crossing roads and doing the Green Cross Code in reverse and since the "incident" I always end up worrying about breaking some weird foreign law like not being allowed to eat lettuce on a Tuesday or something.  

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Cottage Pie for One

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I asked an AI text generator to write me a short monologue in the style of Alan Bennett. This is the result:

As I stand alone in my tiny, dimly lit kitchenette, surrounded by the mundane aromas of a bygone era, I find solace in my comforting ritual of making cottage pie for one. The humble ingredients intertwine, creating a symphony of lingering memories and unfulfilled desires. As I meticulously peel the potatoes, I am overcome by a sense of familiarity, a glimpse into a life that could have been. Each spoonful of creamy mashed potatoes bears the weight of my regrets and unspoken dreams. Cottage pie, this humble creation, has become my companion, my constant reminder of the simple pleasures denied.