Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 8-9-2017

That’s a thought … 

I’ve got the radio on: or, at least, Radio 4 is on, on my digital TV.

The Today programme, so you know.

Of course, they’ve had a brief item on Le Carré’s latest work, A Legacy of Spies: the most recent, and possibly the last, to feature Le Carré’s most famous character.

Smiley … 

They made a rather good point.

That Bond?   Is not a spy: he’s really a hired gun, an assassin.

Smiley, on the other, is something Britain is rather good at.

Being not a spy … but a wizard … 

I’m not sure if they have a thought, there, or not: but the fact the character’s an old fashioned sort of spy, a wizard in the sense that his powers come from knowing that one extra fact?

Certainly made sense to me.

And matches very well wit Alec Guinness’s other well known role: of a wizard with a magic sword* … 

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Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 7-9-2017: The Blitz

Oh, now I hate that … !

I like the odd punt, every so often.

A couple of quid on the Thunderball, if you must know.

I try and keep an eye on it.

After all, I know I have my issues with the demon drink: so keeping an eye open on other potentially addictive behaviours is sensible.

But … ?

A couple of quid on a dream … ?

Or, at least, on the hopes of huge amounts of money?

That I can live with.

Although I suspect that, like Mavis Wanczyck, the winner of the biggest lottery prize in US history, I’d rather have a big pot of cash.

Couldn’t we all just?

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Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 6-9-2017

Handy!

I’ve just had next week’s rota in.

As I’ve actually got next weekend — the 15th to the 17th — off!

The first one I’ve had for a while.

Frankly?

I’m looking forward to it.

OK, granted, I won’t be doing much more than usual.

And I’m working a lot of nights between now and than.

But still … 

It’s a weekend off … 

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Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 5-9-2017

It’s official.

And sad.

Remember I told you my trip to work was partially held up, last week: as the police were investigating an attack that had happened, on Warley Hill.

Literally five minutes from my from door.

It’s not what you want to see: especially when you consider it could easily have been worse.

It turns out … that things have got worse.

It turns the victim died of his injuries, on Saturday night: Saturday the 2nd of September, Keanu Reeves ’ birthday, if you must know.

Yes, I know: the gall of linking the two is a bit much.

But I mention to give myself a reminder of what I’d been doing … 

On the day a man died, yards from my front door.

Frankly?

Well … I wrote several things in a post last night: I’d watched the opening episodes of series three of American Horror Show, Coven.

But this thought stays with me.

That the phrase, ‘murder on the streets,’is one we use lightly.

Right up until the moment a murder happens on our streets.

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American Horror Story — Series 3: Coven — Episodes 1, 2 & 3: Bitchcraft, Boy Parts & The Replacements.

4th September, 2017

It’s September 4th.

Or 4th of September, if you’re that-away inclined.

It’s a Monday.

And my day off: the last one I’m due, this week, at least.

So I’ve enough hours to be going on with, to be frank.

I do know that, this time last week?   Was a bank holiday Monday.   And getting to was tricky.

The trains?   Had been replaced by a bus service.

That bus service was delayed: as part of Warley Hill had been blocked off.

Someone had been attacked: and seriously injured in a late night brawl.

Sadly?   That person has since died of his injuries.

Right now?

My thoughts are going to his family.

My thoughts are calling the two young men who attacked him, last week, a pair of idiots: for getting drunk enough — unintentionally, no doubt — to kill.

Their bank holiday weekend has turned them into killers.

Frankly?   We throw the phrase ‘murder on the streets,’ around with such ease.

And then?

Something happens on our street.

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Hmmm … 

That’s not quite what I intended to tell you about.

Well … 

Actually, yes, I did: but what I wanted to tell you?

Was that the chap had got out of hospital, alive, well … and relatively hole.

Instead, I can’t.

Personally?   All I can say is that I’ve picked up an impression over the years.

That many of the men and woman in UK prisons of murder, are there for near enough the same reasons.

They’ve gone out for the evening … had maybe one beer too many … got into an argument … 

And found themselves, in the morning, in a police cell: being told they’d inflicted life changing, or life threatening, injuries on someone.

Any one of us could be the victim: or the killer.

Murder on the streets, eh?

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At any rate?

Most of my day has been spent feeling thoughtful about that unnamed victim, and his death.

In between that, and basic house work?

I really wanted to catch some TV: to occupy my thoughts with something lighter.

Series three of American Horror Story.

For a given value of light, obviously.

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