The more observant amongst you will have noticed that I haven't been feeling too communicative of late...hence the gap between this post and the one before it...but some of life's questions require answers that, I have to admit dear reader, I cannot provide for myself. And so I meekly look upwards to cyberspace for guidance.
Take, for instance, The Eurovision Song Contest.
...and to think I watched Will & Grace in preference. I clearly need to pay more attention. From Church-Burnings to Terry Wogan, it's been one helluva wild ride into peak-time Family-Viewing for Heavy Metal's sinister, satanic, even more socially awkward cousin ... and all while I was watching the Other Channel.
Adding to the confusion is the fact that the nation's privatised water companies are still making record profits, and shareholders are still raking it in... Blimey, it's nothing short of Sorcery sir!
From where I write this, Summer is currently on hold and it's been raining day and night non-stop for over a week, presumably adding to the impending Drought situation that pretty soon we'll all be digging deep into our pockets to pay for.
There's no denying that the UK has always had a problem gathering, processing, and storing water, (which for an island upon which it rains for 300 days a year is pretty special, I'm sure we'd all agree).
However, figures from Ofwat, the UK's water regulator, reveal that water companies are leaking 3.6 billion litres of water per day.
The worst offender, Thames Water, loses 915 million litres of water every single day.
You don't need to be an economist to see where the money should be going.
Thus we find ourselves in a peculiar state of affairs that sees drought-orders being issued in some areas and flood-warnings in others.
This particular travesty is worthy of the masses marching on Downing Street in protest, it truly is.
Just when you thought that the Blair government had run out of positions in which to screw you, they go and find another.