Unnamed men and Where Be The Data?

Lord H and I were listening to the radio on our way down to Pulborough Brooks today and the News informed us that an unnamed man had been taken in for questioning for something or other. It struck us both that surely it would be much easier for the police to round up all the unnamed men and put them somewhere they could keep an eye on them, a strategy (argghh! The "S" word - sorry ...) that would surely bring the crime rate down in leaps and bounds. I also thought it did seem unnecessarily cruel for parents not to name their children in the full and certain knowledge that said unnamed child would grow up to be a criminal. Really, the Government should make naming a child mandatory. That would help the crime rate too ...

Mind you, soon we will have no data at all with which to perform this useful exercise, as the authorities will have lost it entirely. Personally, I think it would be much more efficient simply to give all our personal information to the buggers that are stealing it in the first place, as they do seem to have the upper hand and will probably be able to take better care of it. Either that or give the Government lessons in how to steal it back. Soon we will be in the middle of the Data Wars, and will have to take sides pretty damn quick. You heard it here first.

Anyway, back to the World of Pulborough, Lord H and I have had a lovely day wandering around and staring at birds. We've managed to spot yet another water rail - far from being one of the shyest birds in the UK, I think this breed is actually something of a PR tart, as they are now throwing themselves at us at every opportunity. Either that or my mystic power as Water Rail Girl continues unabated. We also saw snipe, nuthatches, thrushes, a million (at least!) lapwing and a plethora of robins. Amongst others. Plus new birds seen today are a fieldfare, a coal tit and a marsh tit, hurrah!

Tonight, I'm dabbling in writing and preparing to make my killer rum butter. Yes, I know alcohol is supposed to be a no-no but hell it's Christmas and it's an ancient family recipe. If I didn't make it, my grandmother would come to haunt me like the Ghost of Christmas Past. Now there was a woman you didn't mess with. Believe me, I'm a total pushover compared to her!

So, I do hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and it's either as relaxing or as invigorating as you desire - and whatever you do blow the candles out before you leave the room. Here ends this Personal Safety Message. Thank you for listening and good night. Happy Christmas!

Today's nice things:

1. Solving the rise in crime and starting the Data Wars
2. Birds
3. Rum butter, mmmm ...

Anne Brooke
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