Huge Jelly Fish, Huge! in Day to Day

I went to the beach on Saturday with my mother, my wife, and my son. There weren’t many people, and the weather was good. It was not a nice swimming beach, but we picked up shells, explored the dunes, and found lots of washed up jelly fish, some the size of small cars.

Left early on Sunday to come home for a birthday party.

Mother has a new kitten. She’s bouncy. The boy had fun getting to know her.

OK, Ashley Madison (why is it called that?) has apparently been hacked and oodles of data has been stolen. Millions of people who signed up to the service hoping for an anonymous affair are today wishing they hadn’t. It’s funny, I don’t have a lot of sympathy for married people looking to cheat, but it’s none of my business. On the other hand, I think hackers are the essentially pond slime. So, if I have to take sides, I’d say I hope they sling the hackers in a rat infested jail for ever.

The aim of the self-righteous scum bag hackers, or “The Impact Team” as they seem to like to call themselves, appears to be to get the Ashley Madison site shut down. That’s right, the hackers who broke into the site, stole data, and who are now blackmailing the users and the operators of the site, are claiming the moral high ground. Oddly, the more I write, the more I feel a deep and tangible loathing for hackers in general, and the Impact Team specifically. See, this is what happens to spotty teen boys who never come out of their bedrooms to meet girls. Clearly it’s a personal vendetta against people who have sex.

And finally, why are we even considering putting Charlie Chaplin’s face on £20 notes? I don’t want a paedophile in my wallet.