This isn't a sulk. It's an observation.

Proving identity is probably a good idea, particularly the way society is today. But it looks as though cost will be prohibitive (iris scans and fingerprints) which will make it unpopular and therefore unworkable. But it's everyone or no one.

I've had a thought - well, it does happen on occasion. What about a subcutaneous identity chip. It has worked well for cats and dogs for years at low cost.

A subcutaneous identity chip can never be lost, stolen, or copied. It's always with you.

Future technology (if it doesn't already exist) could track any individual; establish the whereabouts of anyone at any given time. Think what that would do for crime clear up figures.

Imagine, as you board a plane or a train, your chip could be scanned automatically. Shopping malls, supermarkets, pubs, clubs, theatres, football grounds, the list is endless.

Is a chill running down your spine? Big Brother is watching? It's a two-edged sword, isn't it?

Sunday night on TV is getting as bleak as Saturdays.

'Home is Where the Heart Is' - Oh, please! Diabetics should avoid this - too much sugary sweetness. There is no real edge to this kind of drama, besides which it's predictable.

OK I like good meaty drama - murder mysteries, good sci-fi (I confess I'm a dedicated Trekki); an interesting historical epic. I'll even watch 'Sharpe' if I have to.

Is it because it's summertime - when the TV powers-that-be believe anything will do to fill in the time because few viewers are watching?

Well, we are watching - us regular viwers - and we'd like a little more thought to go into the TV shedule and I mean across the board. No channel can afford to mess up.

This is a sulk spilled over from her at http://gwenmadoc.blogspot.com/ i.e. my other self.

Every time the phone rings I think it's something urgent from the hospital or the care home, and instead it's a recorded voice telling me I've won something (or might have}. Oh Yeah!

There have been three such calls today alone. It's so intrusive, annoying. Why isn't it against the law, that what I want to know? I slam the receiver down immediately. I haven't the time or patience to listen. What do these people think we are? Morons?

Calm down!

Something lovely to look at. That's very calming.

It feels like I'm treading water - waiting. I don't know what I'm waiting for - a miracle, maybe? Life is scuttling on by and I'm not part of it - that's how it feels. Of course at my age some might think that I've had all I should get out of life. No! There's more, I know there is.

But I'm too tired to sulk today. It's certainly been unproductive,
as her at http://gwenmadoc.blogspot.com/ will testify.

Monty with his Auntie M. He's not much bigger now, but what a rough-neck he's turned out to be!

Monty with his Auntie M.

TV on Saturday nights is dire. Now that Dr Who has finished, what shall I watch?

Forget sport! Forget Celebrity Love Island. Reality TV needs to be thrown in the trash can. I am fed up with these waste-of-time programmes dreamed up by pea-heads for pin-heads. Where is the quality drama which we once enjoyed? Of course it's cheaper for the programme makers to force feed us with Reality TV than to cough up for something like those great costume series of years ago. If you want to see quality TV now you have to rent a DVD.
This is a major sulk.

I think I'll put up a photo to cheer myself up.

Dad in his beloved garden back in the day - the good old days. I don't think we even had a TV at the time this photo was taken.
What we never had we never missed.

I'm still sulking over Saturday night TV. There's so much material out there to chose from. When are programme makers going to wake up to what viewers really want?

http://gwenmadoc.blogspot.com/

Scorcher today. What's to sulk about? Nothing. Good day with family. Gosh! I'm tired after a day in the sun. I'm blogging but my eyes are nearly closing.

My boy Monty. What would I do without him. He keeps me going. An Angel in disguise - sometimes.

My other self at
http://gwenmadoc.blogspot.com

A cup of tea I think before I drop off altogether.

Not much sulking today. Plenty of time yet.