Shopping Done…But It’s the Card That Matters!!
I am going to stand up for single and divorced men the world over here, and state that without a shadow of any doubt or a single grain of uncertainty, that Christmas shopping for teenage children and/or girlfriend/partner/lady friends (or whatever the fuck your are supposed to call them as a grown man) is about as stressful as you can get, especially if you are in Basingstoke, an utter hell-hole featuring sales staff that are preying on your ...
The Joys of Customer Service!
I was writing a blog on Friday when, inexplicably, my phone line and consequently my broadband abruptly stopped working....times are tough as we all know, but I do pay my bills. I rang Sky BSB who I pay my bills to and of course they in turn had to ring BT who own the phone lines. Dealing direct with BT is a lottery, so going through a third party is just about as hopeless and dejected as you can feel, especially as you can't get angry with ...
A New Planet-Can’t we Send Fred Goodwin and Clarkson There?
How exciting that NASA astronomers have discovered a new planet, the smallest discovered outside our solar system and it might well contain life, at least until we arrive. However, before the Americans get too excited about the prospect of blowing it up, it is worth taking in to account that it is 600 light years away and each light year equates to 9,500,000,000,000km. Even more disappointing is it's new name, Kepler -22, how dull is that? ...
A Trip to Marlborough, the Grey Hound Re-Opens and Another all American Kid to Make me Vomit
After our September trip to recession hit Dorchester, this week-end Diane and I went to visit the other end of the British economic spectrum in Marlborough, Wiltshire, a picturesque market town that is home to the stinking rich who care little for the Euro crisis or the financial meltdown, they are far too busy counting their cash. This Tory heartland is the home of Harris tweeds, Barbour jacke...
A Sigh of Relief as the New Neighbour Settles in!
My new next door neighbour arrived safely yesterday without too much fuss and thankfully, without any signs of a huge contingent of cats. My old neighbours loaded their van up and wished me well which, somewhat ridiculously, caused a bit of a lump in my throat, confirming the fact that I am hopeless at goodbyes, no matter how trivial they are. I have only uttered about ten sentences to them in two years, but for some reason ...