It was my car’s 100,000th birthday today. Yes, one hundred thousand. Well, I’ve moaned about her in the past, but she keeps going, more or less, so thanks to the old gal. Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Pee Six-Oh-Nine Jay-Kay-Why-iiiii, Happy birthday to you.
.99 – What’s that all about?
Go shopping anywhere in the UK and almost everything is priced £XX.99 – what the hell is all that about? It sounds less? So saying ‘twelve ninety-nine’ sounds less than ‘thirteen’ does it? Bollocks it does! And think of some of the implications in this pricing mentality: How much small change swaps hands unecessarily? And how many holes in pockets …
Give us a clue?
How many times have you stopped at a roundabout to give way to a driver approaching from the right who is not using their indicator lights and then turns left? Infuriating or what! Are they just forgetful? Lazy? No, they’re just PIG BLEEDIN’ IGNORANT!!
Strictly Enough Dancing!!!!
Strictly Come Dancing – Who friggin’ cares? Not me for one. This banal programme is on every night on BBC. EVERY FRIGGIN’ NIGHT. And when it’s not, it’s mentioned on Breakfast news. And Evening news. And the One show. There’s even an analysis show, for fuck’s sake. OK, a lot of people may like ballroom dancing, but does it warrant …
If Carlsberg did beer festivals…
…they’d probably be nothing like this! Yesterday I attended what might be the most miserable beer festival in my life. And I’ve been to a few. It was in a marquee, it was raining, it was cold and it was windy. There was straw all over the ground and it smelled (smelt?) like a cattle market without the poo. Apparently …
Finally done it!
Well (as the B52’s song says), here it is. I ‘ve been thinking of starting a blog for ages but never got around to it. It’s just somewhere to vent my spleen about all the shit that happens. I might even post about nice things too… We’ll see.