Today I'm going to talk about a few things that wind me up, nothing major just a few little bug bears!
The first one is my neighbour, you see my neighbour loves curtains. He also loves blinds. In fact he loves to look at them so much he never opens them!!! For some reason I find this really irritating even more so in this hot weather. Unless he is a vampire I forgive him. But seriously since the lad moved in just over two years ago he has not once opened any curtain or blind to let any light in! This shouldn't irritate me but it does! Why wouldn't you open the damn things to let a bit of light in from time to time?
Next is call centres where you have to speak what you want rather than press an option! This winds me up 200%. I dial a number, I then press a button and should get through to the right department, sounds simple right. Well some bright spark somewhere decided it would be good if we could vocally say what we want, to make our lives that little but more complicated and annoying, and you know what it bloody works! You say for example life insurance and you end up getting Colin in customer relations. I mean how does that work, the two options don't even sound the same. This then results in me making my mind up that the company wont be getting my business as they are obviously trying to appeal to idiots.
New potatoes! Maybe random but in my house it's just my wife and I and from time to time I fancy some new potatoes, especially in the summer. However, everyone and everywhere sells them in massive bags! As there is only two of us we don't always finish the bag and they usually end up getting wasted. I don't like to throw food out as it's a massive waste and when you consider people go hungry its not really right, but if someone at one of the big supermarkets is reading this can you please put your new potatoes out individually so I only pick out what I want so I then don't end up throwing food out. Thanks.
The Sun. No i don't mean that big yellow ball in the sky I mean that daily newspaper. I hate it. I don't mean to offend anyone but as far as I'm concerned the paper is aimed at simple people. I don't like what they they stand for which is sensationalist news, celebrity gossip and generally jumping on band wagons, I could go into more detail but I would be whinging all day and night.
British News. Since the Olympics has finished and I do realise it was like this before but the news is so gloomy and depressing. We have the recession, Greece and the Euro, train fares, petrol prices, falling house prices, GCSE marking screw up. No wonder everyone is so depressed as all the media concentrate on is the negative, I mean why don't they start telling me I have more money and my life is perfect if they say it enough it will convince people to go and spend more money. Might get the country out of this recession.
Lastly cold callers wind me up. If you go to one of my earlier blogs you will see a little more but recently the AA called me trying to save me some money on some cover. First they call me while I'm eating! Come on how do they know when I'm eating it happens every time and secondly they are not going to save me money as they plan to get me to sign up for something I don't currently have which will cost me more money!
Rant over!
C ya later!
Monday 27 August 2012
Wednesday 8 August 2012
What Makes Me Feel British?
It has been a while since I last posted, had a few things going on and nothing has really fired me up. However as I have a few days off work, today I would like to talk about what makes me feel British!
This summer has been very memorable for the UK, firstly we had The Queens Jubilee and we are almost at the end of the Summer Olympic Games being held in London. This has got me thinking, these two events that don't come around very often and if they do they don't tend to be in the same year have brought the best out of people, made them happy and brought the country maybe a little closer together which is a hard thing to do.
But one reoccurring theme I keep seeing during both events especially comments on Twitter and Facebook is that both of these events have made people feel British and also proud to be British.
First lets talk about the Jubilee, we had an old lady celebrating 60 years on the throne, our Queen. Because of this lots of people had street parties, watched the pageants and celebrations on the BBC and finished with the concert on the Sunday. The Queen does not really say a lot and really lets all think about this one she says nothing other than what is written for her. She does not offer opinions on anything, say anything controversial and really she is pretty Posh. Even William and Harry are incredibly posh though they try not to be so they can appear to be 'like us'.
That is my problem, how can The Royal Family make you feel British, for me personally they don't. They all live in mansions, have an incredible amount of wealth which they never worked for and they get to live off the taxpayer for free. I have absolutely nothing in common with them, they are nothing like me and if a lot of you think about it do they really have anything in common with you? Yes Harry went to Afghanistan to 'fight' but never in a million years would he be put at risk and William got incredibly lucky in the Olympic ticket ballot! Every time I put on the TV he is there watching an event. No wonder nobody could get tickets. You see they pretend to be like you and me but they are nothing like us as they get everything handed to them on a plate, know nothing about real life so therefore they don't make me feel proud to be British in the slightest!
Moving on quickly to what I call the real event of the summer, the London 2012 Olympic Games! Without a doubt this makes me feel British and at the moment very proud to be British for a small island to be doing so well is amazing. You see during the games, we as a nation have achieved so much, we are fast approaching 50 medals of all colours and these athletes are showing that with a bit of hardwork, dedication and some excellent coaches you can achieve your dreams. For all the young children out there who want to follow in these amazing athletes footsteps, they will have seen them do it and will be thinking I can do that too one day if I work hard enough. But also I think this applies to everyone else in whatever job they do, be it an office worker, tradesman or a high flying executive whatever you want to achieve you can look at these Olympic athletes see how hard they have worked to achieve dreams and apply it to your own life.
And that in a nutshell is what makes me feel British, our country are taking the world on and showing we are great through hardwork and determination. No longer being a laughing stock but being admired for being world beaters. The Royal Family don't offer any of these positives, they just have the privileges of life because they were born into the right family who just want to maintain their position over society so they can be all superior to everyone else and the sooner we become a republic the better!
C ya later!
This summer has been very memorable for the UK, firstly we had The Queens Jubilee and we are almost at the end of the Summer Olympic Games being held in London. This has got me thinking, these two events that don't come around very often and if they do they don't tend to be in the same year have brought the best out of people, made them happy and brought the country maybe a little closer together which is a hard thing to do.
But one reoccurring theme I keep seeing during both events especially comments on Twitter and Facebook is that both of these events have made people feel British and also proud to be British.
First lets talk about the Jubilee, we had an old lady celebrating 60 years on the throne, our Queen. Because of this lots of people had street parties, watched the pageants and celebrations on the BBC and finished with the concert on the Sunday. The Queen does not really say a lot and really lets all think about this one she says nothing other than what is written for her. She does not offer opinions on anything, say anything controversial and really she is pretty Posh. Even William and Harry are incredibly posh though they try not to be so they can appear to be 'like us'.
That is my problem, how can The Royal Family make you feel British, for me personally they don't. They all live in mansions, have an incredible amount of wealth which they never worked for and they get to live off the taxpayer for free. I have absolutely nothing in common with them, they are nothing like me and if a lot of you think about it do they really have anything in common with you? Yes Harry went to Afghanistan to 'fight' but never in a million years would he be put at risk and William got incredibly lucky in the Olympic ticket ballot! Every time I put on the TV he is there watching an event. No wonder nobody could get tickets. You see they pretend to be like you and me but they are nothing like us as they get everything handed to them on a plate, know nothing about real life so therefore they don't make me feel proud to be British in the slightest!
Moving on quickly to what I call the real event of the summer, the London 2012 Olympic Games! Without a doubt this makes me feel British and at the moment very proud to be British for a small island to be doing so well is amazing. You see during the games, we as a nation have achieved so much, we are fast approaching 50 medals of all colours and these athletes are showing that with a bit of hardwork, dedication and some excellent coaches you can achieve your dreams. For all the young children out there who want to follow in these amazing athletes footsteps, they will have seen them do it and will be thinking I can do that too one day if I work hard enough. But also I think this applies to everyone else in whatever job they do, be it an office worker, tradesman or a high flying executive whatever you want to achieve you can look at these Olympic athletes see how hard they have worked to achieve dreams and apply it to your own life.
And that in a nutshell is what makes me feel British, our country are taking the world on and showing we are great through hardwork and determination. No longer being a laughing stock but being admired for being world beaters. The Royal Family don't offer any of these positives, they just have the privileges of life because they were born into the right family who just want to maintain their position over society so they can be all superior to everyone else and the sooner we become a republic the better!
C ya later!
Sunday 8 July 2012
Remember that time in Rome...
Good afternoon and apologies for my lack of blogs recently not only have I been engrossed in the football and been on holiday to Italy but my life is not that exciting for me to always have something to write about!
Anyway, today I wish to discuss something, or should I say show you a few things that I do on holiday or trips. Think of it as a collection. Some people collect fridge magnets, well I tend to collect pictures with street entertainers!
Here are a few I made earlier...
Sydney with an orange man
As you can see from the photos I have selected above it is all pretty harmless. I have my photo taken and then I'll drop about a Pound, Dollar, Euro which ever currency I'm using into the box. I'm happy and they are happy and I'm sure they will make good money if they have suckers like me coming up every five minutes!
He even dragged the wife up!
Then it came to payment, as mentioned earlier I only ever give these people small change. As I was in Italy in this instance it was going to be a Euro. The first mistake I made was to get my change out of my pocket. I had to get the whole lot out as I couldn't decipher one coin from another!
Anyway, today I wish to discuss something, or should I say show you a few things that I do on holiday or trips. Think of it as a collection. Some people collect fridge magnets, well I tend to collect pictures with street entertainers!
Here are a few I made earlier...
In Covent Garden, London with some wizard guy
Gran Canaria with this out of place cowboy
Also Sydney with this funky Aborigine
Then one time in Rome I met this man....
He looks like a nice guy. He decided to make me a bit more womanly so he had obviously been reading my mind!
Me and him were getting on great
I even show him some brotherly love
He clearly likes to have his photo taken
You see a picture may tell one story but not necessarily the whole story, as during this whole experience the man was slightly CRAZY! I just wanted one picture taken, but no he wanted several, wanted to dress me like a woman and then demand that my wife had to have her picture taken! The whole time we were trying to get away but with his magic Roman powers he made us stay against our wills!
The man must of thought it was Christmas as soon as he saw my fortune he demanded 5 Euros!
I thought no way! I gave him my Euro and he moved his hand out of the way so it fell onto the floor and he repeated 5 Euros. I said to him no but by this point he was really angry and from being brothers a few minutes earlier I could see we were now life long enemies!
I wasn't going to give in and neither was he. So what does a man in this situation do? That's right he runs away and leaves his wife to sort the situation out.
I of course look behind but he is still shouting at me angrily with that look of rage like I had just jumped all over his parents grave!
My wife being the hero she is, picked up the Euro and gave it to the poor man and then ran away too!
C ya later!
Monday 4 June 2012
The Royal Family - Just A Bunch Of Freeloaders
This weekend has been The Queens Diamond Jubilee to celebrate 60 years on the throne and the dear old lady has kindly given us an extra two days onto our weekend. Thanks Liz I do appreciate it but to be honest I don't really care about you all that much and I'm going to try and explain why.
To me, the Royal Family members have struck it lucky, they have been born into a family of wealth and status and we are told to love them and that they are fantastic. That is really my problem, they are born into a life of privilege and have a head start and advantage over everyone else. I do realise some families are going to have more money that others but The Royal Family have hardly worked hard for years to build up a company or climb up the greasy ladder in the business world. Liz just like Charlie, Wills and Harry were born into this and the cycle will continue. They get the best food, health care and education. They can't really screw up and if they do it doesn't matter because they are minted.
When ever I moan about The Royal Family, people always say William and Harry do work for a living. I can't argue with that but to me its just PR, its just an exercise to prove that they are normal so The Royal Family can continue to exist in the way it does so they can be in touch with the common man and woman. How many helicopter pilots does the average Joe know? They get these fantastic jobs because they were born into some lucky royal lineage so they had way more opportunities than the rest of us. Why don't they give up their entitlements they earned through hereditary birth right and just be normal if that is what they want to do?
I also realise the Royals do do a lot of good. I can't knock The Princes Trust or the charity work they do and I'm sure they are all generally normal people . I really don't think its fair that we live in a world where a select few get a plush life, just because of a hereditary line that entitles them to a life of wonderful opportunity while normal folk have to earn it rather than be given it all on a silver platter.
So should we get rid of them? To be honest its not just down to me, I do believe in democracy so the nation should have a vote if we were ever given the chance but if we were to be given the vote I would certainly vote to abolish them and have them all sent to a council estate where they could really appreciate the common person!
I hope I have explained my self, I'm sure I have missed many points if you were to ask me in person I could probably go on a lot more about this but ill let you enjoy your evening!
C ya later!
To me, the Royal Family members have struck it lucky, they have been born into a family of wealth and status and we are told to love them and that they are fantastic. That is really my problem, they are born into a life of privilege and have a head start and advantage over everyone else. I do realise some families are going to have more money that others but The Royal Family have hardly worked hard for years to build up a company or climb up the greasy ladder in the business world. Liz just like Charlie, Wills and Harry were born into this and the cycle will continue. They get the best food, health care and education. They can't really screw up and if they do it doesn't matter because they are minted.
When ever I moan about The Royal Family, people always say William and Harry do work for a living. I can't argue with that but to me its just PR, its just an exercise to prove that they are normal so The Royal Family can continue to exist in the way it does so they can be in touch with the common man and woman. How many helicopter pilots does the average Joe know? They get these fantastic jobs because they were born into some lucky royal lineage so they had way more opportunities than the rest of us. Why don't they give up their entitlements they earned through hereditary birth right and just be normal if that is what they want to do?
I also realise the Royals do do a lot of good. I can't knock The Princes Trust or the charity work they do and I'm sure they are all generally normal people . I really don't think its fair that we live in a world where a select few get a plush life, just because of a hereditary line that entitles them to a life of wonderful opportunity while normal folk have to earn it rather than be given it all on a silver platter.
So should we get rid of them? To be honest its not just down to me, I do believe in democracy so the nation should have a vote if we were ever given the chance but if we were to be given the vote I would certainly vote to abolish them and have them all sent to a council estate where they could really appreciate the common person!
I hope I have explained my self, I'm sure I have missed many points if you were to ask me in person I could probably go on a lot more about this but ill let you enjoy your evening!
C ya later!
Thursday 31 May 2012
Do your shopping and get the f**k out of my shop - The Aldi experience!
My life must be pretty boring as I'm resulting to having to write about a supermarket but at the end of the day we all have to shop at them, food is kind of necessary.
I used to be a bit of a snob and would never go into Aldi. They don't do brands, they do cheap rip offs and surely the quality can't be as good as Heinz and co. At the end of the day it will come down to personal opinion but to me it doesn't taste any different to the main brands.
So the big great Aldi experience then. Well for a start its not like Waitrose, where here they don't serve the next customer until you are done, the staff are also presented smartly and professionally. It's also certainly not like Tesco where you get to see a badge of how long Sheila has worked there for! No its not like either of these at all, it's basically a competition to go in and find the food hidden amongst the cardboard packaging. Aldi to me don't seem to believe in store presentation, it seems like they want you to go in and search for the items. Don't let this put you off though - if you see an empty box on the shelf just fling it out the way and you will usually find more hidden food behind!
Take for example, Saturday just gone. I was getting my orange juice and was having to dice with death as the juice I wanted was hidden under 4 layers of blackcurrant juice. It was basically a game of Jenga and I was hoping I wouldn't meet my maker by blackcurrant juice. Obviously I lived but I'm not sure the next person would have been so lucky.
Once you have survived all this you get to the checkout. Other supermarket cashiers are sedate they take their time. Not Aldi. Once your trolley is parked up, the checkout lady starts scanning straight away, she literally scans the items at the speed of light (if not faster) and plonks them at the end in the tiniest space ever! You are then faced with a race, you have to throw everything into the trolley or else you run out of room. I sometimes chuckle to myself that the nice checkout lady will push the food off to teach us a lesson for being too slow. Or maybe too old in some peoples' case.
It gets better. You must have realised everything is not packed, Aldi like you to bring your own bags, or they charge you the pricey sum of 3p for a new bag. You then have to go to a packing area and unpack your trolley to put all your food into the appropriate carrier bag with a 100 other people. You have no room, all the food is over the place and you cant find the matching things to put into the right bag! Frustrating!
So why do I go to Aldi? Its a frustrating experience, they don't like you to overstay your welcome and its dangerous. However, it's cheap and you save a lot of money over branded items especially when you have better things to spend money on like upcoming holidays!
C ya later!
I used to be a bit of a snob and would never go into Aldi. They don't do brands, they do cheap rip offs and surely the quality can't be as good as Heinz and co. At the end of the day it will come down to personal opinion but to me it doesn't taste any different to the main brands.
So the big great Aldi experience then. Well for a start its not like Waitrose, where here they don't serve the next customer until you are done, the staff are also presented smartly and professionally. It's also certainly not like Tesco where you get to see a badge of how long Sheila has worked there for! No its not like either of these at all, it's basically a competition to go in and find the food hidden amongst the cardboard packaging. Aldi to me don't seem to believe in store presentation, it seems like they want you to go in and search for the items. Don't let this put you off though - if you see an empty box on the shelf just fling it out the way and you will usually find more hidden food behind!
Take for example, Saturday just gone. I was getting my orange juice and was having to dice with death as the juice I wanted was hidden under 4 layers of blackcurrant juice. It was basically a game of Jenga and I was hoping I wouldn't meet my maker by blackcurrant juice. Obviously I lived but I'm not sure the next person would have been so lucky.
Once you have survived all this you get to the checkout. Other supermarket cashiers are sedate they take their time. Not Aldi. Once your trolley is parked up, the checkout lady starts scanning straight away, she literally scans the items at the speed of light (if not faster) and plonks them at the end in the tiniest space ever! You are then faced with a race, you have to throw everything into the trolley or else you run out of room. I sometimes chuckle to myself that the nice checkout lady will push the food off to teach us a lesson for being too slow. Or maybe too old in some peoples' case.
It gets better. You must have realised everything is not packed, Aldi like you to bring your own bags, or they charge you the pricey sum of 3p for a new bag. You then have to go to a packing area and unpack your trolley to put all your food into the appropriate carrier bag with a 100 other people. You have no room, all the food is over the place and you cant find the matching things to put into the right bag! Frustrating!
So why do I go to Aldi? Its a frustrating experience, they don't like you to overstay your welcome and its dangerous. However, it's cheap and you save a lot of money over branded items especially when you have better things to spend money on like upcoming holidays!
C ya later!
Sunday 20 May 2012
Clubbing? No thanks I would rather have a cuppa than go to the dungeon of noise
Good evening! It's been a couple of weeks people, sorry for the lack of posting but I'm back!
I had the pleasure this past weekend of attending a club night in the local town where I live. A few beers, maybe a dance and catch up with some friends. It sounded a good idea but really it wasn't in hindsight and all I wanted to do once I stepped through the door was either to be sat in a quiet pub or at home watching the last two episodes of The Bridge on BBC 4.
I'm 28, its not exactly old but clubbing, bars and generally noisy places are not for me. They are generally for those who are in their late teens to early 20's and just want to enjoy themselves before settling down.
Anyway at this fantastic club night, half the people in there I could swear were under 18. Maybe I just can't tell peoples' ages so well but I'm sure I didn't look that baby faced 10 years ago. Maybe I did. I'll have to check some old photos and see but I did feel out of place. Maybe it was because I wasn't battered.
I'm going to list the reasons I don't like night clubs/bars so much these days. The very reasons that came flooding back to me on Saturday night!
1) Without sounding old but it's too bloody LOUD! I can't hear a single word people say to me, I'm sat or stood there with friends and if I want to talk to someone I have to talk directly into their ear or shout at them! Come on it's ridiculous, it's not normal or sane behaviour to be doing this! I saw some friends who I didn't even get to talk to. I mean what is the point if they can't hear me!!!
2) Its fake! Night clubs are fake, or should I say the people are fake. The blokes all walk around with an attitude trying to be cool and macho. I have even seen some people wear sunglasses in a nightclub! I mean come on, it's dark you don't need them! If you want to get laid why don't you try talking?
3) Expensive! They usually charge you about £5 plus to get in, then the drinks on top are expensive! It's a complete rip off and they can then charge what ever they want once you're inside! You are literally trapped, you can't leave because you have paid a stupid entrance fee and to leave would mean spending even more to repeat this cycle!
4) People dance like idiots! I have seen it loads of times, you get a few beers down you and you start to dance like an idiot, acting like the man or the biggest slut going. Blokes will often try and grind women from behind and they have not even made eye contact! I mean if I were to do that in a supermarket because I liked the look of someone I'm sure the police would be involved. Why is this any different?
5) The man in the toilet! Come on, why do they need a man offering soaps, aftershave and deodorants when I go to the toilet? All this encourages me to do is pee and run! Not at the same time of course but I then don't wash my hands as I don't want to pay a couple of quid for the pleasure, as all the washing facilities have been removed!
I'm sure you all get my point, we are supposed to think night clubs are cool, if you don't, then you are instantly some kind of weirdo who doesn't want to have sex. That's ridiculous as there are 100's of ways to meet members of the opposite sex without having to go to one of these dungeons of noise, drink too much alcohol then get someone pregnant as no rubber was a good idea at the time! Plus you will wake up and look across the bed and think WTF have I done!
So that concludes my dissatisfaction with clubs, if you see me in one, please slap me.
C ya later!
I had the pleasure this past weekend of attending a club night in the local town where I live. A few beers, maybe a dance and catch up with some friends. It sounded a good idea but really it wasn't in hindsight and all I wanted to do once I stepped through the door was either to be sat in a quiet pub or at home watching the last two episodes of The Bridge on BBC 4.
I'm 28, its not exactly old but clubbing, bars and generally noisy places are not for me. They are generally for those who are in their late teens to early 20's and just want to enjoy themselves before settling down.
Anyway at this fantastic club night, half the people in there I could swear were under 18. Maybe I just can't tell peoples' ages so well but I'm sure I didn't look that baby faced 10 years ago. Maybe I did. I'll have to check some old photos and see but I did feel out of place. Maybe it was because I wasn't battered.
I'm going to list the reasons I don't like night clubs/bars so much these days. The very reasons that came flooding back to me on Saturday night!
1) Without sounding old but it's too bloody LOUD! I can't hear a single word people say to me, I'm sat or stood there with friends and if I want to talk to someone I have to talk directly into their ear or shout at them! Come on it's ridiculous, it's not normal or sane behaviour to be doing this! I saw some friends who I didn't even get to talk to. I mean what is the point if they can't hear me!!!
2) Its fake! Night clubs are fake, or should I say the people are fake. The blokes all walk around with an attitude trying to be cool and macho. I have even seen some people wear sunglasses in a nightclub! I mean come on, it's dark you don't need them! If you want to get laid why don't you try talking?
3) Expensive! They usually charge you about £5 plus to get in, then the drinks on top are expensive! It's a complete rip off and they can then charge what ever they want once you're inside! You are literally trapped, you can't leave because you have paid a stupid entrance fee and to leave would mean spending even more to repeat this cycle!
4) People dance like idiots! I have seen it loads of times, you get a few beers down you and you start to dance like an idiot, acting like the man or the biggest slut going. Blokes will often try and grind women from behind and they have not even made eye contact! I mean if I were to do that in a supermarket because I liked the look of someone I'm sure the police would be involved. Why is this any different?
5) The man in the toilet! Come on, why do they need a man offering soaps, aftershave and deodorants when I go to the toilet? All this encourages me to do is pee and run! Not at the same time of course but I then don't wash my hands as I don't want to pay a couple of quid for the pleasure, as all the washing facilities have been removed!
I'm sure you all get my point, we are supposed to think night clubs are cool, if you don't, then you are instantly some kind of weirdo who doesn't want to have sex. That's ridiculous as there are 100's of ways to meet members of the opposite sex without having to go to one of these dungeons of noise, drink too much alcohol then get someone pregnant as no rubber was a good idea at the time! Plus you will wake up and look across the bed and think WTF have I done!
So that concludes my dissatisfaction with clubs, if you see me in one, please slap me.
C ya later!
Monday 7 May 2012
5 a day, 3 times a week and 21 units a week
Trying to lead a healthy well balanced life style to me is a challenge. Everywhere you go you are faced with Mcdonalds, KFC, Pizza Hut. All delicious but not very good for you and so very very very tempting. Then when you do go to a place where there is a healthy option, it is often way more expensive and a bit half hearted and usually limited if you ask me. You don't go to Mcdonalds and have the salad and if you do have the salad its still likely to be covered in salt!
Last week when I was in Sheffield my mate and I went to the Wetherspoons and looking through the menu some of the meals on the menu had over 100% fat in them of your daily GDA. Even the healthy stuff had 50% of your daily recommended amount in one meal! And some even had 150% of your daily allowance! I'm sure the majority of us try to eat right but these companies don't make it easy.
Lets take my local town Whittlesey as an example of the fast food epidemic, from the top of my head we have two fish and chip shops, one Indian, 5 Chinese takeaways, one Mexican and 6 pizza/burger/general places so that makes 14 takeaway establishments for a population roughly of 15,000. Isn't that a lot for a small population? What does that say for Whittlesey? Are all towns like this these days?
A big bug bear of mine is fast food sponsoring sporting events! Yes I'm looking at you Mcdonalds, Coca Cola and Cadburys! They all sponsor either the football world cup or the Olympics! Come on what is that all about? Have a Big Mac and then you can do the 100 metres, just like Usain Bolt? It's ridiculous and pointless! Obviously they sponsor these events because they can afford the huge fees to associate their brand with a world event but don't these sporting bodies have a duty of care to say 'Yo Ronald get your Big Mac away from the Olympics' Wouldn't Shredded Wheat and Granny Smiths Apples be a better partner? Not as glamorous but it would provide a more consistent message. I mean just thinking off the top of my head couldn't the government stop junk food advertising? They are constantly hammering tobacco companies so I'm sure they could target these kind of things as well. Obesity is becoming a bigger and bigger problem right and no wonder it's an issue with all these fast food places and mixed messages from these sporting events!
Alcohol consumption is a big issue as well, young people today don't go out to enjoy a pint, they want to get s**t faced and w******d. I'm no angel and I used to get involved in that every weekend but I don't remember getting any education at school about safe drinking and the ways it can harm you. It wasn't until about 5 years ago when it became an issue with the media I started to understand about units and the potential dangers of exceeding the recommended weekly allowance.
I'm not really sure if I have explained what I wanted to or got my point across, thanks for reading none the less!
C ya later!
Last week when I was in Sheffield my mate and I went to the Wetherspoons and looking through the menu some of the meals on the menu had over 100% fat in them of your daily GDA. Even the healthy stuff had 50% of your daily recommended amount in one meal! And some even had 150% of your daily allowance! I'm sure the majority of us try to eat right but these companies don't make it easy.
Lets take my local town Whittlesey as an example of the fast food epidemic, from the top of my head we have two fish and chip shops, one Indian, 5 Chinese takeaways, one Mexican and 6 pizza/burger/general places so that makes 14 takeaway establishments for a population roughly of 15,000. Isn't that a lot for a small population? What does that say for Whittlesey? Are all towns like this these days?
A big bug bear of mine is fast food sponsoring sporting events! Yes I'm looking at you Mcdonalds, Coca Cola and Cadburys! They all sponsor either the football world cup or the Olympics! Come on what is that all about? Have a Big Mac and then you can do the 100 metres, just like Usain Bolt? It's ridiculous and pointless! Obviously they sponsor these events because they can afford the huge fees to associate their brand with a world event but don't these sporting bodies have a duty of care to say 'Yo Ronald get your Big Mac away from the Olympics' Wouldn't Shredded Wheat and Granny Smiths Apples be a better partner? Not as glamorous but it would provide a more consistent message. I mean just thinking off the top of my head couldn't the government stop junk food advertising? They are constantly hammering tobacco companies so I'm sure they could target these kind of things as well. Obesity is becoming a bigger and bigger problem right and no wonder it's an issue with all these fast food places and mixed messages from these sporting events!
Alcohol consumption is a big issue as well, young people today don't go out to enjoy a pint, they want to get s**t faced and w******d. I'm no angel and I used to get involved in that every weekend but I don't remember getting any education at school about safe drinking and the ways it can harm you. It wasn't until about 5 years ago when it became an issue with the media I started to understand about units and the potential dangers of exceeding the recommended weekly allowance.
I'm not really sure if I have explained what I wanted to or got my point across, thanks for reading none the less!
C ya later!
Wednesday 25 April 2012
The Football Association - Screwing Up English Football Since 1863
Tonight I'm going to ramble on about my love for England. Yes for some crazy reason I love our football team, don't ask me why because they are all a bunch of overpaid prances who like to disappoint and let us all down over and over again but I have not missed an England match since Euro 1996. Its annoying supporting your country and to be honest you should never be shocked or surprised in the spectacular ways they let you down but I was born English so that's who I will support for all my sins. It could be worst I could have been born Scottish.
In 43 days time Euro 2012 kicks off. Will England win it? Not a chance. Anything is possible in football. Greece won Euro 2002 against all the odds, Liverpool won the Champions League against all the odds and Chelsea got to the final of the Champions League last night again against all the odds. Will England win the Euros against all the odds? Not a chance in hell!
The FA have done a lot of stupid things down the years. They have only just started to sort out youth development which has led to us falling so far behind the other nations, we are 10-20 years behind the best countries. They put Capello on a four year contract and when they want to sack him they can't as it will cost too much (did they never learn after what happened with Sven) money! Also back in the 70's they refused to appoint Brian Clough when he was at his peak as he was too controversial for The Fa.
Euro 2012 tournament kicks off in 43 days and England don't have a manager, Fabio and FA parted company in February and over two months later we still don't have a replacement. I mean what are these fools playing at? The common reasoning seems to be that we should write this tournament off and concentrate on Brazil 2014. That is ridiculous in itself. First you need to qualify and that is never guaranteed with England and two when it gets closer to the time there is bound to be a scandal in the media ready to undermine us or a metatarsal or two . You should always go into every match/tournament wanting to win and do your best. I mean who wants to be second best? I don't.
The English FA really are the biggest bunch of collective idiots to have ever existed. Why have they not approached Redknapp, Hodgson, Pearce, Hoddle or Venables etc etc etc (I'm going English as that's what I'm guessing the manager is likely to be) are they scared of upsetting the clubs? Ruining their season? Do they care? There's some managers above who I don't want near the job at all but The Fa need to sort this out. They need to name their man, start talks with the said man/club and work things out. We need to plan and get ready for the tournament. Give it a go and do our best. A lot of fans will spend a lot of money going to Pokraine and they don't need another let down like South Africa.
To me if the FA was a person it would be some rich toff lord of the manor Pratt, someone who wants to do everything proper and never upset anyone by always following protocol. Do you know what I think? Who gives a damn. The day after Capello resigned the FA board should have drawn up a short list and then approached the people interested, interview them and offer it to the appropriate person so the planning could be begin. Who cares if they upset Daniel Levy or any other club chairman. To me country comes first and we should be doing our best to do our best and that is The FA job isn't it? Not to undermine us.
All in all, come the tournament when we all have our flags on cars, I'll be in the pub for the first game with my pint, in my England shirt singing god save the queen just hoping and praying The FA don't stop us doing a Greece.
C ya later!
Sunday 22 April 2012
Never ever anger a cold caller
Not so long ago I made an enemy, a guy from a call centre where they call you and ask a few questions about a survey they are doing. I don't like these calls, I have signed up to the telephone preference service but a few calls still get through. When they do come through I tell them to remove us off the list but they always call back. Its annoying.
Anyway this is where my new tactic came in, I took some inspiration from my sister in law who told a cold caller that her Dad had left them when they asked to speak to him and I decided the next time I got one of those calls I would just simply waste their time! And that is what I did, everytime someone called I would simply say the most ridiculous thing I could until they hung up on me it. It was a fun game as it was only wasting their time!
Eventually I annoyed the wrong person and this how it went down, a man calls up and asks to speak to the homeowner I step in and say yes this is me and he asks if I'll take part in a survey on energy consumption.
Him - 'Who supplies your Gas'
Me - 'Ukranian Gas'
He fills answer in on his computer he has obviously bought my well thought out lie.
Him - 'Who supplies your Electricity'
Me - 'African Electricity'
He again writes the answer into his computer clearly I can say what I want..I think!
Him - 'How do you pay for your energy'
Me - 'Monopoly Money'
Him - 'No no no direct debit, pre-payment, etc etc etc'
Me - 'No I buy Monopoly games and use the money included'
He then has the cheek to have a go at me! He realises all my answers have been lies and he clearly feels a bit stupid and he tells me exactly what he thinks and in his attempt to teach me a lesson he says 'do you want to buy some condoms' As my Mrs testifies apparently my face turned red with anger at this point, I was caught by surprise and didn't know what to say or do so just hung up. Yes I had wound the man up but he got his revenge, or had he...
Over the next one to two weeks he called us most nights, some times the wife answered he would say something stupid and hang up, he would breath down the phone in a creepy manner (guess that's the only way) and if we had the cheek to hang up straight away they would call again!
As you can guess it was annoying but I had clearly annoyed him and he was on some kind of crusade. It was at this point I decided I would no longer wind up cold callers and would just hang up straight away. The calls did stop. Either the guy got fired or he found someone else to wind up. Hopefully its the former.
So that concludes the story of the time I wound up a cold caller, I like to think my lesson has been learned but I'm sure I'll do it again one day!
C ya later!
Anyway this is where my new tactic came in, I took some inspiration from my sister in law who told a cold caller that her Dad had left them when they asked to speak to him and I decided the next time I got one of those calls I would just simply waste their time! And that is what I did, everytime someone called I would simply say the most ridiculous thing I could until they hung up on me it. It was a fun game as it was only wasting their time!
Eventually I annoyed the wrong person and this how it went down, a man calls up and asks to speak to the homeowner I step in and say yes this is me and he asks if I'll take part in a survey on energy consumption.
Him - 'Who supplies your Gas'
Me - 'Ukranian Gas'
He fills answer in on his computer he has obviously bought my well thought out lie.
Him - 'Who supplies your Electricity'
Me - 'African Electricity'
He again writes the answer into his computer clearly I can say what I want..I think!
Him - 'How do you pay for your energy'
Me - 'Monopoly Money'
Him - 'No no no direct debit, pre-payment, etc etc etc'
Me - 'No I buy Monopoly games and use the money included'
He then has the cheek to have a go at me! He realises all my answers have been lies and he clearly feels a bit stupid and he tells me exactly what he thinks and in his attempt to teach me a lesson he says 'do you want to buy some condoms' As my Mrs testifies apparently my face turned red with anger at this point, I was caught by surprise and didn't know what to say or do so just hung up. Yes I had wound the man up but he got his revenge, or had he...
Over the next one to two weeks he called us most nights, some times the wife answered he would say something stupid and hang up, he would breath down the phone in a creepy manner (guess that's the only way) and if we had the cheek to hang up straight away they would call again!
As you can guess it was annoying but I had clearly annoyed him and he was on some kind of crusade. It was at this point I decided I would no longer wind up cold callers and would just hang up straight away. The calls did stop. Either the guy got fired or he found someone else to wind up. Hopefully its the former.
So that concludes the story of the time I wound up a cold caller, I like to think my lesson has been learned but I'm sure I'll do it again one day!
C ya later!
Wednesday 18 April 2012
Teletext - The internet before the internet
I was going to write about the London Olympics, as we are down to the final 100 days before the biggest sporting event since Euro 96, hits the country but while on my lunch break at work yesterday, I came across the following:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/theeditors/2012/04/from_ceefax_to_digital_text.html
and then this
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-17745100
Some may think the title is misleading as you would never find Amazon on Ceefax or Tesco.com but Ceefax and teletext were ahead of their time. You could get all the latest news, weather and football updates, it literally was a world of information at your fingertips but just with basic text. Admittedly I preferred the ITV version which was called Teletext but it is exactly the same thing minus the adverts.
I'm going to refer to to this as Teletext as I did prefer that version to Ceefax and for those that don't know, to gain access to Teletext as long as your TV was compatible, you pressed the text button and then the large number you needed. Football on ITV was 401. (yes I can still remember the number!)
Every day after school, then work, I would come home and read all the latest football news, which included latest news and transfer gossip then I would Digitizer and more lately Gamecentral on Channel 4 as I love my computer games. Then the world changed and moved on and left me behind. Digital TV and the Internet came along. Analogue was to be switched, text service on TV were never to be the same again. The day the news broke I was heartbroken. my daily routine was to change for ever, the one constant in my life was to be taken away. Life was no longer certain. Life continues but in this case for the worst. Of course i'm being a little over dramatic here but this ia story and all stories need a bit of romance.
Firstly the Internet killed Teletext on ITV and channel 4 and then the digital TV is killing off Ceefax on the BBC in its traditional form. It does still exist via the red button but it has lost some of its romance for me.
In my opinion and i may sound like an old man in the making, but I think Teletext is better than the Internet. That's right things were better in my day, you heard right, and to top it off I'm going to list the reasons why.
1) Teletext doesn't crash - That's right it wont crash on you, freeze on you or have your broadband connection drop. The occasional bit of bad weather may get in the way but that was few and fair between.
2) Instant information and no extra rubbish - To your surprise instant information did exist before Twitter it was called teletext and it had all the latest news. The Internet just came along and did it flashier. You could always get the latest news just as quick as you can these days.
3) Easier to use - There's no having to navigate complicated web pages or using your mobile to view the BBC website which is frankly a pain. Teletext was simple. Enter your number and wait for the page to change to get the next bit of the story. Simple.
4) Constant - The style never changed, every now and again our favourite websites change and its not always for the better, some things are just fine as they are.
5) Just the important information - Because of the limited space it only told you what you needed to know none of this X Factor feud rubbish you get on Digital Spy just so they can fill space on a website. Who really cares which celebrity is doing coke with who?
So that is my opinion on Teletext, no longer a part in my life but still in my heart.
C ya later!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/theeditors/2012/04/from_ceefax_to_digital_text.html
and then this
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-17745100
Some may think the title is misleading as you would never find Amazon on Ceefax or Tesco.com but Ceefax and teletext were ahead of their time. You could get all the latest news, weather and football updates, it literally was a world of information at your fingertips but just with basic text. Admittedly I preferred the ITV version which was called Teletext but it is exactly the same thing minus the adverts.
I'm going to refer to to this as Teletext as I did prefer that version to Ceefax and for those that don't know, to gain access to Teletext as long as your TV was compatible, you pressed the text button and then the large number you needed. Football on ITV was 401. (yes I can still remember the number!)
Every day after school, then work, I would come home and read all the latest football news, which included latest news and transfer gossip then I would Digitizer and more lately Gamecentral on Channel 4 as I love my computer games. Then the world changed and moved on and left me behind. Digital TV and the Internet came along. Analogue was to be switched, text service on TV were never to be the same again. The day the news broke I was heartbroken. my daily routine was to change for ever, the one constant in my life was to be taken away. Life was no longer certain. Life continues but in this case for the worst. Of course i'm being a little over dramatic here but this ia story and all stories need a bit of romance.
Firstly the Internet killed Teletext on ITV and channel 4 and then the digital TV is killing off Ceefax on the BBC in its traditional form. It does still exist via the red button but it has lost some of its romance for me.
In my opinion and i may sound like an old man in the making, but I think Teletext is better than the Internet. That's right things were better in my day, you heard right, and to top it off I'm going to list the reasons why.
1) Teletext doesn't crash - That's right it wont crash on you, freeze on you or have your broadband connection drop. The occasional bit of bad weather may get in the way but that was few and fair between.
2) Instant information and no extra rubbish - To your surprise instant information did exist before Twitter it was called teletext and it had all the latest news. The Internet just came along and did it flashier. You could always get the latest news just as quick as you can these days.
3) Easier to use - There's no having to navigate complicated web pages or using your mobile to view the BBC website which is frankly a pain. Teletext was simple. Enter your number and wait for the page to change to get the next bit of the story. Simple.
4) Constant - The style never changed, every now and again our favourite websites change and its not always for the better, some things are just fine as they are.
5) Just the important information - Because of the limited space it only told you what you needed to know none of this X Factor feud rubbish you get on Digital Spy just so they can fill space on a website. Who really cares which celebrity is doing coke with who?
So that is my opinion on Teletext, no longer a part in my life but still in my heart.
C ya later!
Sunday 15 April 2012
The Grand National - It's A Complete Lottery
The Grand National is one of those Great British institutions we all take part in each and every year. Everyone has a bet, your Nan, your Aunt and maybe even your pet dog. We all do a sweep stake at work and for the vast majority of us we will go down to the bookies on the Saturday to put a few quid on the horses and then will ignore horse race again for the rest of the year.
I'm no different. Every year I follow the same ritual I will usually get up, make my way to the local shop and buy the paper, ill come home have a cup of tea and look through the form guide. Ill decide who to bet on, how much (one bet is never enough) and ill make my way to the bookies and place said bet and wait till 4:10 for the race. I'll watch the race and then collect my winnings or enter despair for wasting my money knowing full well i'll follow the same pattern next year.
I'm going to be honest, when it comes to betting on the horses I don't have a clue. I'll read the blurb on each horse and pick a couple who I think may win me some cash but I don't know who races best on what surface, who is on form, jockey history etc etc etc. But does it matter? I don't think it matters too much because to me and I may be completly wrong and ignorant but the grand National is a complete lottery. I haven't watched that much horse racing in my life but the national has somewhere between 30 - 40 horses and i'm sure that, that is more than your average race.You can always guarantee that you will lose a lot of them at the fences because from where I am sitting there are too many of them and you are bound to get a few crashes! I'm sure the better horses/jockey are still more likely to win but it does look like a load of junctions all coming together at once into one giant horse mess!
Another point I would like to make is when the race has started I don't have a clue which my horse is. I realise all the jockeys have a different shirt on but to me the vast majority look the same or at least are very similar looking, so im sat there listening to some over excitig commementator shouting out all these horses names talking at the speed of sounds and when I do hear my horse I still won't know where it is! I hope im not the only one baffled by this but im pretty confident there's a nation of people watching and hoping, holding their betting slips but not really sure what the hell is going on!
It may all sound like a nightmare and a mindfield and it is, but at the same time its enjoyable and for one day in a year most of us are horse racing fans.
C ya later!
I'm no different. Every year I follow the same ritual I will usually get up, make my way to the local shop and buy the paper, ill come home have a cup of tea and look through the form guide. Ill decide who to bet on, how much (one bet is never enough) and ill make my way to the bookies and place said bet and wait till 4:10 for the race. I'll watch the race and then collect my winnings or enter despair for wasting my money knowing full well i'll follow the same pattern next year.
I'm going to be honest, when it comes to betting on the horses I don't have a clue. I'll read the blurb on each horse and pick a couple who I think may win me some cash but I don't know who races best on what surface, who is on form, jockey history etc etc etc. But does it matter? I don't think it matters too much because to me and I may be completly wrong and ignorant but the grand National is a complete lottery. I haven't watched that much horse racing in my life but the national has somewhere between 30 - 40 horses and i'm sure that, that is more than your average race.You can always guarantee that you will lose a lot of them at the fences because from where I am sitting there are too many of them and you are bound to get a few crashes! I'm sure the better horses/jockey are still more likely to win but it does look like a load of junctions all coming together at once into one giant horse mess!
Another point I would like to make is when the race has started I don't have a clue which my horse is. I realise all the jockeys have a different shirt on but to me the vast majority look the same or at least are very similar looking, so im sat there listening to some over excitig commementator shouting out all these horses names talking at the speed of sounds and when I do hear my horse I still won't know where it is! I hope im not the only one baffled by this but im pretty confident there's a nation of people watching and hoping, holding their betting slips but not really sure what the hell is going on!
It may all sound like a nightmare and a mindfield and it is, but at the same time its enjoyable and for one day in a year most of us are horse racing fans.
C ya later!
Thursday 12 April 2012
Weekend Perils
This weekend the wife and I went to spend the weekend in Scarborough with her auntie staying at her house just a few minutes walk from the seafront. Here is my review of it!
My wife and I fancied a few more breaks away this year, as we spent most of last year saving for a wedding and honeymoon. And what better way to do our first trip, then have free B & B for a long weekend and catch up with a family member! When staying at someones house whether we admit it or not we don't want to be in the toilet and be heard dropping the kids off, if you understand what I mean. So on the first night after we had fish and chips, we were sat downstairs watching TV and I decided to make a break for it and go to the upstairs toilet. Everything was good, the upstairs was quiet and vacant so I started the normal routine of reading Twitter & Facebook on my phone, just wasting 20 minutes, then just as I decide to drop the kids off I hear two nattering woman walk up the stairs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Already in full motion I could not avert this and as the German bombers started going it was all too late. I knew they heard but luckily I heard not laughter nor shocked gasps. I finished up, washed my hands like a good boy and the first thing I said to my wife when we were alone was did you hear. She said no and all weekend she still said no, I didn't believe her at all and it wasn't till we got home that she admitted that she heard it all and I would think her auntie did too!
Anyway Susan never made note of what she heard, so that's all good, but I'm sure she did. But lets move on. Me and the wife had a cracking weekend up 'norf, we all spent a day in York seeing the sights. We even spent some time on the York Eye which is some kind of counterfeit version of the London Eye. It is somewhere in between the London Eye and a Ferris wheel, you don't really get many sights. The York Minster was all that stood out, granted it was an overcast day but it hardly rocked my world, and it certainly felt like a bit of a cheap imitation of the capitals better version but I couldn't complain too much at £8.50
The next day we did all the usual tourist things, if I could just retire and go on one big holiday that would be the dream. We went to Scarborough Castle, walked along the coast, had fish and chips and about 6 cups of Yorkshire tea day! (per day!)
Saturday night was spent in Ocean Casino. I love a bit of blackjack and when it comes to gambling I can go a little crazy if I don't restrain my self. I was sat at the table with a bunch of regulars, one guy was betting on three hands at a time and I inadvertently stole one of his three slots at the table. Thankfully he didn't beat me up and gladly let me have the slot but he did say he wanted it back. Anyway I put my 15 quid down and decided to see what I could make happen. I quickly made some money then quickly lost it and was down to 3 quid, this is when I hit form. Every decision I made was genius, I started to build my money up, I even did a couple of 6 quid and a 12 quid bet which I won! Before I knew it I was in 20 quid profit. I realise this ain't big time but i was on a budget. I started to panic. This was going too well, I was winning more than losing and I was thinking this is bound to go wrong. The 'respectable' regulars around me were giving me their praise saying I was playing my hands as well as I should, but I decided to bail while on a good run. Bad idea. I went and cashed in and went to the table on the other side of the room. I got 21 quid worth of chips and in 30 minutes I was out, every bet I lost, I get 19 dealer gets 20, I get 20 dealer gets 21 it was doing my nut in. I think you get the idea.
Sunday we made our way up to Whitby and if there is one thing that really winds me up it is enormous crowds of people gathered into a small space, shoulder to shoulder. You don't have room to move, breathe or even think and it gets on my nerves! We walked along the coast into the old town with all these people rubbing groin to groin and I was getting pretty moody and miserable by this point as I can't enjoy my self in those kind of conditions. I had to get out. We made our way to Robin Hoods Bay and had a little walk before going back to Scarborough.
Finally the worst part of any break/holiday for me is the last day, the filler time, the time where you can't really do too much as your going home. So you just kind of do all the boring things, the things you put off all week like buying people presents, wondering around, looking at your watch. So that is when we drove and went to Filey. As seafronts go it was pretty boring and depressing it was a perfect last day holiday destination where you go/do what you can to pass the time.
And that is where this exciting story ends, and I will try and be back on Sunday!
C ya later!
Anyway Susan never made note of what she heard, so that's all good, but I'm sure she did. But lets move on. Me and the wife had a cracking weekend up 'norf, we all spent a day in York seeing the sights. We even spent some time on the York Eye which is some kind of counterfeit version of the London Eye. It is somewhere in between the London Eye and a Ferris wheel, you don't really get many sights. The York Minster was all that stood out, granted it was an overcast day but it hardly rocked my world, and it certainly felt like a bit of a cheap imitation of the capitals better version but I couldn't complain too much at £8.50
The next day we did all the usual tourist things, if I could just retire and go on one big holiday that would be the dream. We went to Scarborough Castle, walked along the coast, had fish and chips and about 6 cups of Yorkshire tea day! (per day!)
Saturday night was spent in Ocean Casino. I love a bit of blackjack and when it comes to gambling I can go a little crazy if I don't restrain my self. I was sat at the table with a bunch of regulars, one guy was betting on three hands at a time and I inadvertently stole one of his three slots at the table. Thankfully he didn't beat me up and gladly let me have the slot but he did say he wanted it back. Anyway I put my 15 quid down and decided to see what I could make happen. I quickly made some money then quickly lost it and was down to 3 quid, this is when I hit form. Every decision I made was genius, I started to build my money up, I even did a couple of 6 quid and a 12 quid bet which I won! Before I knew it I was in 20 quid profit. I realise this ain't big time but i was on a budget. I started to panic. This was going too well, I was winning more than losing and I was thinking this is bound to go wrong. The 'respectable' regulars around me were giving me their praise saying I was playing my hands as well as I should, but I decided to bail while on a good run. Bad idea. I went and cashed in and went to the table on the other side of the room. I got 21 quid worth of chips and in 30 minutes I was out, every bet I lost, I get 19 dealer gets 20, I get 20 dealer gets 21 it was doing my nut in. I think you get the idea.
Sunday we made our way up to Whitby and if there is one thing that really winds me up it is enormous crowds of people gathered into a small space, shoulder to shoulder. You don't have room to move, breathe or even think and it gets on my nerves! We walked along the coast into the old town with all these people rubbing groin to groin and I was getting pretty moody and miserable by this point as I can't enjoy my self in those kind of conditions. I had to get out. We made our way to Robin Hoods Bay and had a little walk before going back to Scarborough.
Finally the worst part of any break/holiday for me is the last day, the filler time, the time where you can't really do too much as your going home. So you just kind of do all the boring things, the things you put off all week like buying people presents, wondering around, looking at your watch. So that is when we drove and went to Filey. As seafronts go it was pretty boring and depressing it was a perfect last day holiday destination where you go/do what you can to pass the time.
And that is where this exciting story ends, and I will try and be back on Sunday!
C ya later!
Wednesday 4 April 2012
Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself
Last night while putting the bins out I saw my neighbour who we will call David in a huff getting a little shirty with his neighbour who lives to the other side of him and for this story we will call him Nick pointing angrily at his house, I said hello to David but he ignored me and carried on pointing at his house and telling the man to come in so he could share his supposed grievance.
Literally two minutes later, David knocked on my door. David proceeded to ask if I heard the music over the weekend, I said I hadn't but being married I do have selective hearing. David was telling me Nick has recently split up with his partner (who will call Miriam) and decided to have party's going on to about 3 in the morning on both Friday and Saturday night. David was really worked up, agitated and a little angry which we can all understand and due to a lack of sleep and he had snapped when the music started again at about 7 on a Tuesday evening. Living in a row of terraces sometimes you hear more than you would like and you need to be a little considerate about other people and consider what is reasonable. When David marched Nick into the house Nick denied having a party with loud music but did admit to having one planned for the up coming weekend!
My question to the wider world is what can possess someone to be so inconsiderate and selfish, don't people think before they act, there's loads of clubs and pubs which could cater for Nicks desires over the weekend and it would have given David two decent night sleeps.
I also feel that people don't talk enough these days, in my Grandparents time neighbours used to talk all the time, help each other out and if they had an issue they would talk to each other! On the way home from work tonight on the radio they were saying about an 8 year old boy was told off by the police for kicking a ball too loudly against his neghbours wall in the back garden during the school holidays! Why couldn't the person in question have spoken to the neighbour and tried to sort it out, their grievance could be reasonable for example they could be ill and sleep during the day but a simple knock at the door surely would have been better! I do feel people are too suspicious about one another these days and think the worst in one another.
Well that is me done for the week, i'll be back Monday!
Happy 4 day weekend people!
C ya later
Literally two minutes later, David knocked on my door. David proceeded to ask if I heard the music over the weekend, I said I hadn't but being married I do have selective hearing. David was telling me Nick has recently split up with his partner (who will call Miriam) and decided to have party's going on to about 3 in the morning on both Friday and Saturday night. David was really worked up, agitated and a little angry which we can all understand and due to a lack of sleep and he had snapped when the music started again at about 7 on a Tuesday evening. Living in a row of terraces sometimes you hear more than you would like and you need to be a little considerate about other people and consider what is reasonable. When David marched Nick into the house Nick denied having a party with loud music but did admit to having one planned for the up coming weekend!
My question to the wider world is what can possess someone to be so inconsiderate and selfish, don't people think before they act, there's loads of clubs and pubs which could cater for Nicks desires over the weekend and it would have given David two decent night sleeps.
I also feel that people don't talk enough these days, in my Grandparents time neighbours used to talk all the time, help each other out and if they had an issue they would talk to each other! On the way home from work tonight on the radio they were saying about an 8 year old boy was told off by the police for kicking a ball too loudly against his neghbours wall in the back garden during the school holidays! Why couldn't the person in question have spoken to the neighbour and tried to sort it out, their grievance could be reasonable for example they could be ill and sleep during the day but a simple knock at the door surely would have been better! I do feel people are too suspicious about one another these days and think the worst in one another.
Well that is me done for the week, i'll be back Monday!
Happy 4 day weekend people!
C ya later
Sunday 1 April 2012
Exercise! The Gym eludes me again!
This is my second ever blog, my first in about almost 6 years when I freaked out after my Mrs went to university and I thought we would break up. It may exist still, it may not but I'm sure its out their in Internet land somewhere.
Will anyone read or comment on this who knows because hell I don't, I thought it would be fun give me a chance to write some thoughts down and a chance to improve my English. That will be the first thing you all notice that my writing skills are not very good, my wife she is always telling me the proper way to write things which can be annoying but for a guy with a C in English at GCSE and an E in English at A Levels I should be a lot better but in all likeliness I'm just another victim of the supposed dropped standards in teaching or just a lack of writing in every day life which has meant skills learned are soon forgotten due to lack of practice.
What will this blog be about? Really it will be me, my thoughts, my life and my opinions. I will try and do two blogs a week. One certainly at the weekend and one during the week if I have the time.
What I really wanted to talk about today was the gym, yes we all know we should exercise for at least 30 minutes a day as per government guidelines which is part of the change 4 life program. Me and the gym have a bit of hot and cold relationship where I go through phases with it, one month I'm going every other day the next I'm not going at all. The reason for this is I get bored of it after a while it gets boring and I need to do something else to keep my motivation levels up. The gym does try to keep me interested they have TVs so I can watch Home & Away, Top Gear, Pointless etc but even that after a while stops working. I just find doing the same exercise over and over to be a bit monotonous after a while and ill temporarily lose interest.
So what do I like about the gym? Good question people and here is the answer you all deserve! When I go to the gym, I feel more alive, more alert, I feel I work better, think better and generally makes me feel happier mentally and physically which is a good thing and as I ever get closer to being 30 I feel health and fitness gets ever more important so I can try and avoid health problems which a bit of exercise can hopefully help you avoid.
So what have will I do to try and avoid this vicious circle? Well I have made the decision this morning to incorporate some swimming into my exercise regime, I have ordered some swimming goggles from the Internet (last time I swam the chlorine destroyed my eyes!) so I can go 1 - 2 times a week, go gym 1 - 2 a week as well and if I can find a squash partner I wouldn't mind giving that a go again as I used to love playing that (not so much the losing as I sucked) when I was a bit younger. I will also check out the fitness class's that are available at the gym and look at doing one of those.
As you can see variety is the spice of life, keep things mixed up, don't always do the same things and follow the same pattern if I can keep my routine varied I will likely find I can keep my self interested for longer and retain my motivation.
Hope you all enjoyed, happy 4 day working week!!!
C ya later!
Will anyone read or comment on this who knows because hell I don't, I thought it would be fun give me a chance to write some thoughts down and a chance to improve my English. That will be the first thing you all notice that my writing skills are not very good, my wife she is always telling me the proper way to write things which can be annoying but for a guy with a C in English at GCSE and an E in English at A Levels I should be a lot better but in all likeliness I'm just another victim of the supposed dropped standards in teaching or just a lack of writing in every day life which has meant skills learned are soon forgotten due to lack of practice.
What will this blog be about? Really it will be me, my thoughts, my life and my opinions. I will try and do two blogs a week. One certainly at the weekend and one during the week if I have the time.
What I really wanted to talk about today was the gym, yes we all know we should exercise for at least 30 minutes a day as per government guidelines which is part of the change 4 life program. Me and the gym have a bit of hot and cold relationship where I go through phases with it, one month I'm going every other day the next I'm not going at all. The reason for this is I get bored of it after a while it gets boring and I need to do something else to keep my motivation levels up. The gym does try to keep me interested they have TVs so I can watch Home & Away, Top Gear, Pointless etc but even that after a while stops working. I just find doing the same exercise over and over to be a bit monotonous after a while and ill temporarily lose interest.
So what do I like about the gym? Good question people and here is the answer you all deserve! When I go to the gym, I feel more alive, more alert, I feel I work better, think better and generally makes me feel happier mentally and physically which is a good thing and as I ever get closer to being 30 I feel health and fitness gets ever more important so I can try and avoid health problems which a bit of exercise can hopefully help you avoid.
So what have will I do to try and avoid this vicious circle? Well I have made the decision this morning to incorporate some swimming into my exercise regime, I have ordered some swimming goggles from the Internet (last time I swam the chlorine destroyed my eyes!) so I can go 1 - 2 times a week, go gym 1 - 2 a week as well and if I can find a squash partner I wouldn't mind giving that a go again as I used to love playing that (not so much the losing as I sucked) when I was a bit younger. I will also check out the fitness class's that are available at the gym and look at doing one of those.
As you can see variety is the spice of life, keep things mixed up, don't always do the same things and follow the same pattern if I can keep my routine varied I will likely find I can keep my self interested for longer and retain my motivation.
Hope you all enjoyed, happy 4 day working week!!!
C ya later!
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