Regular readers will know of my signing up for health insurance out of concern that my body might be falling apart. I’ve got a younger sister and she’s just about to start her second year of university. Having been through the NHS system when I needed my second knee surgery, I wouldn’t like to wish that on anyone, so I thought about getting my sister student health insurance just to be on the safe side.
It was another one of those evenings yesterday. There was nothing on the TV, my flatmate’s other half still has my external hard drive so I couldn’t watch any of the stuff on it, the place was empty and there’s really only one thing to do in that situation – hit the internet and learn things. This time, I found out about Etyres tyres; they’re not what I was thinking.
Maybe it’s an internet generational thing, but whenever the letter E is in front of something, the first thought that goes through my head is that it’s digital. Not necessarily an online store, just something electronic that I can possibly download and look at on my phone or iPod. How would I go about downloading tyres?
After what happened the last time I tried car hire, I wasn’t particularly looking forwards to hiring another one when I headed up North yesterday for a meeting. In retrospect, I probably should’ve tried a different place rather than going to the same one I went to last time.
This is what’s known in the trade as a schoolboy error. Last time I took something from this car hire place, I pranged it on a tree. It wasn’t my fault, but I don’t think they’re my biggest fans right now. Maybe I should have thought about this before I rocked up there with the company credit card, but if you’ve been reading this blog for a while you’ll know that I don’t DO forward planning.
Following on from my post the other day about the virtual office when it turned out that I was looking at the wrong kind of thing, I decided to have a look into what I thought it was – office software hosted online rather than having to pay three million pounds for the Microsoft one that you have to install.
I posted the other day about how I didn’t feel that my life would be complete until I was the proud owner of a JCB 3cx. Having thought about it a little more, and for once actually implementing the “I don’t need that” part of my brain, I actually talked myself out of it and remembered that the best way around it was to simply double up on the digger-driving day that I bought for my dad.
This isn’t something I tend to shout about too much, but back in the old days, I wanted to be a forensic scientist. This led to me spending a bit of time working in a morgue (you see why I don’t usually talk about it much?), and you know what? It was one of the best jobs I’ve ever had. The only people that seemed like they were having more fun were the grave diggers. They were some of the happiest guys I ever met.
That’s right; I’ve given up the ghost and have finally signed up for health insurance. I’m sat here looking at the card and I can’t quite get over the fact that I feel like I should be in America right now.
My reasoning for signing up is sound – I’m not convinced that my body’s not going to fall apart on me within the next couple of years and I’d rather be safe than sorry and make sure that my bills will be covered if I need to take some time off. After all, I still take each paycheque as a challenge and have nothing saved at all, but paying some premiums for a little while will keep me covered in the event that something does give up the ghost for a period of time and I can’t work for a while.
There are few downsides to dating a nice girl, but one of them is when they have a birthday coming up, you can just be absolutely stumped with what to buy them. Pretty much every idea I’ve come up with so far has been either wrong, way out of my price range or, in one case, probably won’t exist for another forty years, but fortunately my girlfriend likes good wine and champagne. Excellent.
See, this is something I can do. A good bottle of champagne is well within my budget, is a perfectly appropriate birthday gift and it’s something that she’ll want. Mere words cannot express how much this wins.
It really does seem that way – all of my friends who live up that way are getting sessions of hypnotherapy in London. One of them has even signed up for classes. Now either someone’s got some adverts which are hypnotising people into taking these sessions or my friends are serious about sorting themselves out this time.
I’ve got to be honest – I’m not sure about this one. Jack Bauer is obviously the man, but would he make for a good close protection specialist? I’m not sure, and here’s why:
A) He’s not especially big. He’s hard as nails, but is he big enough to discourage someone from having a go before even giving them the glare? This is probably not a good thing for a bodyguard, and it’s certainly not good for the person who tries their luck.