The Fallout from the Car Hire Incident
As some of you may remember, I had something resembling a minor accident last time I took out some car hire. Though the shakes and most of the bumps and bruises have gone, I’ve still got a few nagging aches here and there and the biggest one is in my wallet.
Looks Like I’m Never Getting Car Hire Again
I went the car hire route the other day when I went to visit my parents. Suffice to say, it didn’t go too well and I don’t think I’m going to be allowed to rent another one for a while.
Not my hire car
The Boiler Service Tantrum
Living with people can be really annoying, but it’s even more annoying when you live with people who are constantly whining over stuff that’s got nothing to do with you – like the fact that they spent all day waiting in for the boiler service guy to turn up. Last time I checked, I wasn’t the boiler service bloke, but somehow it’s my fault that he didn’t turn up till 4.30.
Car Hire – the Alternative to Risking Public Transport
Normally I’ve got little time for driving – you can’t read if you’re driving and you can’t get in the car after a couple of beers the way you can with a train or bus (and if you do, you suck and you should remove yourself from the human race right now), earphones are usually a bad idea and some of my best phone conversations have been had on a train. Plus, the roads tend to be full of morons, which is why I’m glad I sold my car, but this weekend I’ve got quite a long journey ahead of me and I just don’t trust public transport to get me there on time, so I’ve gone the car hire route.
Schadenfreude Over Chauffeur Hire
I’m not usually a fan of social networking or anything like that, and I’m certainly not too big on Facebook (or Failbook as I like to call it), but what I am a fan of is that terrible, terrible joy you feel when an ex-girlfriend adds you and you find out that A) she’s got fat, B) the guy that she dumped you for has moved on to a younger/ skinnier/ dumber model or C) that the guy she left you for is so broken down that he’s paying for chauffeur hire every time they go out on the weekend just to shut her up.
Baby Names Rage
People just don’t think before they name their kids sometimes, do they? One of my flatmates is a paediatric nurse and at least once a week we’ll have an extended chat when she comes home from work about some of the silly baby names she’s seen lately.
Yesterdays’ took the cake though – Maverick. Seriously. Why in the name of all that’s unholy would you call a kid Maverick? This isn’t Top Gun, your kid isn’t going to pick up all the prettiest girls and save the day – at least not for the first twenty or so years of his life. He’s going to spend a lot of time getting beaten up and bullied at school all because you didn’t read a book about baby names.
Holiday Home Insurance, Car Insurance, Health Insurance; Can I Get Spam Insurance?
We live in a world where we seem to be under the impression that we can cover all the variables, that we can protect ourselves against any possible thing. We don’t like surprises and we’ve got cover protecting us against every possible waste of our time – holiday home insurance, health insurance, pet insurance, but the question I have to ask is ‘Where’s my blog insurance?’
Dear Chavs – Ruin Your Tyres At A Reasonable Hour
Normally, if I ask someone the question ‘You know what I hate?’ I get one of two answers – ‘Everything’ or ‘Chavs’. The thing is, neither of these are wrong, it’s just a question of emphasis: I appear to hate everything, but especially chavs. There’s another level though – I really really really hate the chavs which were ruining their tyres by wheel spinning in our car park at 3am.
And We’re Back
Sorry for the extensive downtime. This was caused by a DNS issue and was repaired by my friend Jamie – technology never works the way you want it to, does it? I hope you’ve all been OK without your daily doses of doom and have been keeping up with my exploits on The Good News Blog.
There will be another post shortly. But in the mean time, this is what I’ve been battering my eardrums with. I:Scintilla – Ammunition.
Story of the Year
A lot of stuff happened in music in 2009; Michael Jackson died, Stephen Gately died, Kanye West’s career died, but for me, the real musical story of the year was Rage Against the Machine’s ‘surprise’ Christmas number one single ‘Killing in the Name’.
Now either I’m a terrible person and the worst fan of metal/ alternative/ not-pop music ever, but I wasn’t exactly what you’d describe as impressed by this. Here’s why: