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Christmas Spirit.
Posted Dec 24, 2004
I went to Sainsbury's yesterday, and while I was attempting to park, I was confronted by a woman who was merrily driving the wrong way (towards me) along a one- way section of teh car park. She was quite obviously in the wrong- the great big, very clear, white arrows told me this quite definitely. Of course, she dealt with this by making various hand gestures and signals to me, including the mouthing of obbsceneties. I pointed out the nice, big, white arrow pointing at her on the ground in front of her car, and this just made her obscenity- distribution that little bit more avid. She seemed shocked when I grinned and showed her my middle finger.
Later that day, I spoke to Jenny. She told me about a cat scrap she'd witnessed in her local Sainsbury's store. Over a turkey. One of the women was knocked unconscious and was taken to hospital. I repeat, over /a turkey/.
Today, I was wallopped in the shin by a woman carrying a huge bag of stuff (very hard, pointy-edged stuff). I immediately apologised, despite the incident being no- one's fault in particular, and you should have seen the look I got...
Merry Christmas everyone, I see the 'peace on Earth and goodwill to all mean (and women, of course)' thing is in full force this year. Oh what it is to be human.
TK[1]
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Stuff
Posted Dec 17, 2004
On the back of a box of green tea:
"Ingredients: Green tea"
Well, it made /me/ chuckle.
Brian May is mentioned on the front page!
I had the most awful practise session last night, and the gig, my FIRST gig, is on saturday night. I want to curl into a ball, burn my guitar and leave the country, In whichever order is most workable.
All in all, had a pretty shit day yesterday.
I put the CD Mike gave me (with the tracks we're doing on saturday) on repeat last night, and went to sleep with it on, cycling through endlessly. It's still going- I can hear All Right Now coming from my bedroom for possibly the 100th time since I dropped off last night. I'm hoping the repetition in my subconscious will somehow help me to *NOT* f**k up on saturday.
Are You Gonna Go My Way is first on the set list, and that's where it all started going wrong... If I mess that up, I'll be wound up for the night and I won't do a single thing right. ***one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four and /chink, k'chink, k'chink, k'chinky-chinky/ and repeat 8 times, ending on the 2nd "k'chink" while Mike solos over the top of it...*** Just as long as I start counting in the right place...
TK[1]
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Latest reply: Dec 17, 2004
Another complaint...
Posted Dec 13, 2004
... this one sent to Stagecoach (the bus company)...
Dear Sir,
I have just arrived back home after waiting for longer than 30 minutes past the prescibed time at my local bus stop. Being generally unhappy wth public transport as it is, and knowing that the fares charged are exorbitant (especially considering the poor state of the busses and generally unfriendly manner of the drivers), I usually avoid the 'service' at all costs, but unfortunately no other route was open to me besides walking (which would be unrealistic and rather silly given the season), so I attempted to make use of the local bus service.
I arrived at the bus stop a little more than five minutes before the prescribed time (the 1542 from Geddington to Kettering, for completeness)- I give this information only to allay the inevitable response that I obviously missed the bus through my own impromptness- obviously arriving early is entirely my own fault and nothing to do with the company.
However, around thirty minutes later, I gave up waiting because the cold was beginning to bite, and had the bus come at that point, I would have been late for my appointment anyway.
I write only to register my annoyance at the inconvenience caused, and suggest that the unreliability inherent in the public transport system and its policies be incorporated into whatever method is used to predict the arrival times of busses so that those who rely on them may do so without being continually disappointed (I'm not so paranoid as to believe the busses are only late as a personal vendetta against myself, so it must happen regularly to everyone else as well). It is unsettling that I have never experienced a satisfactory bus journey in the local area.
Thank you for your time,
Thomas Briggs
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Latest reply: Dec 13, 2004
Update
Posted Dec 10, 2004
Just a general update for the last two weeks, as I believe there are some incidents which may be of entertainment value when seen from my point of view.
Firstly, last week one of the pipes involved in the warming of our house split, and sprayed our airing cupboard a nice, uniform shade of 'wet'.
We called out British Gas, and an obnoxious, bad- tempered guy came out to have a look at it. He put some tape round a bit of the pipe, and true to British Gas' "We'll have you sorted in 24 hours!" policy, they can't do anything for another two weeks.
On that self same day, the washing machine decided to die. A man supposedly knowledgable in this area was called out. He pulled a plectrum, a penny and a peanut out of the filter, charged is £5 for the privilege and left. It still didn't work. We called him out again. He came, and stared at the washing machine for all of about twenty seconds, said he didn't know what it was (whether he meant the washing machine itself or the cause of the problem, I have yet to discover), and left.
As a side note, I feel I must mention a blind spot I have noticed recently regarding my brother and doors, specifically the shutting thereof. I was woken up yesterday by an icicle forming on the end of my nose. Fearing that the central heating had packed up and left for warmer climes, I shivered into my dressing gown and went to investigate. The culprit was the kitchen door, which was perpendicular to the hole it's supposed to block.
On inspecting the front door, even this was not locked or even shut properly, and my brother was the last to leave the house (we generally enter and exit the house by means of the rear door, and the front door is opened to gain access to our wall- mounted post box.)
This is not the first instance of my brother's ignorance of the purpose of doors. On sunday, I left the house around ten minutes after him, and found the back door clowing merrily in a chill breeze, which was rapidly filling the house. Upon arriving at my destination- the same as my brother's ten minutes previous- I found the front door open wide, inviting access to chill winds and opportunist burglars alike.
This, coupled with another of his evident dinner plate/keyboard confusion, leads me to fear for his mental health.
TK[1]
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Latest reply: Dec 10, 2004
Yey.
Posted Dec 9, 2004
There's a Queen song on the front page. A prize to those who spot it.
TK[1]
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