Dairy Crest has reorganised things so that customers wanting to leave a note for an extra pint of milk can do so by phone - to the Philippines.
Instead of leaving a note for the milkman, a call to one of three call centres (in Oxfordshire, Spain and Philippines) by 9pm can allow changes in deliveries for the following morning. A bloke from the local trade organisation commented quite rightly that this development rather defeats the object of having a local service. Why there's a need to extend input past the environs of Oxfordshire and Spain I do not know. It all seems rather mad to me!
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Sunday, 29 July 2012
Saturday, 28 July 2012
28.7.12 Piss Poor Pronunciation
Yesterday, after Jon Snow managed to invent a new and fucked-up way of speaking, it tipped the balanced and forced me to collate a few recent examples of how words are not pronounced properly, most commonly by people in broadcasting whose terms of employment ought to include some sort of requirement to speak the language. I suggest that anyone who claims to be a newscaster or presenter should be able to talk properly or be sacked.
1 - Jon Snow on Channel 4 News managed to utter "Pro-veeez-o" for "Proviso"
2 - Alistair Stewart on Countdown managed "Alma Martyr" for "Alma Mater"
3 - John Irvine on ITV News offered "Bar-raaaaaaaje" (like a drawn out 'glad' sound) for "Barrage"
4 - BBC Radio Newsreader called the Chelsea owner "Ab-ra-mow-vich" in stead of "Abramovich"
5 - Huw Edwards referred to "Eye-zambard Kindom Brunel" rather than "Isambard"
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1 - Jon Snow on Channel 4 News managed to utter "Pro-veeez-o" for "Proviso"
2 - Alistair Stewart on Countdown managed "Alma Martyr" for "Alma Mater"
3 - John Irvine on ITV News offered "Bar-raaaaaaaje" (like a drawn out 'glad' sound) for "Barrage"
4 - BBC Radio Newsreader called the Chelsea owner "Ab-ra-mow-vich" in stead of "Abramovich"
5 - Huw Edwards referred to "Eye-zambard Kindom Brunel" rather than "Isambard"
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28.7.12 Sour Grapes GB Cycling
How utterly crass was the interviewer of the chap from Kazakhastan who won the gold medal. "Congratulations, although it wasn't what the British public would have wanted." Dis-fucking-graceful. I DO NOT want the BBC deciding what I may or may not want! I am actually interested in seeing some interesting and/or exciting games and races, and I am not obsessed with Team Cuntin' GB winning everything. The bloke won a good race and deserved his gold medal. Why the fuck does this automatically mean it was not what should have happened?
After the race, Mark Cavendish was interviewed, and he was of course disappointed. However, I was not impressed that he could only mumble, look away, and come out with such a pathetic comment.
"Other countries are happy to lose, as long as we do. That's how it is now in cycling, what with us being so strong in the sport."
Talk about a terrible attitude and sweeping generalisation. Where's the good grace that should have been displayed. He was well beaten. Fucking awful display of sour grapes and poor sportsmanship. If this is setting the tone in the attitude when anyone in Team GB loses, then the nation is going to be let down severely. As for the commentators, pundits and newscasters, they are clearly biased as fuck to the point where there can be no enjoyment of sport for the sake of sport - only comment on relevance to GB all the time.
Please can someone (maybe Boris?) put out a directive that we should all be celebrating human endeavour, and not being partisan to the point of detriment to sporting behaviour and sporting comment!
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Congratulations Kazakhstan
After the race, Mark Cavendish was interviewed, and he was of course disappointed. However, I was not impressed that he could only mumble, look away, and come out with such a pathetic comment.
"Other countries are happy to lose, as long as we do. That's how it is now in cycling, what with us being so strong in the sport."
Talk about a terrible attitude and sweeping generalisation. Where's the good grace that should have been displayed. He was well beaten. Fucking awful display of sour grapes and poor sportsmanship. If this is setting the tone in the attitude when anyone in Team GB loses, then the nation is going to be let down severely. As for the commentators, pundits and newscasters, they are clearly biased as fuck to the point where there can be no enjoyment of sport for the sake of sport - only comment on relevance to GB all the time.
Please can someone (maybe Boris?) put out a directive that we should all be celebrating human endeavour, and not being partisan to the point of detriment to sporting behaviour and sporting comment!
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28.7.12 Olympics Update & Roll of Dishonour
Well, I must confess to having been so bored that I fell asleep before much of the opening ceremony "entertainment". Yes, the procession of teams was at first interesting, but once I realised just how many fucking countries start with 'A' and 'B', I realised it was going to be a long process. By the letter 'L' I was feeling the effects of a long day, and my eyelids lowered.
As Junior MWSC said to me this morning, when we both agreed that the teams marching past was a bore, he came out with this comment to take the piss: "Here is Oombattibomstan, with four athletes." This put rather well the feel of the event.
The bits of the show I did see brought out a mixture of reactions in me. I found the whole thing weird, mad, intriguing, pathetic, embarrassing, boring, cringeworthy, impressive, tired, drab, bonkers, awful, tame, badly thought-out, shite, good and 'what-the-fuck?' in varying proportions.
On the plus side, I did not have to endure anything uttered by Paul McCartney. This includes any sound whatsoever, including the noise from him that some commentators describe as singing. I am quite sure I missed some really good bits, but on the plus side my unexpected sleep on the sofa allowed me to miss a fair bit of dross.
Hazel Irvine managed to annoy me as she commented on the teams being introduced, and I would have preferred it if she'd been left in the BBC cupboard until the next snooker tournament needed inane drivel to accompany the 'action'. At one stage she went on about the South Korea competitor who'd broken the world record in Archery earlier in the day - ie. ahead of the 'opening ceremony', which makes no sense, and she described him as an "outstanding athlete". NO, luv, he is most definitely NOT an athlete. He is a fucking good archer (especially being blind in one eye) and he no doubt practises with amazing dedication. However, he is not an athlete. 'Athletes' are those who perform in athletics events [there's a clue there for you, Hazel]. It can also be used to describe people whose actions are akin to those used by athletes, so for example, footballers run and so might be described as 'athletic' or in turn, even athletes. Stretching the term to a bloke standing still, and firing an arrow is fucking silly. The Olympic Games is a collection of events that include games as well as sports. Archery is a game, just like 'I Spy'. "I spy, with my one eye, something beginning with B", said Im Dong-Hyun. "Bullseye!" said the labrador. Then IDH hit it (the bullseye, not the dog - that was for supper).
Yesterday morning's newspaper/comic (The Sun) included a coupon that could be redeemed at Morrisons, for a free Union Jack flag. Fucking tossers! Unless people turn up at Morrisons on a boat, the 'Jack' terminology is incorrect. It is a Union Flag.
Other tossers in the last week have included the members of the British team who have refused to sing the National Anthem. EXCUSE ME! 'Great Britain' includes England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, and the National Anthem is 'God Save The Queen'. Any cunt who want's to be in the national team but then refuses to recognise the nation and the National Anthem is totally undeserving of a place in the limelight. There is no place for anyone in 'Team GB' is he or she does not recognise being British, for fuck's sake! Footballers seem to be a bit two-faced, wouldn't you say?
Roll of Dishonour
Ryan Giggs (Welsh not British?)
Craig Bellamy (Welsh not British?)
Joe Allen (Welsh not British?)
Neil Taylor (Welsh not British?)
Kim Little (Scottish not British?)
Ifeoma Dieke (Scottish not British?)
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As Junior MWSC said to me this morning, when we both agreed that the teams marching past was a bore, he came out with this comment to take the piss: "Here is Oombattibomstan, with four athletes." This put rather well the feel of the event.
The bits of the show I did see brought out a mixture of reactions in me. I found the whole thing weird, mad, intriguing, pathetic, embarrassing, boring, cringeworthy, impressive, tired, drab, bonkers, awful, tame, badly thought-out, shite, good and 'what-the-fuck?' in varying proportions.
On the plus side, I did not have to endure anything uttered by Paul McCartney. This includes any sound whatsoever, including the noise from him that some commentators describe as singing. I am quite sure I missed some really good bits, but on the plus side my unexpected sleep on the sofa allowed me to miss a fair bit of dross.
Hazel Irvine managed to annoy me as she commented on the teams being introduced, and I would have preferred it if she'd been left in the BBC cupboard until the next snooker tournament needed inane drivel to accompany the 'action'. At one stage she went on about the South Korea competitor who'd broken the world record in Archery earlier in the day - ie. ahead of the 'opening ceremony', which makes no sense, and she described him as an "outstanding athlete". NO, luv, he is most definitely NOT an athlete. He is a fucking good archer (especially being blind in one eye) and he no doubt practises with amazing dedication. However, he is not an athlete. 'Athletes' are those who perform in athletics events [there's a clue there for you, Hazel]. It can also be used to describe people whose actions are akin to those used by athletes, so for example, footballers run and so might be described as 'athletic' or in turn, even athletes. Stretching the term to a bloke standing still, and firing an arrow is fucking silly. The Olympic Games is a collection of events that include games as well as sports. Archery is a game, just like 'I Spy'. "I spy, with my one eye, something beginning with B", said Im Dong-Hyun. "Bullseye!" said the labrador. Then IDH hit it (the bullseye, not the dog - that was for supper).
Yesterday morning's newspaper/comic (The Sun) included a coupon that could be redeemed at Morrisons, for a free Union Jack flag. Fucking tossers! Unless people turn up at Morrisons on a boat, the 'Jack' terminology is incorrect. It is a Union Flag.
Other tossers in the last week have included the members of the British team who have refused to sing the National Anthem. EXCUSE ME! 'Great Britain' includes England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland, and the National Anthem is 'God Save The Queen'. Any cunt who want's to be in the national team but then refuses to recognise the nation and the National Anthem is totally undeserving of a place in the limelight. There is no place for anyone in 'Team GB' is he or she does not recognise being British, for fuck's sake! Footballers seem to be a bit two-faced, wouldn't you say?
Roll of Dishonour
Ryan Giggs (Welsh not British?)
Craig Bellamy (Welsh not British?)
Joe Allen (Welsh not British?)
Neil Taylor (Welsh not British?)
Kim Little (Scottish not British?)
Ifeoma Dieke (Scottish not British?)
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Friday, 27 July 2012
27.7.12 London Games Update
Can anyone explain to me how the opening ceremony is tonight, yet we've already seen a start to the Olympic Games on Wednesday with women's football, and yesterday with men's football? If that doesn't send out the message that football really doesn't count in the Olympics, then nothing does. If it is 'Day Zero' today, and we can all watch the ceremony, then the women and men played on days 'Minus Two' and 'Minus One' respectively.
The Wednesday football was not watched by my good self, although I did watch the match last night between Team GB and Team Senegal. I have no idea why our national entry has to have the prefix "Team" when no other country deems it necessary to use such a label. For equality, I have therefore balanced things with 'Team Senegal'. After the build up yesterday, I actually thought that for the football, the whole "Team GB" thing was a mix-up; that the letters were wrong, and the players were really part of "Team RG". I reached this conclusion after the nauseating and continued arse-licking comments by all involved, lauding the oh-so-marvellous-and-bemedalled Ryan Giggs. He has obviously saved a small amount of energy for exertions on a football field at approx 112 x 77 yards, rather than that other area measuring 5ft x 6ft 3 inches.
Team RG was at times singular, and at other times plural. "Team GB are going to have to . . . " was typically followed by "Team GB is hoping to . . . " during the commentary. Joe Allen had been noted as an Englishman in the programme, rather than a Welshman, but that seemed a minor cock-up in comparison with the displaying of the South Korea flag to represent the North Korea team. The GB/RG show was hardly impressive. The quality of the football was as dire as the quality of the new team strip. Are all McCartneys useless?
The players in Team Senegal were quite simply out practising their lunges and poor tackles, commonly arriving one second too late and nobbling Team RG players. 'Physical' was the term used by commentators, and that was certainly the truth. The real score in this match (based on poor tackling being the mark of success) was Senegal 79 - GB 6.
The referee was pathetic. In fact, he was so awful, I would have torched him if I'd been invited to run in the relay and received (bought) a torch. The total lack of control, admonishment for shit tackling and the almost non-existent use of red and yellow cards was obvious. The real crunch (quite literally for Craig Bellamy) was the horrendous challenge right on the edge of the penalty area with ten minutes to go. The player should have been shown a yellow card, although a red would have been fine as well, and the penalty would have allowed GB/RG/Team McCartney to have a great chance of going 2-0 up. Instead, the twat in charge showed he was a twat and he confirmed for ever his inability to referee a match. The goal by Team Senegal a few minutes later was a result of the home team's uselessness.
Pearce - waste of space, matey! I am sure there are some 'positives' to take from the game, there always are, and this tired expression becomes a mixture of consolation and excuse. Hansen could moan about the 'stonewall' penalty, while today's Sun calls the non-penalty a 'cast iron' one. In summation, Robbie Savage tells the truth, saying Team GB/RG/McCartney has no chance, although 'Bronze' is mentioned in the banter by Hansen. What utter shit - I refer of course to the game itself, the refereeing, the commentary and the analysis afterwards.
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The Wednesday football was not watched by my good self, although I did watch the match last night between Team GB and Team Senegal. I have no idea why our national entry has to have the prefix "Team" when no other country deems it necessary to use such a label. For equality, I have therefore balanced things with 'Team Senegal'. After the build up yesterday, I actually thought that for the football, the whole "Team GB" thing was a mix-up; that the letters were wrong, and the players were really part of "Team RG". I reached this conclusion after the nauseating and continued arse-licking comments by all involved, lauding the oh-so-marvellous-and-bemedalled Ryan Giggs. He has obviously saved a small amount of energy for exertions on a football field at approx 112 x 77 yards, rather than that other area measuring 5ft x 6ft 3 inches.
Team RG was at times singular, and at other times plural. "Team GB are going to have to . . . " was typically followed by "Team GB is hoping to . . . " during the commentary. Joe Allen had been noted as an Englishman in the programme, rather than a Welshman, but that seemed a minor cock-up in comparison with the displaying of the South Korea flag to represent the North Korea team. The GB/RG show was hardly impressive. The quality of the football was as dire as the quality of the new team strip. Are all McCartneys useless?
The players in Team Senegal were quite simply out practising their lunges and poor tackles, commonly arriving one second too late and nobbling Team RG players. 'Physical' was the term used by commentators, and that was certainly the truth. The real score in this match (based on poor tackling being the mark of success) was Senegal 79 - GB 6.
The referee was pathetic. In fact, he was so awful, I would have torched him if I'd been invited to run in the relay and received (bought) a torch. The total lack of control, admonishment for shit tackling and the almost non-existent use of red and yellow cards was obvious. The real crunch (quite literally for Craig Bellamy) was the horrendous challenge right on the edge of the penalty area with ten minutes to go. The player should have been shown a yellow card, although a red would have been fine as well, and the penalty would have allowed GB/RG/Team McCartney to have a great chance of going 2-0 up. Instead, the twat in charge showed he was a twat and he confirmed for ever his inability to referee a match. The goal by Team Senegal a few minutes later was a result of the home team's uselessness.
Pearce - waste of space, matey! I am sure there are some 'positives' to take from the game, there always are, and this tired expression becomes a mixture of consolation and excuse. Hansen could moan about the 'stonewall' penalty, while today's Sun calls the non-penalty a 'cast iron' one. In summation, Robbie Savage tells the truth, saying Team GB/RG/McCartney has no chance, although 'Bronze' is mentioned in the banter by Hansen. What utter shit - I refer of course to the game itself, the refereeing, the commentary and the analysis afterwards.
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Thursday, 26 July 2012
26.7.12 Road Wars & Cereal Bars
Road Wars
Seeing this programme at the weekend on Pick TV was enough to make me both irate as fuck, yet resigned to the fact that this country is screwed beyond belief. As a country, the UK is adopting an approach that is akin to a troubled individual who's into self-harm.
A couple of coppers in a car managed to stop a driver who was travelling with his partner and two kids in the back. He was agitated, and for good reason - he actually admitted to having taken heroine just an hour earlier. At the side of the road, the police checked over the car, while the fidgeting bloke waited, saying that he needed to get home, and that he was 'buzzing'. The check of the car and contents revealed in the boot a number of syringes and needles. They were all in plastic containers, so actually safe, but this suggested the habit was rather significant!
In the glove box, there were documents and benefit books that did not match the name on a credit card, a card which apparently belonged to the woman in the car. The explanation of her having someone else's important documents was that her friend had left them round her house. Meanwhile, two kids were sleeping on the back seat.
What was the outcome of all this? No checks on the documents having been stolen, and the woman being taken at her word that they were innocently in her possession. No 'producer' for checks on documentation for the driver/owner of the vehicle and his driving licence, and no action at all for his taking of drugs. "You won't find anything, it's all gone" was his comment to the copper searching the car, and that proved to be correct. The bloke was allowed to drive away! What the cuntin' fuck? Apparently it's fine to take heroin and then drive kids around in a car.
The very next 'case' shown on 'Road Wars' was the stopping of a BMW. Whilst the driver was indeed an arse, and a check of his car reveal one tyre was below the legal limit, he was stopped because he was not wearing a seatbelt, and issued with a fine. I am sorry, but as a driver, I'd prefer to have a car coming the other way with the driver choosing not to wear a seatbelt than one who's just taken heroine. I suppose some cunt will point out to me that taking it doesn't impair driving, and that insurance is not invalidated through consumption of heroine. That's so mad that it's possibly true.
As far as I am concerned, though, the police have got their priorities fucked up beyond all recognition.
Superstar
After my last and only post on this ghastly programme, and confirmation that I'd no intention of wasting any more than my devoting ten minutes at the start of the first programme, I accidently exposed myself to a few more seconds of input - mainly through channel hopping. I caught on two occasions, snippets that contained horrendous phrases - corny, cheesy, dire shit.
Amanda Holden (so out of her depth trying to front a programme) was apparently looking for "A performance of biblical proportions". Then, on Tuesday (I think) I caught some or other shit from her about the performers finding the "Holy Grail". What complete bollocks. Who on earth writes this stuff? I happen to know that the search for Jesus has ended (thank his Dad) and that we can all now return to atheism where there's no hype, and no religious musical nonsense to bring out the hypocrisy of the nation.
Before I go, the only other sound-bite I ate (well, was force fed through inadvertent laxity in connection with my improper use of the remote control) was one from Lloyd Webber himself, who uttered: "You ooze charisma." If only you did, Mr Webber.
Premier Inn
Has anyone ever managed to book a room at a Premier Inn for the cuntin' price of £29 as advertised all over the place, and talked about by the unfunny Lenny Henry? I thought not. Try it - see how far you get, because it's nigh on impossible.
Mist
The twat providing the weather forecast this week talked bollocks (as usual) and then when on about there being some mistiness. Sorry, chap, but what exactly is wrong with saying there will be some mist? The term 'mistiness' almost suggests there will not actually be any mist at all but conditions that are akin to there being a sort of mist. Well, the reason there may be some apparent 'mistiness' is that there a load of fucking mist!
Barclays Bank
There has been enormous criticism of Barclays in recent weeks, and of its board. The unsavoury practices, alleged fixing of LIBOR, and the general 'scumbag' approach of this corporate entity have all featured in the news, and there will be fines, claims for compensation and court cases for a long time to come. Perhaps the worst failing of the bank has been less well reported. It is of course without doubt the horrendous decision to keep airing adverts with scripts and voiceovers provided by the SO annoying Stephen Merchant. The instant a Barclays advert comes on to the screen, I become more irksome than a rottweiler being stabbed with a compass from a geometry set.
Sponsors
Is there any fucking sponsor of anything at all who isn't a "Proud Sponsor". It's complete bollocks for any company to presume that because it is stupid enough to spend a fortune on being a sponsor, or indeed a proud sponsor, we will all rush out and spend money on the appropriate products or services - which are no doubt made more expensive because of the fucking sponsorship! 'Proud' is a euphemism for 'Stupid Cunt of a'. By the way, less offensive than 'proud' but still indicative of entanglement in the same completely flawed concept of sponsorship is the term 'official'. "Official" just means 'paid more than any other cunt' - just to have a name stamped against an event.
An advert on TV with the final voiceover statement of "Official cereal bar to the London Olympic Games" confirmed to me how fucked up the world is. Why on earth I am supposed to buy an overpriced cereal bar because it is apparently linked to the Olympics I just do not know.
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Seeing this programme at the weekend on Pick TV was enough to make me both irate as fuck, yet resigned to the fact that this country is screwed beyond belief. As a country, the UK is adopting an approach that is akin to a troubled individual who's into self-harm.
A couple of coppers in a car managed to stop a driver who was travelling with his partner and two kids in the back. He was agitated, and for good reason - he actually admitted to having taken heroine just an hour earlier. At the side of the road, the police checked over the car, while the fidgeting bloke waited, saying that he needed to get home, and that he was 'buzzing'. The check of the car and contents revealed in the boot a number of syringes and needles. They were all in plastic containers, so actually safe, but this suggested the habit was rather significant!
In the glove box, there were documents and benefit books that did not match the name on a credit card, a card which apparently belonged to the woman in the car. The explanation of her having someone else's important documents was that her friend had left them round her house. Meanwhile, two kids were sleeping on the back seat.
What was the outcome of all this? No checks on the documents having been stolen, and the woman being taken at her word that they were innocently in her possession. No 'producer' for checks on documentation for the driver/owner of the vehicle and his driving licence, and no action at all for his taking of drugs. "You won't find anything, it's all gone" was his comment to the copper searching the car, and that proved to be correct. The bloke was allowed to drive away! What the cuntin' fuck? Apparently it's fine to take heroin and then drive kids around in a car.
The very next 'case' shown on 'Road Wars' was the stopping of a BMW. Whilst the driver was indeed an arse, and a check of his car reveal one tyre was below the legal limit, he was stopped because he was not wearing a seatbelt, and issued with a fine. I am sorry, but as a driver, I'd prefer to have a car coming the other way with the driver choosing not to wear a seatbelt than one who's just taken heroine. I suppose some cunt will point out to me that taking it doesn't impair driving, and that insurance is not invalidated through consumption of heroine. That's so mad that it's possibly true.
As far as I am concerned, though, the police have got their priorities fucked up beyond all recognition.
Superstar
After my last and only post on this ghastly programme, and confirmation that I'd no intention of wasting any more than my devoting ten minutes at the start of the first programme, I accidently exposed myself to a few more seconds of input - mainly through channel hopping. I caught on two occasions, snippets that contained horrendous phrases - corny, cheesy, dire shit.
Amanda Holden (so out of her depth trying to front a programme) was apparently looking for "A performance of biblical proportions". Then, on Tuesday (I think) I caught some or other shit from her about the performers finding the "Holy Grail". What complete bollocks. Who on earth writes this stuff? I happen to know that the search for Jesus has ended (thank his Dad) and that we can all now return to atheism where there's no hype, and no religious musical nonsense to bring out the hypocrisy of the nation.
Before I go, the only other sound-bite I ate (well, was force fed through inadvertent laxity in connection with my improper use of the remote control) was one from Lloyd Webber himself, who uttered: "You ooze charisma." If only you did, Mr Webber.
Premier Inn
Has anyone ever managed to book a room at a Premier Inn for the cuntin' price of £29 as advertised all over the place, and talked about by the unfunny Lenny Henry? I thought not. Try it - see how far you get, because it's nigh on impossible.
Mist
The twat providing the weather forecast this week talked bollocks (as usual) and then when on about there being some mistiness. Sorry, chap, but what exactly is wrong with saying there will be some mist? The term 'mistiness' almost suggests there will not actually be any mist at all but conditions that are akin to there being a sort of mist. Well, the reason there may be some apparent 'mistiness' is that there a load of fucking mist!
Barclays Bank
There has been enormous criticism of Barclays in recent weeks, and of its board. The unsavoury practices, alleged fixing of LIBOR, and the general 'scumbag' approach of this corporate entity have all featured in the news, and there will be fines, claims for compensation and court cases for a long time to come. Perhaps the worst failing of the bank has been less well reported. It is of course without doubt the horrendous decision to keep airing adverts with scripts and voiceovers provided by the SO annoying Stephen Merchant. The instant a Barclays advert comes on to the screen, I become more irksome than a rottweiler being stabbed with a compass from a geometry set.
Sponsors
Is there any fucking sponsor of anything at all who isn't a "Proud Sponsor". It's complete bollocks for any company to presume that because it is stupid enough to spend a fortune on being a sponsor, or indeed a proud sponsor, we will all rush out and spend money on the appropriate products or services - which are no doubt made more expensive because of the fucking sponsorship! 'Proud' is a euphemism for 'Stupid Cunt of a'. By the way, less offensive than 'proud' but still indicative of entanglement in the same completely flawed concept of sponsorship is the term 'official'. "Official" just means 'paid more than any other cunt' - just to have a name stamped against an event.
An advert on TV with the final voiceover statement of "Official cereal bar to the London Olympic Games" confirmed to me how fucked up the world is. Why on earth I am supposed to buy an overpriced cereal bar because it is apparently linked to the Olympics I just do not know.
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26.7.12 Daft Statements Etc.
Fidget For Longer Life
A recent study has claimed that people who fidget could live longer than those who sit still for long periods. Dr Wilby Williamson recently said:
"Reducing sitting time makes us better at breaking sugars and fats down."
If anyone thinks this statement of the cuntin' obvious tells us something new, please twirl around a maypole, and clap 87 times!
Burglary
David Stedman was sentenced last month to three years in prison by Judge Patrick Hooton. The offender had been let out on licence after a string of burglaries, and proceeded to commit another one. The admonishment for his continued breaking of the law included the following:
"Every time someone is burgled it's a serious intrusion."
What a pathetic confirmation of the fucking obvious!
Speeding
A biker caught speeding a few weeks ago was apparently travelling at 110mph with his daughter on the back. He escaped a ban at the Magistrates Court. There were two wonderful statements which I can relay; the first was from the Chairwoman Patricia Eccleston:
"The place for these sorts of speeds is on the race track."
The further point of interest is a statement by someone called Richard Coteau, of 'Brake' (which apparently wants lower speeds) who said:
"Riding at 110mph is utterly perilous. It reduces the opportunity to react."
Thanks, Richard, for your confirmation of the fucking obvious.
Rail Tickets
A few weeks ago, a woman took her bike on a train journey from Leeds to Leicester, which involved one change at Sheffield. The ticket machine spewed out 14 tickets, to cover the journey and reservations for her seat and her bike. It was reported (with poor grammar) that the Association of Train Companies was looking at reducing the amount of tickets [rather than "the number of tickets" which would have been correct] passengers need. A spokesman said:
"Fourteen tickets does seem excessive."
Percentage Error
James Eden is the boss of a menswear brand, Private White VC. Apparently the company is doing rather well, and advocates the 'made in Britain' approach, rather than looking at overseas manufacturing for his range of clothing. However, he managed the rather silly comment:
"We're making huge efforts to promote, expand and export a factory brand that is 110% British."
Sorry, chap, but something cannot be 110% British, because that's more than its whole being! That's as mad as me saying I'm half English, half Welsh and half Irish.
George Osborne
For some strange reason, the same figure was used by the Chancellor of the Exchequer on 25th July. A news report showed him stating:
"I am 110% focused on the economy."
I suggest that the economy might be in better shape, George, if you could cuntin' add up!
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A recent study has claimed that people who fidget could live longer than those who sit still for long periods. Dr Wilby Williamson recently said:
"Reducing sitting time makes us better at breaking sugars and fats down."
If anyone thinks this statement of the cuntin' obvious tells us something new, please twirl around a maypole, and clap 87 times!
Burglary
David Stedman was sentenced last month to three years in prison by Judge Patrick Hooton. The offender had been let out on licence after a string of burglaries, and proceeded to commit another one. The admonishment for his continued breaking of the law included the following:
"Every time someone is burgled it's a serious intrusion."
What a pathetic confirmation of the fucking obvious!
Speeding
A biker caught speeding a few weeks ago was apparently travelling at 110mph with his daughter on the back. He escaped a ban at the Magistrates Court. There were two wonderful statements which I can relay; the first was from the Chairwoman Patricia Eccleston:
"The place for these sorts of speeds is on the race track."
The further point of interest is a statement by someone called Richard Coteau, of 'Brake' (which apparently wants lower speeds) who said:
"Riding at 110mph is utterly perilous. It reduces the opportunity to react."
Thanks, Richard, for your confirmation of the fucking obvious.
Rail Tickets
A few weeks ago, a woman took her bike on a train journey from Leeds to Leicester, which involved one change at Sheffield. The ticket machine spewed out 14 tickets, to cover the journey and reservations for her seat and her bike. It was reported (with poor grammar) that the Association of Train Companies was looking at reducing the amount of tickets [rather than "the number of tickets" which would have been correct] passengers need. A spokesman said:
"Fourteen tickets does seem excessive."
Percentage Error
James Eden is the boss of a menswear brand, Private White VC. Apparently the company is doing rather well, and advocates the 'made in Britain' approach, rather than looking at overseas manufacturing for his range of clothing. However, he managed the rather silly comment:
"We're making huge efforts to promote, expand and export a factory brand that is 110% British."
Sorry, chap, but something cannot be 110% British, because that's more than its whole being! That's as mad as me saying I'm half English, half Welsh and half Irish.
George Osborne
For some strange reason, the same figure was used by the Chancellor of the Exchequer on 25th July. A news report showed him stating:
"I am 110% focused on the economy."
I suggest that the economy might be in better shape, George, if you could cuntin' add up!
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Monday, 23 July 2012
23.7.12 London 2012 Olympics
The eyes of the world are on the UK and London, as we all prepare for the spectacle that will be the Olympic Games. On balance, I foresee a shite event that demonstrates to the world just how useless the UK is at pretty much everything. Let us look at the evidence so far.
Security
G4S may well be a massive company, and it certainly commanded a massive fee which should have meant some certainty about security for the Olympics. However, the policy of G4S was completely cuntin' flawed from the outset. To recruit the vast majority of the people needed to fulfill a contract in the last few weeks was an approach that was riddled with concerns. I contest that the company can only ever have been as good as the people it employs for any event, based on the business model adopted. If G4S is expecting us to believe that it's a great company, then it is fucked in the head, for its standing and credibility was always destined to be decided by the last minute rabble of students, unemployed (unemployable?) loafers and itinerants who'd be handed hi-viz vests and labelled as 'Security'. Sorry, G4S, but if you think an 18-year-old who is about to take a gap year before a Media Studies degree is a likely candidate for 'Security Guard of the Year', then there is much delusion in the boardroom. I am quite sure there will be very many dedicated people who'll want to work hard and do a good job. However, within the thousands of bodies labelled as 'Security' will be arseholes, cunts, thugs, nobs, and others who have masked criminal records, and the fact that they should probably not even be in the country!
G4S has been a complete fucking joke. The fact that the government can call upon armed forces personnel (or should that be 'Human Resources' in this fucked-up politically correct world? No - personnel will do fine!) is lucky, even if it is misappropriation of people whose lives are messed up by the fiasco. The cost of the G4S fuck-up and the input of police and those in the armed forces is one almighty joke!
Theresa May
Disgraceful performance. Theresa May (or May Not) be a nob whose abilities are more suspect than a grasshopper who claims to be able to jump trees. I suggest she's useless, and not up to the job, period/menopause.
Passports and Border Agency Workers
I see in today's papers that many on dodgy passports are gaining access to the UK, including potential terrorists. No real surprise there, then. This country fucked its ability to control its borders many years ago. The passport agency if fucked up beyond all recognition, and cannot cope. The cost of things might suggest a reasonable level of attention to maintaining security, but that's plainly wrong. As for the border agency staff, a threatened strike at the commencement of the Olympic Games is just mad, but oh so typically fucking British! I think that striking at this time should be outlawed. It is not as if there's any health and safety issue that would endorse the union to fight a just cause. So, crippling the process of checking and accepting guests into the country will be hampered to fuck. My heart doesn't go out to people who have the ability to wreck things, and unions are generally cuntish organisations, with leaders whose personal pay and package makes them so much better off than the workers they represent. When they get bored, these union leaders get agitated and are literally spoilling for a fight and a lengthy dispute.
Despite all my comments above, though, it beggars belief that the government has recently been issuing redundancy notices to people in the border agency's employ! How on earth can there be a need to cut back on staff just at the time when the country needs the biggest input on security, and the highest level of vigilance. This country is seriously fucked-up !!!
Travel
So, we have awful congestion alongside lanes that will be used to 'whisk' athletes to and from venues. Poor Londoners, whose lives will be fucked up for many weeks, while 'hopefuls' are ferried around to events. The capital city is a complete mess, and yet there are those who seem to persist in stating just how wonderful everything is! Madness. Like swimming through a swamp of shit, getting around will be traumatic, and distasteful.
Tickets
The farce regarding ticket sales is an embarrassment beyond belief. The price of tickets is criminal. The availability of tickets has been pathetic. The means for payment to be made (what with VISA being the official sponsors and this effectively 'trumping' other options) was a fucking disgrace. There are loads of unsold tickets, corporate cuntism, and catastrophic marketing methods. The tickets themselves were of course printed in the USA (as per a blog post by me some time ago) and flown to the UK for distribution.
Merchandise
You would have to be seriously stupid to buy anything with the official logo on, at the official price.
The fact that 95% of everything has been made outside of the UK says everything you need to know about how fucked up everything is!
Food & Drink
The catering arrangements and security measures that include limiting people's ability to carry with them food and drink are preposterous. The high prices for stuff on sale at venues mean bankruptcy for most, after individuals have been denied their human rights, and the system gives a licence to retailers rip off anyone wanting to carry on breathing. You'd be cuntin' mad to join in with this bollocks.
Ceremonies
Whether it is the opening ceremony, or the closing one, I fear for the nation's credibility. If we are to 'celebrate' British culture, will Danny Boyle be including a mock-up of a dole office, and will a social security queue be portrayed? With the benefits culture being by far the most successful and prevalent aspect of 'Britishness' these days, it would be misleading not to take this into consideration. I read a few weeks ago that the closing ceremony will include further celebrations of British identity, and include shit like Paul McCartney singing, and a load of other bollocks that I'll no doubt comment on in due course - once the organisers have actually come up with what is going to be done. I fear, though, that fashion will be included, and read that Kate Moss will be involved (hopefully not in any infomercial that demonstrates drug taking) along with Naomi Campbell. The latter's ability to promote Britain might seem rather questionable to anyone with a brain, or skin, or competence in any one of five senses, and I will simply mention four things: blood diamonds; anger management; greed; lunacy.
Football, for example
There are some stupid inclusions in the Olympics, regarding sport. Tennis has four Grand Slam events, and the supposed top one, Wimbledon. Football has the World Cup. Why the fuck do these sports get included in the Olympics at all? Farcical, really! I saw Stuart Pearce being interviewed after Team GB lost to Brazil in the warm-up friendly last week. The Brazil team simply didn't try very hard, but won anyway. Pearce's Pointless Players were woeful in the first half, and acceptable (just) in the second half. He was able to trot out the pathetic and tired statement of 'taking the positives' afterwards, while chewing gum. That's the height of bad manners - chewing cuntin' gum while being interviewed! Deplorable, Pearce! Just because questions were being asked by Jacqui Oatley (the BBC's token non-studio woman) doesn't mean you can show that level of discourtesy.
Many sports included are not even sports. So, there's an overall mess created. Token efforts are made by countries to provide players to try and win a medal that's actually worthless in terms of international standing, world ranking or team performance. Then, there are gongs for those whose ability to 'shove a ha'penny', or 'balance a ping pong ball on their nose' is testing credibility! Mad, eh?
Seven Years
We have had many years to prepare for this event - seven actually. Okay, we started building some arenas and the stadium, but overall, we've fucked it. I hate the "Team GB" reference, I hate the kit - is there anything that a McCartney can't fuck up? - and the greatest annoyance that will be rammed down my throat for weeks to come will be the incessant chasing through the schedules of any chance of seeing a GB competitor doing something useful, rather than a quest to relay good performances. Excitement in a race between eight will be belittled if there is no GB competitor in the line up, and we'll be switching to Weymouth instead to see a fat schoolteacher in a dingy fellating her partner while tacking and trying to scape a bronze medal before he (her partner) comes first (I'd say forgive the innuendo, but I don't want your forgiveness).
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Security
G4S may well be a massive company, and it certainly commanded a massive fee which should have meant some certainty about security for the Olympics. However, the policy of G4S was completely cuntin' flawed from the outset. To recruit the vast majority of the people needed to fulfill a contract in the last few weeks was an approach that was riddled with concerns. I contest that the company can only ever have been as good as the people it employs for any event, based on the business model adopted. If G4S is expecting us to believe that it's a great company, then it is fucked in the head, for its standing and credibility was always destined to be decided by the last minute rabble of students, unemployed (unemployable?) loafers and itinerants who'd be handed hi-viz vests and labelled as 'Security'. Sorry, G4S, but if you think an 18-year-old who is about to take a gap year before a Media Studies degree is a likely candidate for 'Security Guard of the Year', then there is much delusion in the boardroom. I am quite sure there will be very many dedicated people who'll want to work hard and do a good job. However, within the thousands of bodies labelled as 'Security' will be arseholes, cunts, thugs, nobs, and others who have masked criminal records, and the fact that they should probably not even be in the country!
G4S has been a complete fucking joke. The fact that the government can call upon armed forces personnel (or should that be 'Human Resources' in this fucked-up politically correct world? No - personnel will do fine!) is lucky, even if it is misappropriation of people whose lives are messed up by the fiasco. The cost of the G4S fuck-up and the input of police and those in the armed forces is one almighty joke!
Theresa May
Disgraceful performance. Theresa May (or May Not) be a nob whose abilities are more suspect than a grasshopper who claims to be able to jump trees. I suggest she's useless, and not up to the job, period/menopause.
Passports and Border Agency Workers
I see in today's papers that many on dodgy passports are gaining access to the UK, including potential terrorists. No real surprise there, then. This country fucked its ability to control its borders many years ago. The passport agency if fucked up beyond all recognition, and cannot cope. The cost of things might suggest a reasonable level of attention to maintaining security, but that's plainly wrong. As for the border agency staff, a threatened strike at the commencement of the Olympic Games is just mad, but oh so typically fucking British! I think that striking at this time should be outlawed. It is not as if there's any health and safety issue that would endorse the union to fight a just cause. So, crippling the process of checking and accepting guests into the country will be hampered to fuck. My heart doesn't go out to people who have the ability to wreck things, and unions are generally cuntish organisations, with leaders whose personal pay and package makes them so much better off than the workers they represent. When they get bored, these union leaders get agitated and are literally spoilling for a fight and a lengthy dispute.
Despite all my comments above, though, it beggars belief that the government has recently been issuing redundancy notices to people in the border agency's employ! How on earth can there be a need to cut back on staff just at the time when the country needs the biggest input on security, and the highest level of vigilance. This country is seriously fucked-up !!!
Travel
So, we have awful congestion alongside lanes that will be used to 'whisk' athletes to and from venues. Poor Londoners, whose lives will be fucked up for many weeks, while 'hopefuls' are ferried around to events. The capital city is a complete mess, and yet there are those who seem to persist in stating just how wonderful everything is! Madness. Like swimming through a swamp of shit, getting around will be traumatic, and distasteful.
Tickets
The farce regarding ticket sales is an embarrassment beyond belief. The price of tickets is criminal. The availability of tickets has been pathetic. The means for payment to be made (what with VISA being the official sponsors and this effectively 'trumping' other options) was a fucking disgrace. There are loads of unsold tickets, corporate cuntism, and catastrophic marketing methods. The tickets themselves were of course printed in the USA (as per a blog post by me some time ago) and flown to the UK for distribution.
Merchandise
You would have to be seriously stupid to buy anything with the official logo on, at the official price.
The fact that 95% of everything has been made outside of the UK says everything you need to know about how fucked up everything is!
Food & Drink
The catering arrangements and security measures that include limiting people's ability to carry with them food and drink are preposterous. The high prices for stuff on sale at venues mean bankruptcy for most, after individuals have been denied their human rights, and the system gives a licence to retailers rip off anyone wanting to carry on breathing. You'd be cuntin' mad to join in with this bollocks.
Ceremonies
Whether it is the opening ceremony, or the closing one, I fear for the nation's credibility. If we are to 'celebrate' British culture, will Danny Boyle be including a mock-up of a dole office, and will a social security queue be portrayed? With the benefits culture being by far the most successful and prevalent aspect of 'Britishness' these days, it would be misleading not to take this into consideration. I read a few weeks ago that the closing ceremony will include further celebrations of British identity, and include shit like Paul McCartney singing, and a load of other bollocks that I'll no doubt comment on in due course - once the organisers have actually come up with what is going to be done. I fear, though, that fashion will be included, and read that Kate Moss will be involved (hopefully not in any infomercial that demonstrates drug taking) along with Naomi Campbell. The latter's ability to promote Britain might seem rather questionable to anyone with a brain, or skin, or competence in any one of five senses, and I will simply mention four things: blood diamonds; anger management; greed; lunacy.
Football, for example
There are some stupid inclusions in the Olympics, regarding sport. Tennis has four Grand Slam events, and the supposed top one, Wimbledon. Football has the World Cup. Why the fuck do these sports get included in the Olympics at all? Farcical, really! I saw Stuart Pearce being interviewed after Team GB lost to Brazil in the warm-up friendly last week. The Brazil team simply didn't try very hard, but won anyway. Pearce's Pointless Players were woeful in the first half, and acceptable (just) in the second half. He was able to trot out the pathetic and tired statement of 'taking the positives' afterwards, while chewing gum. That's the height of bad manners - chewing cuntin' gum while being interviewed! Deplorable, Pearce! Just because questions were being asked by Jacqui Oatley (the BBC's token non-studio woman) doesn't mean you can show that level of discourtesy.
Many sports included are not even sports. So, there's an overall mess created. Token efforts are made by countries to provide players to try and win a medal that's actually worthless in terms of international standing, world ranking or team performance. Then, there are gongs for those whose ability to 'shove a ha'penny', or 'balance a ping pong ball on their nose' is testing credibility! Mad, eh?
Seven Years
We have had many years to prepare for this event - seven actually. Okay, we started building some arenas and the stadium, but overall, we've fucked it. I hate the "Team GB" reference, I hate the kit - is there anything that a McCartney can't fuck up? - and the greatest annoyance that will be rammed down my throat for weeks to come will be the incessant chasing through the schedules of any chance of seeing a GB competitor doing something useful, rather than a quest to relay good performances. Excitement in a race between eight will be belittled if there is no GB competitor in the line up, and we'll be switching to Weymouth instead to see a fat schoolteacher in a dingy fellating her partner while tacking and trying to scape a bronze medal before he (her partner) comes first (I'd say forgive the innuendo, but I don't want your forgiveness).
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Wednesday, 18 July 2012
18.7.12 Whitby Advertiser
The June Issue of the Whitby Advertiser was mildly amusing. The A5 format was handy to thumb through, and it was during this exercise that the pages revealed their many errors. I cannot be totally sure on whether the various advertisers were themselves at fault, or if the magazine itself is supposed to check things as part of its service, to look out for typos/spelling S! issues, grammar G! problems and general weirdness W! . Here are a few notes:
An advert for Mrs Harland includes letters after her name, and I am sure she's very nice. However, I would personally not want attention from a "Specialist in Orthapaedic Massage". [ S! Orthopaedic ]
"Gatsby's Restaurant is celebrating its 24th Anniversary and would like to thank all our customers past and present and our staff for they loyalty and support." [ G! and S! regarding our and they ]
The Postgate Inn says: "We are now into our 9th year & continue to strive for excellence in food & service, compiling & cooking excellent dishes." [ W! compiling ]
Capello Hair & Beauty refers to Eye Lashes, and refers to a company called LOREAL. [ S! Eyelashes and L'OREAL ]
Poet's Cottage has an unusual approach to apostrophes. In two places it calls itself Poets Cottage without the apostrophe, and elsewhere manages an acceptable "Poet's Cottage". The very first line of its feature starts off with: "The Queens' Diamond Jubilee . . . . . " and this confirms no awareness of what apostrophes are for. This is completely wrong, unless there are multiple Queens celebrating this year. [ G! ]
PULSAR BODYTECH makes a strange claim: "A reputation for a high quality vehicle repair to all makes guaranteed" suggests the reputation is guaranteed and not the vehicle repairs! [ G! ]
Whitby Chiropractic Clinic gives details of what things it can deal with by bullet points:
Easington Service Station has an interesting take on apostrophes. The advert includes: "MOT TEST'S DONE AT SHORT NOTICE" [ G! ]
There were many other things that I cannot be bothered to mention, but I think you get the idea. I've nothing against Whitby, or the Whitby Advertiser, just poor spelling, poor grammar and poor attention to detail.
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An advert for Mrs Harland includes letters after her name, and I am sure she's very nice. However, I would personally not want attention from a "Specialist in Orthapaedic Massage". [ S! Orthopaedic ]
"Gatsby's Restaurant is celebrating its 24th Anniversary and would like to thank all our customers past and present and our staff for they loyalty and support." [ G! and S! regarding our and they ]
The Postgate Inn says: "We are now into our 9th year & continue to strive for excellence in food & service, compiling & cooking excellent dishes." [ W! compiling ]
Capello Hair & Beauty refers to Eye Lashes, and refers to a company called LOREAL. [ S! Eyelashes and L'OREAL ]
Poet's Cottage has an unusual approach to apostrophes. In two places it calls itself Poets Cottage without the apostrophe, and elsewhere manages an acceptable "Poet's Cottage". The very first line of its feature starts off with: "The Queens' Diamond Jubilee . . . . . " and this confirms no awareness of what apostrophes are for. This is completely wrong, unless there are multiple Queens celebrating this year. [ G! ]
PULSAR BODYTECH makes a strange claim: "A reputation for a high quality vehicle repair to all makes guaranteed" suggests the reputation is guaranteed and not the vehicle repairs! [ G! ]
Whitby Chiropractic Clinic gives details of what things it can deal with by bullet points:
- Back pain
- Neck pain
- Headaches
- Hip/knee/leg pain
- Shoulder and arm pain
Easington Service Station has an interesting take on apostrophes. The advert includes: "MOT TEST'S DONE AT SHORT NOTICE" [ G! ]
There were many other things that I cannot be bothered to mention, but I think you get the idea. I've nothing against Whitby, or the Whitby Advertiser, just poor spelling, poor grammar and poor attention to detail.
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Monday, 16 July 2012
16.7.12 Eleven Jesuses
A sense of duty on my part meant I felt compelled to watch a tiny bit of 'Superstar' on ITV. I lasted for ten or fifteen minutes yesterday, and after seeing two would-be-Jesuses, switched over. In fact, I switched over the TV's function to the DVD player rather than Digital TV, and watched a film. I had to quickly remove from my brain the dire vision and awful sound that was presented to me as entertainment. It was essential that I was not drawn in and somehow infected with utter shite.
How did anyone at ITV decide this could be the next big thing? Eleven singers, each singing a shit song, and hoping "The Good Lord" would bless him. Not Jesus, of course, but Andrew Lloyd Webber. The wordplay was cringeworthy. This dire format and dire content was matched by the direness of the judges. Pray tell me (get it?) how the fuck the panel included Dawn French? Was it her long (oh, so fucking very long) stint as the Vicar of Dibley that qualified her to consider which hopeful might be best cast as Jesus? Her early input that was basically "you made that your own" was as formulaic as a Sunday sermon. Dawn's presence was (and will remain, for as long as she sits on the panel) totally strange. What next, Webber? How about Audley Harrison judging in the quest to find Eva Peron, for a production of Evita, on the basis that when he was on Strictly Come Dancing, he did the tango?
Melanie C? Nice girl, probably the easiest to consider as 'normal' amongst the Spice Girls, and I've nothing against her - until now. Can't you find something better to do, luv, than waste your time on this tosh? Jesus Christ! (Haha!)
We had the "What a great job you did, coming out to start the show with such a great performance, yada yada." The same bollocks as any pathetic contest was uttered by people who should know better. Of course, the mistress of the show is Amanda Holden. She is out of her depth, and displays the gravitas of a coloured (pink or yellow, take your pick) paper clip. Sat behind a desk on BGT, dispensing a few tears, and saying "I was entertained" is actually the total extent of her ability on shows like this.
Jason Donovan? I can take him or leave him (probably a bit like Kylie?) and as for Webber himself? Well, what a sad life that he now touts his own shows, ponces about on ITV, creates shit like a defunct alchemist, and erodes TV entertainment through his very presence on screen. Stick to promoting our entries to the Eurovision Song Contest . . . . . oh, sorry . . . that was a fucking disaster too, wasn't it.
I will most certainly NOT be watching any more of this drivel at all, and so my small 'taster' yesterday will have to do. It has done its job though - I've been put off (and saved!) and so can occupy myself with anything at all, because anything will be better than Superstar. I wonder how many will have their lives wrecked and their brain activity subdued by this shite, and have to call the Samaritans in due course? I'm off to make a fish sandwich now, drink some wine and sing Any Dream Will Do, while tackling a sudoku problem and trying to solve another one called 'Maria'. [Chess is out of the question]
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How did anyone at ITV decide this could be the next big thing? Eleven singers, each singing a shit song, and hoping "The Good Lord" would bless him. Not Jesus, of course, but Andrew Lloyd Webber. The wordplay was cringeworthy. This dire format and dire content was matched by the direness of the judges. Pray tell me (get it?) how the fuck the panel included Dawn French? Was it her long (oh, so fucking very long) stint as the Vicar of Dibley that qualified her to consider which hopeful might be best cast as Jesus? Her early input that was basically "you made that your own" was as formulaic as a Sunday sermon. Dawn's presence was (and will remain, for as long as she sits on the panel) totally strange. What next, Webber? How about Audley Harrison judging in the quest to find Eva Peron, for a production of Evita, on the basis that when he was on Strictly Come Dancing, he did the tango?
Melanie C? Nice girl, probably the easiest to consider as 'normal' amongst the Spice Girls, and I've nothing against her - until now. Can't you find something better to do, luv, than waste your time on this tosh? Jesus Christ! (Haha!)
We had the "What a great job you did, coming out to start the show with such a great performance, yada yada." The same bollocks as any pathetic contest was uttered by people who should know better. Of course, the mistress of the show is Amanda Holden. She is out of her depth, and displays the gravitas of a coloured (pink or yellow, take your pick) paper clip. Sat behind a desk on BGT, dispensing a few tears, and saying "I was entertained" is actually the total extent of her ability on shows like this.
Jason Donovan? I can take him or leave him (probably a bit like Kylie?) and as for Webber himself? Well, what a sad life that he now touts his own shows, ponces about on ITV, creates shit like a defunct alchemist, and erodes TV entertainment through his very presence on screen. Stick to promoting our entries to the Eurovision Song Contest . . . . . oh, sorry . . . that was a fucking disaster too, wasn't it.
I will most certainly NOT be watching any more of this drivel at all, and so my small 'taster' yesterday will have to do. It has done its job though - I've been put off (and saved!) and so can occupy myself with anything at all, because anything will be better than Superstar. I wonder how many will have their lives wrecked and their brain activity subdued by this shite, and have to call the Samaritans in due course? I'm off to make a fish sandwich now, drink some wine and sing Any Dream Will Do, while tackling a sudoku problem and trying to solve another one called 'Maria'. [Chess is out of the question]
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Sunday, 15 July 2012
15.7.12 Euro Annoying Championships
Group A
Kelly Brook
Cheryl Cole / Tweedy
Rihanna
Naomi Campbell
Group B
Lenny Henry
Griff Rhys Jones
Robert Peston
Antony Cotton
Group C
Stuart Pearce
David Coulthard
Sepp Blatter
John Terry
Group D
Halifax
Santander
Procter & Gamble
Co-operative
Reserves
1st Reserve - Barbara Windsor
2nd Reserve - Jane Horrocks
3rd Reserve - Confused.com
Explanatory Notes From the Pundits
Group A: This is a tight group, and it's hard to call it. Cheryl Cole/Tweedy can't sing, while Rihanna can't avoid being in the press all the time and feeding a media obsession. Naomi Campbell is unworthy of any comment, thought or attention, period. Kelly Brook simply does nothing at all, but gets her picture taken for no reason; utterly pointless.
Group B: Lenny Henry stopped being funny more than 20 years ago, but somehow there are people in charge who think he's owed exposure and reward? Griff Rhys Jones is of course everywhere these days, and annoying as fuck. 'Eternal Hell' would be best summed up by having to listen to Robert Peston. Antony Cotton is simply unendurable for anything past 4 seconds.
Group C: Stuart Pearce has displayed the consequences recently of being psycho. David Coulthard is vying for the 'Eternal Hell' slot with Robert Peston. Sepp Blatter - do I need to spell it out in four letters? John Terry is simply a no brainer for this competition.
Group D: The corporate competitors have every chance this year, what with the rage-inducing singing from Halifax choirs, Santander adverts that melt brain cells, and the P&G world domination that's in play at the moment. As for the Co-op, simply 'Good with annoyance'.
Reserves: There was fierce competition for a reserve spot, and the two humans are deserved winners, each having nauseating voices. The corporate support is provided by Confused.com which has now officially overtaken Go Compare as provided of the most annoying adverts.
Disqualified: Madonna. Unfortunately the organisers cannot condone use of the very unsightly right tit as a means of gaining extra attention, and supplementing general annoyance levels.
Terms & Conditions - This competition excludes all politicians, those associated with TOWIE and Big Brother, or anyone who's ever appeared on Take Me Out. Katie Price is permanently excluded so as to give other entrants a chance of a place in the final.
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Kelly Brook
Cheryl Cole / Tweedy
Rihanna
Naomi Campbell
Group B
Lenny Henry
Griff Rhys Jones
Robert Peston
Antony Cotton
Group C
Stuart Pearce
David Coulthard
Sepp Blatter
John Terry
Group D
Halifax
Santander
Procter & Gamble
Co-operative
Reserves
1st Reserve - Barbara Windsor
2nd Reserve - Jane Horrocks
3rd Reserve - Confused.com
Explanatory Notes From the Pundits
Group A: This is a tight group, and it's hard to call it. Cheryl Cole/Tweedy can't sing, while Rihanna can't avoid being in the press all the time and feeding a media obsession. Naomi Campbell is unworthy of any comment, thought or attention, period. Kelly Brook simply does nothing at all, but gets her picture taken for no reason; utterly pointless.
Group B: Lenny Henry stopped being funny more than 20 years ago, but somehow there are people in charge who think he's owed exposure and reward? Griff Rhys Jones is of course everywhere these days, and annoying as fuck. 'Eternal Hell' would be best summed up by having to listen to Robert Peston. Antony Cotton is simply unendurable for anything past 4 seconds.
Group C: Stuart Pearce has displayed the consequences recently of being psycho. David Coulthard is vying for the 'Eternal Hell' slot with Robert Peston. Sepp Blatter - do I need to spell it out in four letters? John Terry is simply a no brainer for this competition.
Group D: The corporate competitors have every chance this year, what with the rage-inducing singing from Halifax choirs, Santander adverts that melt brain cells, and the P&G world domination that's in play at the moment. As for the Co-op, simply 'Good with annoyance'.
Reserves: There was fierce competition for a reserve spot, and the two humans are deserved winners, each having nauseating voices. The corporate support is provided by Confused.com which has now officially overtaken Go Compare as provided of the most annoying adverts.
Disqualified: Madonna. Unfortunately the organisers cannot condone use of the very unsightly right tit as a means of gaining extra attention, and supplementing general annoyance levels.
Terms & Conditions - This competition excludes all politicians, those associated with TOWIE and Big Brother, or anyone who's ever appeared on Take Me Out. Katie Price is permanently excluded so as to give other entrants a chance of a place in the final.
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15.7.12 June Quotes of the Month
1st "He's a nipple toucher, that's why his hand's down his top." [Faye]
2nd "Marcus is taking me up the bistro tonight." [Antony Cotton/Sean in Coronation St]
3rd "Aesthetic? Isn't that, like, fake? [Faye]
4th "They must come over the net like a yellow banana." [Nick Mullins, ref Nadal's shots]
5th "Bacon's slippery, Dad. Fuck off." [Liam]
6th "I knew there was something Zetec about it." [Jess, showing awareness of her Ford Fiesta]
7th "After searching the area with a canine dog." [Policeman on America's Serial Killer, Channel 5]
8th "It's not like he's one of the greatest lettuce hunters." [TMWSC ref Larry the Basset Hound]
9th "He carries a large petrol tank around with him." [Nick Mullins, ref Djokovic at Wimbledon]
10th "Accidents are never easy." [Carol Smillie, on advert for Winn Solicitors. Yes they are, Carol, it's dealing with them that can be a problem]
Grammar Error Supplement G!
11th "One of you are going to have to make the first move." [Woman on Emmerdale]
12th "Michelle lays down the itinery." [Narrator on Holiday Showdown - itinery?]
13th "I've been to much worser places." [Woman on Holiday Showdown]
14th "I don't want him to think he's gotten away with this." [Peter Barlow turning all Amercian on Coronation St]
15th "If a learner driver wants to practice, what's the minimum age the person with them needs to be? [Question on The Chase]
16th "Charlie started assisting at the age of 14, siting the reasons that he wanted to give something back." [Official Olympics 2012 website, showing ignorance ref 'citing', and being unable to count]
17th "Britain name their squad for the Olympic football." [Radio 2 - does they, indeed!]
2nd "Marcus is taking me up the bistro tonight." [Antony Cotton/Sean in Coronation St]
3rd "Aesthetic? Isn't that, like, fake? [Faye]
4th "They must come over the net like a yellow banana." [Nick Mullins, ref Nadal's shots]
5th "Bacon's slippery, Dad. Fuck off." [Liam]
6th "I knew there was something Zetec about it." [Jess, showing awareness of her Ford Fiesta]
7th "After searching the area with a canine dog." [Policeman on America's Serial Killer, Channel 5]
8th "It's not like he's one of the greatest lettuce hunters." [TMWSC ref Larry the Basset Hound]
9th "He carries a large petrol tank around with him." [Nick Mullins, ref Djokovic at Wimbledon]
10th "Accidents are never easy." [Carol Smillie, on advert for Winn Solicitors. Yes they are, Carol, it's dealing with them that can be a problem]
Grammar Error Supplement G!
11th "One of you are going to have to make the first move." [Woman on Emmerdale]
12th "Michelle lays down the itinery." [Narrator on Holiday Showdown - itinery?]
13th "I've been to much worser places." [Woman on Holiday Showdown]
14th "I don't want him to think he's gotten away with this." [Peter Barlow turning all Amercian on Coronation St]
15th "If a learner driver wants to practice, what's the minimum age the person with them needs to be? [Question on The Chase]
16th "Charlie started assisting at the age of 14, siting the reasons that he wanted to give something back." [Official Olympics 2012 website, showing ignorance ref 'citing', and being unable to count]
17th "Britain name their squad for the Olympic football." [Radio 2 - does they, indeed!]
15.7.12 Seven Shops
Parked in a McDonald's car park, I observed opposite me a row of shops in the retail park. The chips were not hot enough; they were at that annoying temperature where they couldn't be described as cold, and yet they were certainly not hot. The 'taster chip' on the way out had alerted me to the issue and I'd considered my next move. I made it a continuation back to my car, rather than a return to the counter to demand another portion. The main reason for this decision was to avoid conflict where I'd be using the 'c' word in public. The fact that the cunts there were unable to co-ordinate the climax of any order such that the burger and chips were ready at the same time was grounds enough for their being considered cunts, but I suspected they wouldn't be pleased to hear this description being used, especially as all but the manager would be on the minimum wage. I saved myself a further five minute wait because the only outcome that would have worked would have been for me to wait all over again, whilst listening to the pathetic comments of the one in charge. I know this for a fact, because my arrival at the counter in the first place had coincided with her pathetic comments to another customer who'd no doubt been waiting ages because the complaint was underway. I heard the phrase: "You said 'two more minutes' two minutes ago" and surmised that the customer had been there a while, and the last attempt at teasing her with news that her food was almost ready had involved a suggestion that all would be well in two minutes.
Munching on my quarter-pounder (with cheese) I noted the line of shops - six units, like a row of terraced houses, and then a separate one about twenty yards off to the right. The signage was particulary intriguing - at least to my mind, which is perhaps not in synch with anyone else's. While resenting at an absurdly high level the very existence of McDonald's, and the fact that the meals now seem to be a pound more expensive than a couple of years ago [£12.97 for three standard sized meals - Mrs MWSC and Junior were in the car with me] I noticed the prevalence of carpets for sale. Well, actually I mean 'flooring', a more generic term to cover the other various options. Actually, I can't move on with this without wondering about my use of the word 'carpets' rather than 'carpet'. In some respects, carpets are indeed separate things, typically room-sized and of numerous different colours/patterns. So, as with 'rug' and 'rugs', singular and plural works fine. And yet, something is suggesting to me that carpet is also a mass noun in some ways, and it's also fine to refer to carpet in general, just like the word 'stuff'. So, my earlier comment could be tweaked to note the 'prevalence of carpet for sale', which sounds okay as well. I am undecided; insertion of 'different' in front of the plural version removes all doubt, but with no qualifier, both singular and plural seem valid.
It was a close run thing, but carpets outnumbered beds (not 'bedding' of course) by 4 to 3, based on the number of outlets selling these commodities, counting the seventh retail establishment off to the right. For the block of six, the score was 3-3. Why the cuntin' fuck would I want large meals? What a sad state of affairs for the plankton (sweet but dim) on the right hand till to be muttering "Is that a large meal?" after my request for "Three quarter-pounder-with-cheese meals, please." Her choice to refer to just the one was almost an invite to say, "It is indeed a fucking large meal, if I eat it all myself" but a simple "No" left my mouth with a slight hint in its tone that I didn't appreciate the fucking stupid question, and that I'd have asked for 'large meals' if I'd wanted 'large meals'. I would not have been surprised if she'd replied "We don't sell three-quarter pounders".
From the left, the first and third shops sold beds. I know this not because there were notices to this effect, but by an educated guess based on the store names: Bensons for Beds and BedShed. If I were in the market for a bed, I could do a lot worse than choose to shop at this park, what with two shops selling them being so close together. In fact, the second shop along (between the bed establishments) must have been in tune with this line of thinking when it decided to get in on the act. The second shop was called Storey Carpets. If you're in any way confused by my comment, don't be, because I can reveal that this shop had, separate from the shop name that suggested carpet-selling was going on there, signs to relay its wares, and they were: Rugs, Vinyls, Carpets, Beds. That's right! Storey Carpets deemed it necessary to tell the world with an extra sign that it sold carpets! Still, mad as that seems, it's not so mad when there's clearly a need for extra information when a carpet shop sells beds! This created a run of three shops all selling beds. I am not sure if the purchase of a bed would be better conducted by a sales person working in a bed shop than a sales person whose abilities covered (get it!) flooring as well. Whatever the case, one could shop for a bed at three shops in a row, taking in carpets, Rugs and Vinyls at the same time.
Shop number four was Topps Tiles. I suspected that this establishment might sell tiles, and any doubt was utterly removed by two massive further signs. To the left and right of the 'Topps Tiles' sign were vertically positioned letters, stating TILES. So, tiles were definitely for sale in Topps Tiles. I was further advised on what was possible within this store, through a short statement over the door - Open to the trade and public. So, 'Open' to all then. Saying the public can shop and that traders can shop means anyone can shop, so it is a pointless comment. Of course, it becomes confusing when the shop is closed, because then there's a closed shop with a note above the door saying 'Open to the trade and public' when it's clearly not open to any fucker!
Neither Bensons for Beds nor BedShed opted for further signage to clarify what was being sold, each no doubt hoping that shoppers would get the hint from the shop name. Topps Tiles customers must be of lower intelligence to need two further signs - either that, or it's the shop chain itself that is low on intelligence, deeming the overkill appropriate. As I looked at the shop, I saw no one in a confused state, because what with the place being open, it was in synch with the helpful note regarding whom shop workers would be pleased to serve.
To the right again, fifth along, was Allied Carpets. I was surprised to see the name because I was under the impression that this chain had gone bust more than once, and undergone many changes in ownership. Still, the name is a longstanding one and no doubt whichever holding company now owns the massive debts, retention of the name was deemed necessary. The owners clearly have faith in the general public's ability to deduce that carpets are for sale, and so there's no extra comment to suggest this. However. someone felt it necessary to expand on things, because a separate sign confirms that Allied Carpets also has: Vinyl, Woods & Laminates, Rugs. What percentage of people actually eat the gherkins? I sat there, removing a piece of gherkin from my mouth, having failed to get rid of it before starting to eat my burger. At the time I was surprised that only one small green slice was visible when I attended to the ritualistic 'disposal of the gherkin' routine. I'd mistakenly assumed that the person who'd compiled the quarter-pounder with cheese (and 'compile' is an advised term) had omitted a second piece. Such an oversight would have been advantageous what with me always removing the gherkins anyway, but on this occasion I was messed about. The 'compiler' had obviously decided to hide one piece (perhaps suspecting there would be a 50% chance that the person eating it would dislike gherkins) and have that dislike amplified by the effects of a piece secreted below the cheese layer. My brain had told me to expect two pieces, but I'd seen only one. I had decided on an error by McDonald's rather than subterfuge. Anyway, I removed the offending slice from my mouth and considered just how much vinyl might be on sale at Allied Carpets.
Storey Carpets was clear about its product range having lots of items, what with the helpful signs stating: Carpets, Rugs, Vinyls, Beds, - all plural. Allied Carpets did have plurals for woods and laminates, and for rugs, but for some reason there was either just the one piece of vinyl for sale, or vinyl is a mass noun. This inconsistency bothered me. The shop's name used the plural of carpet, so I expected the same approach for vinyl. It is not on to discriminate against vinyl. It would sound mad to say 'Rug' rather than 'Rugs', and that has to be because these are things of a particular size, and individual. Vinyl differs because it is stuff that's on a massive roll and bits are cut off as required. This could suggest that the general term of 'Vinyl' would be acceptable. However, if I concede that point to Allied Carpets, then what about 'carpet' then? The same applies, and so the name of the shop should be 'Allied Carpet'. (I was going to say 'I'm on a roll, here' to introduce an awful pun. Oh, I have said it.)
The term 'Woods & Laminates' is pretentious. 'Woods' is where I used to go as a kid on Sundays, in the days when no shops were open, and when theme parks were thin on the ground and massively expensive (no change there - on the expensive part, not the thin-on-the-ground part). Yes, entertainment was going to the park, or the woods, or Grandma's. The latter was not really entertaining, mainly because I knew what I was going to find - namely 'Grandma'. I suppose when I was set to go to 'the woods' then I also had an inkling of what to expect, but 'the woods' was so much more than just the 'wood' bit. There was excitement and intrigue and exploration. Grandma's house was mapped out fairly quickly, and after a couple of visits, it was 'explored'. The various woods and forests presented of course an almost limitless supply of intrigue for any child who could have no knowledge of what it might be like to shop on a Sunday, play anything that needed a TV or computer (something that didn't exist!) or have any other alternatives to Grandma. 'Wooden & Laminated Flooring' should have been the words used to relay to shoppers the wares within Allied Carpets. I will consider whether to write to the company with a prompt for new signage being considered at the next board meeting.
I wondered whether Storey Carpets sold wooden and laminated flooring. It's a slippery slope, flooring - well, hopefully not, or there'll be trouble, what with the claim culture that now exists. I mean, where does one draw the line in the retail world? I suspected that as well as the announced Rugs, Vinyls, Carpets, Beds, there was likely to be some laminated flooring on sale, and probably some expensive wooden stuff as well. Perhaps someone decided that mentioning 'Beds' was necessary, but that the product range straying into the realms of laminated and real wood flooring was a natural extension and not worthy of a sign to alert shoppers. I wondered if Allied Carpets sold beds, and had decided not to put that detail on a sign. But why would a retailer go out of its way to sell something but not advertise the fact? Why would a quarter-pounder-with-cheese compiler go out of his (or her) way to include a second piece of gherkin, but not advertise the fact? Who know the answers, eh?
I then recalled having bought (in 1996) from Allied Carpets a sofa that turned into a single bed. So, at one time, the range certainly did extend well beyond carpets. But that was so long ago, and in a time when the chain probably had more shops, no debt, and some customers who showed brand loyalty. As it happened, I returned the sofa/bed the following weekend, because the slats underneath were shit, and a number broke within a couple of days. Splicing wood to make slats that are supposed to give support is complete madness. Like gluing together tooth picks to make a fishing rod, the use of weakened (because of the flawed construction) slats to give support was a silly approach that meant the bed was doomed to fail in its endeavours - whether being used as a bed, or as a sofa during the day. I had to write and threaten Allied Carpets, quoting the consumer credit act and other shit, before I was advised by the manager that he would (as he fucking had to anyway) swap the bed for my hundred quid. Anyway, that's all off on a tangent, eh?
The last shop in this block, sixth in the line, was CarpetRIGHT. I have written it like that because that's how the logo is printed. Like most potential customers, I was pretty clear that carpet (or carpets) would be on sale within. The clue in the name was rather blatant. I considered whether it should be called 'CarpetsRIGHT' because Storey Carpets used the plural in both its name and on the sign to explain that inside, carpets were for sale. In CarpetRIGHT, carpet was for sale - singular/mass-noun. There was further signage to help out shoppers and complement the CarpetRIGHT sign. Carpet, Vinyl, Laminate, Rugs. This was all very confusing. The easy one on this list is of course 'Rugs'. No one in his right mind would expect to see 'Rug'. 'Rug for sale' would be fine for a small ad, when a private seller wants to offload a rug, but on the front of a shop, 'Rugs' is fine and appropriate. We have, I think, covered singular and plural in relation to Carpet(s) and Vinyl(s) to a satisfactory degree already. With 'Laminate' entering the frame, I need to reassess things. Why does strawberry milkshake have visibly distinct white and pink elements? Mrs MWSC had a bit, and took the lid off to discover the two-part construction of this gloopy stuff. I suspected that the mixing process had not been completed before the goo was dispensed. Still, at least the mixture was not so cold and stiff that sucking on the straw was ineffective. Occasionally it does prove impossible to defy gravity and get a taste of milkshake when it has the consistency of Polycell filler.
I remain unhappy with the term 'laminates' to mean 'laminated flooring'. Nevertheless, I will accept that for quick reference, laminates gets the point across. That concession, though, does not give CarpetRIGHT the right to make it singular. The selection of Carpet, Vinyl, Laminate, Rugs, by the company owners and directors was a wrong move. CarpetRIGHT is not unused to misleading the public, though. The company is not alone in this, but it is certainly very guilty of using terms such as "Everything Must Go", yet it (ie. everything) never does!
To summarise some of the aforementioned topics, then, we can see that:
Storey Carpets gives extra mention of it selling carpets (plural)
Allied Carpets makes no such further reference
CarpetRIGHT gives extra mention of selling carpet (singular)
All three are consistent in references to rugs (plural)
Storey Carpets mentions vinyls, but the other two state vinyl (singular)
CarpetRIGHT gives extra mention of laminate (singular)
Allied Carpets gives extra mention of laminates (plural)
Storey Carpets may or may not sell it/them, as there's no mention
Allied Carpets is keen to promote woods (plural) which no other shop mentions
Storey Carpets adds beds to its range to muscle in on its neighbours' business
Bensons for Beds and BedShed keep things simple with no further inputs
All in all, this was, and still is, most inconsistent and unsatisfactory. I looked around and realised there were fewer people around than might be at an unpublicised Punch & Judy show in a Tamworth backstreet on a rainy November evening. Does anyone know how waterless urinals work? McDonald's seems to have installed them nationally, but I've not seen them as the default in other establishments. At face value, up to 100,000 litres of water per year saved is not to be sniffed at (unlike the urinals) but I am unhappy with this claim. That means the non-use of one litre every five minutes and fifteen seconds, all year, 24/7. Now, this level of water usage is hardly reasonable considering McDonald's restaurants are not open 24/7 and they are not destination places for those wanting a piss. Even though redesignating them as 'pissing stations' might be a good thing, and divert attention away from cold chips and pointless gherkins, I don't think the facilities are up to scratch. Two urinals and one cubicle is the standard arrangement, and yet the company has completely failed to understand the need for more space. The cubicle size is not sufficient at all, and the consumers are increasing their BMIs at an alarming rate. The next time I'm asked "Is that a large meal?" I'll say - "No, because I'll end up being a fat cunt whose need to shit or piss is not going to be met by your undersized bog, so until you make that a large bog, I will defer." Somehow I don't think such a comment will be seen as relevant by a youngster with a peaked cap and five spaces for gold stars.
To the right of the block of six shops was the seventh - Frank's. Underneath this large writing was the further line, stating: The Flooring Store. This approach was quite refreshing, because it used a general terms that suggested it may well sell lots of different things that go on floors. 'Flooring' could of course include Rugs, Laminate/Laminates/Laminated Flooring, Wood/Woods/Wooden Flooring, Vinyl/Vinyls, Carpet/Carpets and even floor tiles, in competition with Topps Tiles. I happened to know that ceramic tiles were not available at Frank's, but that was probably not going to disappoint too many shoppers, what with Topps Tiles being close at hand. There was no mention of Beds at all; just because a bed is a commodity that's hardly relevant to flooring, that's no reason to suppose one cannot buy a bed. Still, Storey Carpets did actually list beds, by way of supplementary signage, as one of its offerings, so in the absence of a note from Frank, I assumed 'The Flooring Store' would cover (sorry, again) stuff that goes on to a floor and not stuff that goes on to the stuff that goes on a floor [this comment of mine obviously excludes consideration of hammocks]. Despite the general term 'flooring' being used, which should have put Frank's in a strong position, it managed to undermine itself with the next line, the company's catchphrase - "I love carpets, me!" I felt disappointed for Frank, but then revised my emotional input to being annoyed with him for being stupid. Obviously the love of carpets showed me some passion for retail on the carpet front, but whilst technically it did not actually confirm exclusion of other items, it did suggest a predominance of carpet. I did consider that the sign was probably a fair bit more inviting than the old style shops, that stated "Frank's Factory Flooring", which was hardly painting the right sort of picture. I have no idea what sort of flooring prevails in a factory, but it would hardly be appropriate for a bedroom.
I think the winner has to be Bensons for Beds. This simple company name includes the original family name together with a descriptor. Taken at face value, we are left in no doubt as to the nature of the store. Cyril Benson's general store opened in 1950 and he gave his name to the more specific bed business in 1972. There are no extra signs stating 'Beds, Beds' and so no overdoing it like Topps Tiles (Tiles, Tiles). However, upon my return from the retail park, and while typing the above, I have discovered a major twist. In 2011, there was a 'relaunch' of the Bensons for Beds business, as a merged one; the existing stores of Bensons for Beds were joined by others under the names of Sleepmasters, and BedShed. That's right - the Bensons for Beds store to the left of Storey Carepts and the BedShed store to the right of Storey Carpets are in effect the same company! What an absolute cheat. The 290+ stores under the Bensons for Beds name are allowing us all to think that the 14 shops under the BedShed name are in competition.
Generally, I prefer extra ketchup to be provided in either sachets or better still, sealed pots. This means no likelihood of spillage on the way to your car or when you're in it. The prevalence now of dispensers for red and brown sauces, and small open-topped circular containers does nothing to reassure any parent that there won't soon be, throught the actions of himself/herself or an offspring, a big dollop of gunge applied to a dashboard, or a red smear like the blade of a machete garnishing the back of a car seat. Use of sealed pots and the non-existence of a dispenser inside the McDonald's premises would also remove the undoubted health risk. Mrs MWSC observed a small kid smearing her dirty fingers where they shouldn't go, and a cunt of a dad watching her without any rebuke at all.
There were, in my opinion on the day, seven shops, but as I later established, really only six retailers. With news that Bensons for Beds was part of Steinhoff International, and an operating division of Homestyle Operations Ltd, and that BedShed was incorporated within this mess, I learnt something about beds - well, more specifically, bed sellers. Out of curiosity, I have just checked on the status of Allied Carpets, what with all the jiggery pokery at Bensons for Beds. It started in the 1950s and in the early 1980s added curtains and soft furnishings to its products. I was able to learn from its website that beds were in fact added in 1984, although not with sufficiently strong slats, you'll recall. The rebrand in 1985 (when ASDA sold it) was followed by another at the end of the 1980s when it became Allied Maple Group Ltd. In 1993 Carpetland bought it, and changed everything to the Allied Carpets name (again) before it was acquired at the end of the 1990s by Tapis Saint-Maclou, a French company. These days, it trades as Allied Carpets although it's actually Allied Floors Ltd. Anyway, it doesn't secretly own Storey Carpets or have any interest in Frank. Storey Carpets got up and running in the 1920s. The website seems to portray it as a self-contained brand, although a click to Terms & Conditions reveals a link to Carpetright PLC.
Sure enough, a click on the CarpetRIGHT website shows it is in fact the owner of the Storey Carpets business. I also discovered that the group (started in 1988) acquired the Sleepright business in 2008, and that in 155 CarpetRIGHT stores, beds are sold! Now, seeing as the shop in question had supplementary signage stating Carpet, Vinyl, Laminate, Rugs, I dare say that there were no beds in this one. So, there were in fact 5 different retailers operating the seven shops opposite McDonald's.
I quickly checked on Frank, and he's been consistent since the business got going in 1996. However, I know that two stores now do bedding, and there's a claim that 'Frank's the Bedstore' is up and running!
Mrs MWSC threw the rubbish in the bin, and we left the parking area. I noticed a very large Go Outdoors store before leaving the vicinity. There were loads of signs for "Go Just-About-Everything". Go Camping, Go Walking, Go Running etc. I think I would have liked to see 'Go Mooching', 'Go Pottering' and 'Go Galumphing' on the list.
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Munching on my quarter-pounder (with cheese) I noted the line of shops - six units, like a row of terraced houses, and then a separate one about twenty yards off to the right. The signage was particulary intriguing - at least to my mind, which is perhaps not in synch with anyone else's. While resenting at an absurdly high level the very existence of McDonald's, and the fact that the meals now seem to be a pound more expensive than a couple of years ago [£12.97 for three standard sized meals - Mrs MWSC and Junior were in the car with me] I noticed the prevalence of carpets for sale. Well, actually I mean 'flooring', a more generic term to cover the other various options. Actually, I can't move on with this without wondering about my use of the word 'carpets' rather than 'carpet'. In some respects, carpets are indeed separate things, typically room-sized and of numerous different colours/patterns. So, as with 'rug' and 'rugs', singular and plural works fine. And yet, something is suggesting to me that carpet is also a mass noun in some ways, and it's also fine to refer to carpet in general, just like the word 'stuff'. So, my earlier comment could be tweaked to note the 'prevalence of carpet for sale', which sounds okay as well. I am undecided; insertion of 'different' in front of the plural version removes all doubt, but with no qualifier, both singular and plural seem valid.
It was a close run thing, but carpets outnumbered beds (not 'bedding' of course) by 4 to 3, based on the number of outlets selling these commodities, counting the seventh retail establishment off to the right. For the block of six, the score was 3-3. Why the cuntin' fuck would I want large meals? What a sad state of affairs for the plankton (sweet but dim) on the right hand till to be muttering "Is that a large meal?" after my request for "Three quarter-pounder-with-cheese meals, please." Her choice to refer to just the one was almost an invite to say, "It is indeed a fucking large meal, if I eat it all myself" but a simple "No" left my mouth with a slight hint in its tone that I didn't appreciate the fucking stupid question, and that I'd have asked for 'large meals' if I'd wanted 'large meals'. I would not have been surprised if she'd replied "We don't sell three-quarter pounders".
From the left, the first and third shops sold beds. I know this not because there were notices to this effect, but by an educated guess based on the store names: Bensons for Beds and BedShed. If I were in the market for a bed, I could do a lot worse than choose to shop at this park, what with two shops selling them being so close together. In fact, the second shop along (between the bed establishments) must have been in tune with this line of thinking when it decided to get in on the act. The second shop was called Storey Carpets. If you're in any way confused by my comment, don't be, because I can reveal that this shop had, separate from the shop name that suggested carpet-selling was going on there, signs to relay its wares, and they were: Rugs, Vinyls, Carpets, Beds. That's right! Storey Carpets deemed it necessary to tell the world with an extra sign that it sold carpets! Still, mad as that seems, it's not so mad when there's clearly a need for extra information when a carpet shop sells beds! This created a run of three shops all selling beds. I am not sure if the purchase of a bed would be better conducted by a sales person working in a bed shop than a sales person whose abilities covered (get it!) flooring as well. Whatever the case, one could shop for a bed at three shops in a row, taking in carpets, Rugs and Vinyls at the same time.
Shop number four was Topps Tiles. I suspected that this establishment might sell tiles, and any doubt was utterly removed by two massive further signs. To the left and right of the 'Topps Tiles' sign were vertically positioned letters, stating TILES. So, tiles were definitely for sale in Topps Tiles. I was further advised on what was possible within this store, through a short statement over the door - Open to the trade and public. So, 'Open' to all then. Saying the public can shop and that traders can shop means anyone can shop, so it is a pointless comment. Of course, it becomes confusing when the shop is closed, because then there's a closed shop with a note above the door saying 'Open to the trade and public' when it's clearly not open to any fucker!
Neither Bensons for Beds nor BedShed opted for further signage to clarify what was being sold, each no doubt hoping that shoppers would get the hint from the shop name. Topps Tiles customers must be of lower intelligence to need two further signs - either that, or it's the shop chain itself that is low on intelligence, deeming the overkill appropriate. As I looked at the shop, I saw no one in a confused state, because what with the place being open, it was in synch with the helpful note regarding whom shop workers would be pleased to serve.
To the right again, fifth along, was Allied Carpets. I was surprised to see the name because I was under the impression that this chain had gone bust more than once, and undergone many changes in ownership. Still, the name is a longstanding one and no doubt whichever holding company now owns the massive debts, retention of the name was deemed necessary. The owners clearly have faith in the general public's ability to deduce that carpets are for sale, and so there's no extra comment to suggest this. However. someone felt it necessary to expand on things, because a separate sign confirms that Allied Carpets also has: Vinyl, Woods & Laminates, Rugs. What percentage of people actually eat the gherkins? I sat there, removing a piece of gherkin from my mouth, having failed to get rid of it before starting to eat my burger. At the time I was surprised that only one small green slice was visible when I attended to the ritualistic 'disposal of the gherkin' routine. I'd mistakenly assumed that the person who'd compiled the quarter-pounder with cheese (and 'compile' is an advised term) had omitted a second piece. Such an oversight would have been advantageous what with me always removing the gherkins anyway, but on this occasion I was messed about. The 'compiler' had obviously decided to hide one piece (perhaps suspecting there would be a 50% chance that the person eating it would dislike gherkins) and have that dislike amplified by the effects of a piece secreted below the cheese layer. My brain had told me to expect two pieces, but I'd seen only one. I had decided on an error by McDonald's rather than subterfuge. Anyway, I removed the offending slice from my mouth and considered just how much vinyl might be on sale at Allied Carpets.
Storey Carpets was clear about its product range having lots of items, what with the helpful signs stating: Carpets, Rugs, Vinyls, Beds, - all plural. Allied Carpets did have plurals for woods and laminates, and for rugs, but for some reason there was either just the one piece of vinyl for sale, or vinyl is a mass noun. This inconsistency bothered me. The shop's name used the plural of carpet, so I expected the same approach for vinyl. It is not on to discriminate against vinyl. It would sound mad to say 'Rug' rather than 'Rugs', and that has to be because these are things of a particular size, and individual. Vinyl differs because it is stuff that's on a massive roll and bits are cut off as required. This could suggest that the general term of 'Vinyl' would be acceptable. However, if I concede that point to Allied Carpets, then what about 'carpet' then? The same applies, and so the name of the shop should be 'Allied Carpet'. (I was going to say 'I'm on a roll, here' to introduce an awful pun. Oh, I have said it.)
The term 'Woods & Laminates' is pretentious. 'Woods' is where I used to go as a kid on Sundays, in the days when no shops were open, and when theme parks were thin on the ground and massively expensive (no change there - on the expensive part, not the thin-on-the-ground part). Yes, entertainment was going to the park, or the woods, or Grandma's. The latter was not really entertaining, mainly because I knew what I was going to find - namely 'Grandma'. I suppose when I was set to go to 'the woods' then I also had an inkling of what to expect, but 'the woods' was so much more than just the 'wood' bit. There was excitement and intrigue and exploration. Grandma's house was mapped out fairly quickly, and after a couple of visits, it was 'explored'. The various woods and forests presented of course an almost limitless supply of intrigue for any child who could have no knowledge of what it might be like to shop on a Sunday, play anything that needed a TV or computer (something that didn't exist!) or have any other alternatives to Grandma. 'Wooden & Laminated Flooring' should have been the words used to relay to shoppers the wares within Allied Carpets. I will consider whether to write to the company with a prompt for new signage being considered at the next board meeting.
I wondered whether Storey Carpets sold wooden and laminated flooring. It's a slippery slope, flooring - well, hopefully not, or there'll be trouble, what with the claim culture that now exists. I mean, where does one draw the line in the retail world? I suspected that as well as the announced Rugs, Vinyls, Carpets, Beds, there was likely to be some laminated flooring on sale, and probably some expensive wooden stuff as well. Perhaps someone decided that mentioning 'Beds' was necessary, but that the product range straying into the realms of laminated and real wood flooring was a natural extension and not worthy of a sign to alert shoppers. I wondered if Allied Carpets sold beds, and had decided not to put that detail on a sign. But why would a retailer go out of its way to sell something but not advertise the fact? Why would a quarter-pounder-with-cheese compiler go out of his (or her) way to include a second piece of gherkin, but not advertise the fact? Who know the answers, eh?
I then recalled having bought (in 1996) from Allied Carpets a sofa that turned into a single bed. So, at one time, the range certainly did extend well beyond carpets. But that was so long ago, and in a time when the chain probably had more shops, no debt, and some customers who showed brand loyalty. As it happened, I returned the sofa/bed the following weekend, because the slats underneath were shit, and a number broke within a couple of days. Splicing wood to make slats that are supposed to give support is complete madness. Like gluing together tooth picks to make a fishing rod, the use of weakened (because of the flawed construction) slats to give support was a silly approach that meant the bed was doomed to fail in its endeavours - whether being used as a bed, or as a sofa during the day. I had to write and threaten Allied Carpets, quoting the consumer credit act and other shit, before I was advised by the manager that he would (as he fucking had to anyway) swap the bed for my hundred quid. Anyway, that's all off on a tangent, eh?
The last shop in this block, sixth in the line, was CarpetRIGHT. I have written it like that because that's how the logo is printed. Like most potential customers, I was pretty clear that carpet (or carpets) would be on sale within. The clue in the name was rather blatant. I considered whether it should be called 'CarpetsRIGHT' because Storey Carpets used the plural in both its name and on the sign to explain that inside, carpets were for sale. In CarpetRIGHT, carpet was for sale - singular/mass-noun. There was further signage to help out shoppers and complement the CarpetRIGHT sign. Carpet, Vinyl, Laminate, Rugs. This was all very confusing. The easy one on this list is of course 'Rugs'. No one in his right mind would expect to see 'Rug'. 'Rug for sale' would be fine for a small ad, when a private seller wants to offload a rug, but on the front of a shop, 'Rugs' is fine and appropriate. We have, I think, covered singular and plural in relation to Carpet(s) and Vinyl(s) to a satisfactory degree already. With 'Laminate' entering the frame, I need to reassess things. Why does strawberry milkshake have visibly distinct white and pink elements? Mrs MWSC had a bit, and took the lid off to discover the two-part construction of this gloopy stuff. I suspected that the mixing process had not been completed before the goo was dispensed. Still, at least the mixture was not so cold and stiff that sucking on the straw was ineffective. Occasionally it does prove impossible to defy gravity and get a taste of milkshake when it has the consistency of Polycell filler.
I remain unhappy with the term 'laminates' to mean 'laminated flooring'. Nevertheless, I will accept that for quick reference, laminates gets the point across. That concession, though, does not give CarpetRIGHT the right to make it singular. The selection of Carpet, Vinyl, Laminate, Rugs, by the company owners and directors was a wrong move. CarpetRIGHT is not unused to misleading the public, though. The company is not alone in this, but it is certainly very guilty of using terms such as "Everything Must Go", yet it (ie. everything) never does!
To summarise some of the aforementioned topics, then, we can see that:
Storey Carpets gives extra mention of it selling carpets (plural)
Allied Carpets makes no such further reference
CarpetRIGHT gives extra mention of selling carpet (singular)
All three are consistent in references to rugs (plural)
Storey Carpets mentions vinyls, but the other two state vinyl (singular)
CarpetRIGHT gives extra mention of laminate (singular)
Allied Carpets gives extra mention of laminates (plural)
Storey Carpets may or may not sell it/them, as there's no mention
Allied Carpets is keen to promote woods (plural) which no other shop mentions
Storey Carpets adds beds to its range to muscle in on its neighbours' business
Bensons for Beds and BedShed keep things simple with no further inputs
All in all, this was, and still is, most inconsistent and unsatisfactory. I looked around and realised there were fewer people around than might be at an unpublicised Punch & Judy show in a Tamworth backstreet on a rainy November evening. Does anyone know how waterless urinals work? McDonald's seems to have installed them nationally, but I've not seen them as the default in other establishments. At face value, up to 100,000 litres of water per year saved is not to be sniffed at (unlike the urinals) but I am unhappy with this claim. That means the non-use of one litre every five minutes and fifteen seconds, all year, 24/7. Now, this level of water usage is hardly reasonable considering McDonald's restaurants are not open 24/7 and they are not destination places for those wanting a piss. Even though redesignating them as 'pissing stations' might be a good thing, and divert attention away from cold chips and pointless gherkins, I don't think the facilities are up to scratch. Two urinals and one cubicle is the standard arrangement, and yet the company has completely failed to understand the need for more space. The cubicle size is not sufficient at all, and the consumers are increasing their BMIs at an alarming rate. The next time I'm asked "Is that a large meal?" I'll say - "No, because I'll end up being a fat cunt whose need to shit or piss is not going to be met by your undersized bog, so until you make that a large bog, I will defer." Somehow I don't think such a comment will be seen as relevant by a youngster with a peaked cap and five spaces for gold stars.
To the right of the block of six shops was the seventh - Frank's. Underneath this large writing was the further line, stating: The Flooring Store. This approach was quite refreshing, because it used a general terms that suggested it may well sell lots of different things that go on floors. 'Flooring' could of course include Rugs, Laminate/Laminates/Laminated Flooring, Wood/Woods/Wooden Flooring, Vinyl/Vinyls, Carpet/Carpets and even floor tiles, in competition with Topps Tiles. I happened to know that ceramic tiles were not available at Frank's, but that was probably not going to disappoint too many shoppers, what with Topps Tiles being close at hand. There was no mention of Beds at all; just because a bed is a commodity that's hardly relevant to flooring, that's no reason to suppose one cannot buy a bed. Still, Storey Carpets did actually list beds, by way of supplementary signage, as one of its offerings, so in the absence of a note from Frank, I assumed 'The Flooring Store' would cover (sorry, again) stuff that goes on to a floor and not stuff that goes on to the stuff that goes on a floor [this comment of mine obviously excludes consideration of hammocks]. Despite the general term 'flooring' being used, which should have put Frank's in a strong position, it managed to undermine itself with the next line, the company's catchphrase - "I love carpets, me!" I felt disappointed for Frank, but then revised my emotional input to being annoyed with him for being stupid. Obviously the love of carpets showed me some passion for retail on the carpet front, but whilst technically it did not actually confirm exclusion of other items, it did suggest a predominance of carpet. I did consider that the sign was probably a fair bit more inviting than the old style shops, that stated "Frank's Factory Flooring", which was hardly painting the right sort of picture. I have no idea what sort of flooring prevails in a factory, but it would hardly be appropriate for a bedroom.
I think the winner has to be Bensons for Beds. This simple company name includes the original family name together with a descriptor. Taken at face value, we are left in no doubt as to the nature of the store. Cyril Benson's general store opened in 1950 and he gave his name to the more specific bed business in 1972. There are no extra signs stating 'Beds, Beds' and so no overdoing it like Topps Tiles (Tiles, Tiles). However, upon my return from the retail park, and while typing the above, I have discovered a major twist. In 2011, there was a 'relaunch' of the Bensons for Beds business, as a merged one; the existing stores of Bensons for Beds were joined by others under the names of Sleepmasters, and BedShed. That's right - the Bensons for Beds store to the left of Storey Carepts and the BedShed store to the right of Storey Carpets are in effect the same company! What an absolute cheat. The 290+ stores under the Bensons for Beds name are allowing us all to think that the 14 shops under the BedShed name are in competition.
Generally, I prefer extra ketchup to be provided in either sachets or better still, sealed pots. This means no likelihood of spillage on the way to your car or when you're in it. The prevalence now of dispensers for red and brown sauces, and small open-topped circular containers does nothing to reassure any parent that there won't soon be, throught the actions of himself/herself or an offspring, a big dollop of gunge applied to a dashboard, or a red smear like the blade of a machete garnishing the back of a car seat. Use of sealed pots and the non-existence of a dispenser inside the McDonald's premises would also remove the undoubted health risk. Mrs MWSC observed a small kid smearing her dirty fingers where they shouldn't go, and a cunt of a dad watching her without any rebuke at all.
There were, in my opinion on the day, seven shops, but as I later established, really only six retailers. With news that Bensons for Beds was part of Steinhoff International, and an operating division of Homestyle Operations Ltd, and that BedShed was incorporated within this mess, I learnt something about beds - well, more specifically, bed sellers. Out of curiosity, I have just checked on the status of Allied Carpets, what with all the jiggery pokery at Bensons for Beds. It started in the 1950s and in the early 1980s added curtains and soft furnishings to its products. I was able to learn from its website that beds were in fact added in 1984, although not with sufficiently strong slats, you'll recall. The rebrand in 1985 (when ASDA sold it) was followed by another at the end of the 1980s when it became Allied Maple Group Ltd. In 1993 Carpetland bought it, and changed everything to the Allied Carpets name (again) before it was acquired at the end of the 1990s by Tapis Saint-Maclou, a French company. These days, it trades as Allied Carpets although it's actually Allied Floors Ltd. Anyway, it doesn't secretly own Storey Carpets or have any interest in Frank. Storey Carpets got up and running in the 1920s. The website seems to portray it as a self-contained brand, although a click to Terms & Conditions reveals a link to Carpetright PLC.
Sure enough, a click on the CarpetRIGHT website shows it is in fact the owner of the Storey Carpets business. I also discovered that the group (started in 1988) acquired the Sleepright business in 2008, and that in 155 CarpetRIGHT stores, beds are sold! Now, seeing as the shop in question had supplementary signage stating Carpet, Vinyl, Laminate, Rugs, I dare say that there were no beds in this one. So, there were in fact 5 different retailers operating the seven shops opposite McDonald's.
I quickly checked on Frank, and he's been consistent since the business got going in 1996. However, I know that two stores now do bedding, and there's a claim that 'Frank's the Bedstore' is up and running!
Mrs MWSC threw the rubbish in the bin, and we left the parking area. I noticed a very large Go Outdoors store before leaving the vicinity. There were loads of signs for "Go Just-About-Everything". Go Camping, Go Walking, Go Running etc. I think I would have liked to see 'Go Mooching', 'Go Pottering' and 'Go Galumphing' on the list.
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Wednesday, 11 July 2012
11.7.12 Bird Cage Delivery
I decided (long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadow) - sorry, it just came into my head - a while ago that I'd like to get some finches. Jimmy the canary will never lose his 'top spot' but I thought it would be nice to have a few more tweeters in the house. I therefore decided to buy another bird cage, and went on line to find the cage I wanted on Monday evening, over a week ago. My experience was less than satisfactory, from the time the order was placed through to the arrival of the cage today - a full week later.
For anyone who occasionally has an issue with online shopping, and cause to moan about delivery being delayed, take note of the following account which shows the steps relating to this order.
Tue 3rd July - Order placed with Personalised Pet Products
I asked about delivery and was told that it would be despatched the next day for delivery by Friday.
Tue 3rd July - 2.30pm: email received
Your order has been updated to the following status: Complete
Please reply to this email if you have any queries.
Fri 6th July - 5.00pm: email sent to PPP
I was rather hoping that a Tuesday order for despatch by Wednesday would mean delivery by Friday (?)
I think it would be helpful either to email with a tracking number for the courier, and/or to state which carrier you are using, and/or give an indication of the service level being used, eg. 24hr, 48hr, 72hr. It's not the end of the world but I won't be buying birds to put in the cage this weekend, and will have to wait another week . . .
Rgds
Mon 9th July - 11.15pm: email sent to PP after no delivery or response
Can someone please email with some news on delivery! This is hardly a good customer experience. When was the item despatched, with which carrier was it sent, when is it scheduled to arrive, and how come it takes so long to: a) get the item, and b) get an answer from you? If my order on Tuesday was despatched Wednesday, surely it's overdue - or have you found a 3-5 day service to use and I'm getting the 5-day part?
Please advise - thanks.
Tue 10th July - 9.50am: email received
Order ID 2989 Date Ordered: 03/07/2012
Your order has been updated to the following status: Shipped
The comments for your order are:
Thank you for your recent order. This has been despatched using Fedex. Your consignment number is 10173930339
Please reply to this email if you have any questions.
By this stage I was pissed off. The delivery should have been completed by Friday, and yet here I was receiving an email - at last - that answered some of my queries, and confirmed the thing had been shipped - fucking marvellous. Oh how I jumped for joy at the wonderful news that something I'd paid for a week ago was finally in the 'shipped' category!
Tue 10th July - 10.15pm: A check on the FedexUK/ANC site
9th July: Despatched
10th July 7.53am: Arrived at Delivery Depot
Service Level: Within 3 days
At least I was able to see the fucking thing, and know it was 16 miles away. In theory, I'd be receiving it either today, Wed 11th or tomorrow, Thu 12th.
Wed 11th July - 1.20pm: Delivery made
The box was so bent that I struggled to believe it was packaged by anyone with a brain - it was taped up in a way that it could have been the handiwork of a manic four-year-old who'd been fed 1500 blue Smarties and given 6 litres of Coke. Part of it was protruding from one side of the cardboard. I commend Fedex for not buggering the box and for the contents arriving safe despite the weird packing style. In fact, the delivery only took two days, and it was the retailer that needed four days (plus a weekend) to despatch the cunt!
So, there you have it (the quick run-down) and I have it (the cage) at last. Most people would think a Tuesday lunchtime order and delivery on the Wednesday was good, but normal. However, delivery was not the next day but a week and a day after the order - not good. I shall not order again. In summary, the delivery service and timescale is but one element of the process; of equal or greater significance is the approach of the retailer. If the retailer acts like a half-soaked, forgetful, hormonal teenager who thinks he's being nagged to tidy his room, then it's not surprising things take rather longer. Overall, a 6-day delivery.
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For anyone who occasionally has an issue with online shopping, and cause to moan about delivery being delayed, take note of the following account which shows the steps relating to this order.
Tue 3rd July - Order placed with Personalised Pet Products
I asked about delivery and was told that it would be despatched the next day for delivery by Friday.
Tue 3rd July - 2.30pm: email received
Your order has been updated to the following status: Complete
Please reply to this email if you have any queries.
Fri 6th July - 5.00pm: email sent to PPP
I was rather hoping that a Tuesday order for despatch by Wednesday would mean delivery by Friday (?)
I think it would be helpful either to email with a tracking number for the courier, and/or to state which carrier you are using, and/or give an indication of the service level being used, eg. 24hr, 48hr, 72hr. It's not the end of the world but I won't be buying birds to put in the cage this weekend, and will have to wait another week . . .
Rgds
Mon 9th July - 11.15pm: email sent to PP after no delivery or response
Can someone please email with some news on delivery! This is hardly a good customer experience. When was the item despatched, with which carrier was it sent, when is it scheduled to arrive, and how come it takes so long to: a) get the item, and b) get an answer from you? If my order on Tuesday was despatched Wednesday, surely it's overdue - or have you found a 3-5 day service to use and I'm getting the 5-day part?
Please advise - thanks.
Tue 10th July - 9.50am: email received
Order ID 2989 Date Ordered: 03/07/2012
Your order has been updated to the following status: Shipped
The comments for your order are:
Thank you for your recent order. This has been despatched using Fedex. Your consignment number is 10173930339
Please reply to this email if you have any questions.
By this stage I was pissed off. The delivery should have been completed by Friday, and yet here I was receiving an email - at last - that answered some of my queries, and confirmed the thing had been shipped - fucking marvellous. Oh how I jumped for joy at the wonderful news that something I'd paid for a week ago was finally in the 'shipped' category!
Tue 10th July - 10.15pm: A check on the FedexUK/ANC site
9th July: Despatched
10th July 7.53am: Arrived at Delivery Depot
Service Level: Within 3 days
At least I was able to see the fucking thing, and know it was 16 miles away. In theory, I'd be receiving it either today, Wed 11th or tomorrow, Thu 12th.
Wed 11th July - 1.20pm: Delivery made
The box was so bent that I struggled to believe it was packaged by anyone with a brain - it was taped up in a way that it could have been the handiwork of a manic four-year-old who'd been fed 1500 blue Smarties and given 6 litres of Coke. Part of it was protruding from one side of the cardboard. I commend Fedex for not buggering the box and for the contents arriving safe despite the weird packing style. In fact, the delivery only took two days, and it was the retailer that needed four days (plus a weekend) to despatch the cunt!
So, there you have it (the quick run-down) and I have it (the cage) at last. Most people would think a Tuesday lunchtime order and delivery on the Wednesday was good, but normal. However, delivery was not the next day but a week and a day after the order - not good. I shall not order again. In summary, the delivery service and timescale is but one element of the process; of equal or greater significance is the approach of the retailer. If the retailer acts like a half-soaked, forgetful, hormonal teenager who thinks he's being nagged to tidy his room, then it's not surprising things take rather longer. Overall, a 6-day delivery.
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Monday, 9 July 2012
9.7.12 Silverstone Grand Prix
It was an exciting race, and made for good entertainment - except of course for the commentary. More arduous than actually driving a car in the race and travelling at ludicrous speeds, while experiencing high g-forces over many laps, was the incessant and massively annoying noise of David Couthard. It's got little to do with his having a Scottish accent - it about the weird and frustrating intonation he dishes out. He drags out some words, mispronounces others, and lifts the pitch of words at inappropriate stages. Many of the final syllables of words are uttered with a rise that signals a slight question - one that he's going to answer himself by continuing to talk into his microphone without let-up. Shut up, please! Just give it a break every now and then, and let me get over the crushing agony of temporary aural and mental problems induced by the monotonous tripe that's forced my way.
On the matter of tripe, here are some examples of input:
"If you're hit by 640 kilos of racing car, something's going to hurt." [Thanks for that, David]
"Can he respond on those new set of Options?" ['On those options' or 'On that new set of Options' - one or the other, please, but not your drivel]
"They're both on different tyres." [No, David, they can't be, because there are two types of tyre, and they can't both be on different tyres. There is nothing to compare their choices with! They can both be on the soft tyres, or both on the prime tyres, and they can thus be on different tyres from one another, but they cannot both be on different tyres - just say "they're on different tyres" and be done with it]
While I'm relaying my grievances, I must just include a Derek Warwick quote which I noted as he talked to Coulthard on the grid before the start:
"This is one of the tick boxes that all drivers want to win." Nob.
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On the matter of tripe, here are some examples of input:
"If you're hit by 640 kilos of racing car, something's going to hurt." [Thanks for that, David]
"Can he respond on those new set of Options?" ['On those options' or 'On that new set of Options' - one or the other, please, but not your drivel]
"They're both on different tyres." [No, David, they can't be, because there are two types of tyre, and they can't both be on different tyres. There is nothing to compare their choices with! They can both be on the soft tyres, or both on the prime tyres, and they can thus be on different tyres from one another, but they cannot both be on different tyres - just say "they're on different tyres" and be done with it]
While I'm relaying my grievances, I must just include a Derek Warwick quote which I noted as he talked to Coulthard on the grid before the start:
"This is one of the tick boxes that all drivers want to win." Nob.
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9.7.12 Football Quotes of the Euros 2012
If the pundits and commentators are not talking rubbish, they are murdering the English language, and making sure they ignore all the rules of grammar. No one ever 'raises questions' now, about any issue; it seems that there's a fad to 'raise question marks' instead! There are so many tired phrases and metaphors that now seem compulsory for inclusion in the verbal nonsense. I have ignored the most nauseating, which include a desperation to say (in respect of footballers kicking a ball around):
a) He put in a shift
b) He asked questions of him
c) That was a good day at the office
d) It was the icing on the cake
e) He needs to make a change of personnel
f) He had his pocket picked
g) He'll be disappointed with that
This illiterate bunch of blokes is overpaid for what amounts to inane shit. What leave the mouths of these people (at a phenomenal cost per word) is mind boggling. Here is just a sample of the rubbish relayed to us during the Euro 2012 Championship. In a few cases, I've included an explanatory note, although sometimes it's funnier to just read the words with no link to context. If ever anyone needs a glimpse of the blindingly obvious, Shearer's the man to assist.
1 - "You've gotta create chances and score goals to win games." [Alan Shearer]
2 - "Why can't he just pull the trigger, and shoot himself." [Martin Keown, ref Nasri]
3 - "Today's sheet is already stained." [Commentator, ref Ireland conceding in 3rd minute]
4 - "We haven't seen too much long balls in the competition." [Mick McCarthy]
5 - "The Greek physio doesn't seem to be at the forefront of medical science; he's come on with just a bottle of water." [Commentator, ref Karagounis being kicked in the head by a Czech player]
6 - "A journalist in Spain was asked who's Spain's main opponents now were." [Gary Lineker]
7 - "Let's give a lot of quality to the finish." [Andy Townsend]
8 - "He's got more of a freer role." [Alan Shearer]
9 - "When you get something as good as they are." [Lee Dixon]
10 - "Some footballers' body language give nothing away." [Clive Tyldesley]
11 - "It goes to a mini-league of three teams, or however many number are involved." [Martin Brotherton]
12 - "This would be a big question mark for me . . . . . there's a big question mark about that." [Alan Shearer]
13 - "A goal that raised serious question marks." [Clive Tyldesley]
14 - "I can't believe how leisurely the game is being played at." [Martin Keown]
15 - "He fluffed his lines, didn't he!" [Martin Keown]
16 - "The amount of times he got down the right side." [Lee Dixon, avoiding the word "number"]
17 - "Every live show and every highlights show are available on the iPlayer." [Gary Lineker losing the plot over singular and plural]
18 - "That was the face of Irish panic." [Jim Beglin]
19 - "He got in there a little bit too easy." [Andy Townsend proving he doesn't know what an adverb is]
20 - "It forced Spain into a game to which they're not familiar." [Gary Lineker]
21 - "Spain has swapped their rural retreat for . . . . " [Has they indeed, Mr Commentator]
22 - "You do feel sorry for him as the rains run down the back of his neck." [Adrian Chiles, suggesting there are different types of rain targeting the Manager of the Ireland team]
To finish, here's a very short exchange between Martin Keown and Jonathan Pearce, with translations in orange, in case anyone is unsure on the meaning of 'experience'..
JP: "He did go down like a sack of spuds."
MK: "He used his experience, didn't he." [He cheated]
...
a) He put in a shift
b) He asked questions of him
c) That was a good day at the office
d) It was the icing on the cake
e) He needs to make a change of personnel
f) He had his pocket picked
g) He'll be disappointed with that
This illiterate bunch of blokes is overpaid for what amounts to inane shit. What leave the mouths of these people (at a phenomenal cost per word) is mind boggling. Here is just a sample of the rubbish relayed to us during the Euro 2012 Championship. In a few cases, I've included an explanatory note, although sometimes it's funnier to just read the words with no link to context. If ever anyone needs a glimpse of the blindingly obvious, Shearer's the man to assist.
1 - "You've gotta create chances and score goals to win games." [Alan Shearer]
2 - "Why can't he just pull the trigger, and shoot himself." [Martin Keown, ref Nasri]
3 - "Today's sheet is already stained." [Commentator, ref Ireland conceding in 3rd minute]
4 - "We haven't seen too much long balls in the competition." [Mick McCarthy]
5 - "The Greek physio doesn't seem to be at the forefront of medical science; he's come on with just a bottle of water." [Commentator, ref Karagounis being kicked in the head by a Czech player]
6 - "A journalist in Spain was asked who's Spain's main opponents now were." [Gary Lineker]
7 - "Let's give a lot of quality to the finish." [Andy Townsend]
8 - "He's got more of a freer role." [Alan Shearer]
9 - "When you get something as good as they are." [Lee Dixon]
10 - "Some footballers' body language give nothing away." [Clive Tyldesley]
11 - "It goes to a mini-league of three teams, or however many number are involved." [Martin Brotherton]
12 - "This would be a big question mark for me . . . . . there's a big question mark about that." [Alan Shearer]
13 - "A goal that raised serious question marks." [Clive Tyldesley]
14 - "I can't believe how leisurely the game is being played at." [Martin Keown]
15 - "He fluffed his lines, didn't he!" [Martin Keown]
16 - "The amount of times he got down the right side." [Lee Dixon, avoiding the word "number"]
17 - "Every live show and every highlights show are available on the iPlayer." [Gary Lineker losing the plot over singular and plural]
18 - "That was the face of Irish panic." [Jim Beglin]
19 - "He got in there a little bit too easy." [Andy Townsend proving he doesn't know what an adverb is]
20 - "It forced Spain into a game to which they're not familiar." [Gary Lineker]
21 - "Spain has swapped their rural retreat for . . . . " [Has they indeed, Mr Commentator]
22 - "You do feel sorry for him as the rains run down the back of his neck." [Adrian Chiles, suggesting there are different types of rain targeting the Manager of the Ireland team]
To finish, here's a very short exchange between Martin Keown and Jonathan Pearce, with translations in orange, in case anyone is unsure on the meaning of 'experience'..
JP: "He did go down like a sack of spuds."
MK: "He used his experience, didn't he." [He cheated]
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Sunday, 8 July 2012
8.7.12 Men's Tennis Final
Bad luck, Andy. You had a good run this year but unfortunately is wasn't meant to be. I must say that I have been narked to fuck by the establishment's obsession with your possible victory. I was hoping for a good and close game of tennis and was rewarded with such. I have no idea why I was somehow expected to cheer for you rather than Federer purely on the basis of your being born in Scotland. I remain of the opinion that the lunacy of cheering for individuals based on birthplace would be matched if we were all instead supposed to show allegiance based on common star signs, sexual orientation, food preferences, size of feet or favourite colours. Only when a player is competing for a national team in an international event does nationality have any relevance.
On the more general point of likeability being a factor when one decides on whom might be supported, Mr Murray has to date not really connected with the masses. It's not really his fault, but I cannot help but point out he is woefully short of good attributes. To lose out in terms of looks, personality, voice tone and sense of humour to Federer (a Swiss player !!!) is hardly a great start.
This year's Men's Singles Towel Wiping Final from Wimbledon was an exciting affair, with Roger Federer just managing to beat Andy Murray. The ever-cool Federer managed to complete the match with fewer unforced towel wipes, winning three sets to one.
Tennis is of course a sport with extreme demands, and players are scientifically proven to be more likely to sweat profusely - why else would such frantic wiping be an integral feature of the game? Footballers, basketball players, volleyball player and squash players are all complete lightweights in comparison, for they sweat so little and need no dab of a towel after every single point of any match, or between periods of play.
At one stage in history, it was thought that the massive problems caused by sweat had been solved through the invention of wristbands. Yet, despite wearing one on each wrist, Andy Murray is living proof that they just don't work, and that they are inadequate for the amount of liquid that pours off his face. The end result was a massive demand upon whichever ball girl was located at the back of the court, on the side from which he preferred to receive the point-by-point use of his towel. In no other sport is there a servant to allow the mopping of a brow every minute for over three hours. I noticed today that the duties of the ball girl at the back of the court were perhaps more than those of any other because in such a position, the input included mutiple facets. These were:
At set point (first set) Andy Murray needed four balls before he could be happy with two that would be okay to use for his next point. I have no idea what the criteria are for a tennis ball to make the grade, and pass inspection. The ball boys and ball girls did a great job, though they were of course expected to pick up twice as many balls as necessary. This was because they had to run around collecting those discarded by the players seconds after having requesting them.
At two games to one in favour of Federer, in the second set, Murray was serving to start the fourth game. After his minute-and-a-half rest, during which he'd no doubt prepared himself properly, he served an ace. After this single and minimal exertion, he needed the ball girl to run towards him and provide the towel for a wipe of the forehead! Pathetic. I've seen a granny cover a number on a bingo card with her dobber using more pressure than Murray used with the towel. It's all ritualistic and mad. Just an observation - doubles players do not wipe their brows every point. I am not sure why, but suspect it's got something to do with the fact that they have something else to be doing, to while away the seconds beween points. This is of course the need to taps hands/palms/fingers/knuckles with their playing partner at the end of every fucking point. What this proves, though, is that in singles, the towel wipe is an affectation and not a need.
Towels are being laundered (or stolen) as I type this report, and I give thanks for not having seen Cliff Richard. However, it's true to say that I've seen so little of the tennis this year that I may have been luckier than most - not about seeing less tennis, but missing Cliff, if he was actually around the place.
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On the more general point of likeability being a factor when one decides on whom might be supported, Mr Murray has to date not really connected with the masses. It's not really his fault, but I cannot help but point out he is woefully short of good attributes. To lose out in terms of looks, personality, voice tone and sense of humour to Federer (a Swiss player !!!) is hardly a great start.
This year's Men's Singles Towel Wiping Final from Wimbledon was an exciting affair, with Roger Federer just managing to beat Andy Murray. The ever-cool Federer managed to complete the match with fewer unforced towel wipes, winning three sets to one.
Tennis is of course a sport with extreme demands, and players are scientifically proven to be more likely to sweat profusely - why else would such frantic wiping be an integral feature of the game? Footballers, basketball players, volleyball player and squash players are all complete lightweights in comparison, for they sweat so little and need no dab of a towel after every single point of any match, or between periods of play.
At one stage in history, it was thought that the massive problems caused by sweat had been solved through the invention of wristbands. Yet, despite wearing one on each wrist, Andy Murray is living proof that they just don't work, and that they are inadequate for the amount of liquid that pours off his face. The end result was a massive demand upon whichever ball girl was located at the back of the court, on the side from which he preferred to receive the point-by-point use of his towel. In no other sport is there a servant to allow the mopping of a brow every minute for over three hours. I noticed today that the duties of the ball girl at the back of the court were perhaps more than those of any other because in such a position, the input included mutiple facets. These were:
- Providing either three or four balls for Mr Murray to have a look at, ahead of serving.
- Retrieving one or two balls nonchalently discarded so that there were just the two in his possession needed for a first and possible second serve.
- At the end of a point during general play, running to pick up any balls terminating their journeys towards the back of the court.
- Running to offer a towel wipe at the end of every point and/or exertion by Murray.
- Replacing the towel on the chair of the line judge (who was permanently standing up just in front of it).
- Running to hand over the towel at the end of a game, as Murray went to sit in his chair.
At set point (first set) Andy Murray needed four balls before he could be happy with two that would be okay to use for his next point. I have no idea what the criteria are for a tennis ball to make the grade, and pass inspection. The ball boys and ball girls did a great job, though they were of course expected to pick up twice as many balls as necessary. This was because they had to run around collecting those discarded by the players seconds after having requesting them.
At two games to one in favour of Federer, in the second set, Murray was serving to start the fourth game. After his minute-and-a-half rest, during which he'd no doubt prepared himself properly, he served an ace. After this single and minimal exertion, he needed the ball girl to run towards him and provide the towel for a wipe of the forehead! Pathetic. I've seen a granny cover a number on a bingo card with her dobber using more pressure than Murray used with the towel. It's all ritualistic and mad. Just an observation - doubles players do not wipe their brows every point. I am not sure why, but suspect it's got something to do with the fact that they have something else to be doing, to while away the seconds beween points. This is of course the need to taps hands/palms/fingers/knuckles with their playing partner at the end of every fucking point. What this proves, though, is that in singles, the towel wipe is an affectation and not a need.
The 3 Components of Andy Murray
William Wallace Judy Murray Hard Bastard
So that's it, then, for another year. I won't have to read about Bunny Austin, or Murray Mound / Henman Hill for a while, nor wonder why the women are paid the same for 'best of three' as the men are for 'best of five', especially when for ten years it's been true that Serena Williams has been more than able to compete with the blokes. By the time Murray wins Wimbledon, I suspect Scotland would have become independent, and so I'll be expected to look for an Englishman upon whom I am supposed to pin all my hopes, cheer for incessantly, and lose all perspective.Towels are being laundered (or stolen) as I type this report, and I give thanks for not having seen Cliff Richard. However, it's true to say that I've seen so little of the tennis this year that I may have been luckier than most - not about seeing less tennis, but missing Cliff, if he was actually around the place.
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Saturday, 7 July 2012
7.7.12 Greatest Fallacies (No. 34)
"One size fits all"
This is quite simply a lie, and despite the prevalence of this statement on all manner of items, it is an outrageous claim.
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This is quite simply a lie, and despite the prevalence of this statement on all manner of items, it is an outrageous claim.
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Friday, 6 July 2012
6.7.12 Newsround
BBC Lunacy
It is fucking disgraceful how wankers who run things are so ill-equipped to function. Before I am specific, let's just recap for a moment. The BBC's coverage of the Jubilee celebrations was basically shit; this view is fairly universally acknowledged and the shambolic approach was reported on by just about everyone in the media. The man in charge of this event was 49-year-old George Entwistle. On top of the fiasco of the Jubilee coverage, for which he was responsible, it should be noted that he has been at the BBC for 23 years. So you'd think that he must have been noticed by the board of the BBC Trust, who appoint for the position of Director General.
I am therefore fucking cunting disgusted that £157,000 was paid to recruitment consultants! Talk about squandering money! Spending that sort of money on 'headhunting' when there's some furniture (or should that be dead wood) under your own fucking corporate note is an outrage. Yes, the man under the nose of those running the Trust has been given the job after £157k was wasted.
24 Hours in A&E
I watched a bit of this programme the other night, and was appalled at the fucked-up state of the country, which allows the NHS to be used as a repair workshop for people who self-abuse. If I drive my car into a lamp post or put the wrong fuel in it at the BP station, then it's me who has to pay for the repairs, or the flushing of the system. However, it all changes when it comes to humans and there's apparently no cuntin' responsibility taken by arseholes who fuck themselves up and then expect to be fixed. Twats who drink so much they end up in the casualty department are draining the NHS of resources, and paying nothing for the chaos they create. Broken bones because of accidents through intoxication and/or injuries from resultant fights are all dealt with in A&E by staff who ought to help people in real need.
On this episode, loads of people were brought in suffering from the effects of taking 'GBL' and had in effect treated their bodies in the same way as putting diesel in a petrol car and wondering why it then conked out. This is shit. Die or cough up (not literally . . . . or, mabe . . . ?) because those causing their own problems at this level are stopping resources being used for rather more worthwhile things. People unlucky enough to get ill or injured should be able to expect treatment. However, there's not enough money for some treatments or operations. Yet the cunt who's got drunk at a party, taken some drugs, headbutted a copper and been dragged to hospital with a broken arm and a gash in his head will drain the department of time and effort, money, and patience (good pun, eh?). The cost for all this? Nothing, because taxpayers and the government sort it all out in a shit way at a high level. The aforementioned bloke will have numerous staff helping him 'get better' for no penalty at all - if we remove the headbutt aspect. Meanwhile, if I drive at 45mph in a 40mph zone on a duel carriageway, inconveniencing and hurting no one at all, some cunt wants to give me three points and a £60 fine (soon to be £90). The UK is fucked; the NHS is fucked; priorities in the UK are fucked. We are all fucked.
On an associated subject, it seems fucking madness that judges, who find themselves dealing with acts of violence by tossers who've taken drugs, are very often disposed to being lenient for no cunting reason - other than an apparent wish to recognise that the actions of these offenders were out of character !! Hang on . . . . . people take drugs to become something else, they become something else and bite someone's nose off and break another's leg, and the cunting judge suspends a short sentence because it was either "out of character" or a "first offence" (that anyone knows of). Shoot the cunts! This country is fucked and judges are fucking useless about 85% of the time.
Weather Or Not
We've had so much rain that whether (forgive the pun) it's summer or winter is proving to be irrelevant. However, just to help keep us on track, I was informed on a forecast a few days ago by the TV presenter masquerading as someone who has got a clue about weather that there will be some more "summer lightning" to look out for. I must say that "looking out for" lightning is not one of my favourite pastimes, and I was not actually in need of clarification on which fucking month it is, and thus which season we're in. In the UK, at the beginning of July, lightning is fucking lightning, and to call it 'summer lightning' is pathetic.
Sign Writing
Driving on the M62 is never much fun. I passed a truck that was beige and had red writing, in the colours of P&H. The main service was stated in capitals, and the strapline after it was a joke - it read as follows:
SWEETDIRECT - Always delivering retail snacking solutions
What the hell sort of world do we all live in when we need solutions for snacking? This is fucking pathetic and I'm sure some tit sat in a marketing meeting and thought it would sound good. Well, I've news for you - it sucks!
Not five minutes later a white van passed me on the inside, as heavy traffic slowed up (M62 remember) and I saw another linguistic travesty, involving another company which has followed the tired path of having to have a strapline to explain what it's all about. Strangely it opted for the same format in terms of capitals; here we go:
INNSERVE - dispense solutions passionately delivered
My gripe with this nonsense is (or should be) obvious. It's the present participle that's needed here - dispense is a verb, and in the context of the strapline, it just doesn't work! Dispensing Solutions!
Responsibility, Obesity and Gypsy
I have absolutely nothing against gypsies or fat people, or fat gypsies. Not in general. There will of course at some point be people within those categories who I find I dislike, given reason or cause, because society as a whole contains idiots, arses, and shits as well as wonderful people. Someone whose fatness directly affects things to an intolerable level will attract dislike and criticism. For example, a fat person nicking some of my airline seat space so they can fit on a plane is encroachment and inconvenience that I should not have to endure, as I am not the fatty. People who are fat because of (to some degree) their own approaches are also likely to be viewed unsympathetically when taxpayers have to stump up many thousands of pounds to ferry them around for health treatments, or have to pay for extra-strength ambulances, beds and loos. Similarly, when travellers occupy land illegally and cause an awful mess, and do not pay their fair share to society while wanting benefits that others have paid for, I will be upset - as will millions of others.
Strangely, though, we are all on the verge of being on a par with 'racists' by describing fatties as fat. How mad is it when someone eats too much and becomes medically obese (which automatically means that in my book they are also 'socially' obese, and should have to put up with the consequences) they are catered for as a standard approach. This endorses the growth in average weights and obesity. Clothes in extra sizes are everywhere; menus have portions that are labelled XXL and we're subjected to upselling all the time, with "is that a large meal?" every time an order is placed at a takeaway - the worst sort of establishment for someone to be asked if he or she would like a horse's portion. If fat people can't be called fat or obese or chunky, what's left? Big-boned? Greedy? Substantial? How come Channel 4 has aired programmes it's seen fit to call "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding" and "Thelma's Gypsy Girls" then? The obsession with Gypsy themed programmes is odd, but calling someone a Gypo is apparently racist (??!!) Is it that the wedding is 'fat' or the 'gypsy' is fat? The same query involved the 'big' aspect.
People need to take responsibility for themselves and their lives. Fat people need to look at the cause of their obesity and see what can be done about losing weight. Being a victim is not an option. Their weight is most often their own responsibility, not the state's and thus in turn, mine. Non-working people need to try and find jobs and not automatically opt out and decide they are 'victims'. Criminals need to realise their excuses and justifications for their actions are shit, and it is not society's fault that they were forced to opt for burglary or con the state out of benefits, taking government money, and so my money. Shoplifters need to admit what they do is wrong and then the price of things would not have to include an allowance for theft; in effect, I pay more so the thieves are stealing from me. Cunts who dodge taxes are costing me money. Others who are dodging taxes by manipulating rules via fancy accountancy practices and exploiting loopholes are not doing anything illegal, but the government is failing me because by letting these things prevail, less tax is collected, and the easy targets (the masses) are subsiding the high earners and clever fucks. As ever, this is costing me, and the government needs to take responsibility to collect taxes. By the way, that includes collecting proper taxes from travellers and gypsies, along with the rest of society.
Let's all adopt a new and fairer approach. Call something what it is; do what it is right to do; take responsibility for your own lives. Meanwhile, the state should take responsibility for running things properly and fairly so that everyone plays by the same rules.
Call Centre Coherence
I do not give a shit, a monkey's tit or a dog's chopper where a call centre is located. I have no qualms about a company deciding to put its customer service staff anywhere on the planet. What I DO care about is that the customer service is good. BUT - BEFORE the quality of the actual customer service (in terms of what's possible and how I can receive proper assistance, advice and resolution to any issues) can be assessed, there's an overriding factor that decides everything at the very start of any dealings - can I understand the person on the end of the line, and can he or she understand me?
I live in the UK, am British and speak English. I typically conduct my business in English, wander around England, and generally expect that my use of English services and products (bought in England from companies that operate in England) should be without hitch - but if there is a need to interact, some cunt will talk to me in English. So, when I call a directory enquiry service, I want a fucking number. The call is costing well over a quid for a fucking number (assuming I am not put through by the operator at an inflated charge, and choose to dial myself afterwards, separately) and I do not want to be fucked about. By this, I mean stuggle to make myself understood by someone who hasn't a fucking clue. Similarly, calling Barclaycard was a fucking nightmare last week, and I hung up. I just could not understand what this fucking twat was saying to me, and I was as frustrated as hell. I called a delivery company a week ago in Leeds and was equally fucked off. In the end I was put through to someone else who was much more intelligent and better equipped to converse with me. She had a full 17 active brain cells and a modicum of competence in the language, so after engaging 17 of my own brain cells, we managed an interchange at what was probably an amoebic level.
Wherever I call to get service, I want service in English. It is NOT the fault of anyone in Asia, India, South America, or even the USA (!) because the person given a job to answer phones wants to make a living, and deserves a chance to do so. My gripe is that those given the chance to do any job should be QUALIFIED to do it. I suggest to every fucking company that whether the person representing you is based in the UK or abroad, they should speak English well, and understand English. If not, they should not be given the job! So, this is not racism at all, it is fit-for-purpose-ness, plain and simple. If a customer is talking to a representative and struggling to hear/understand over a phone the speech/accent/delivery/style/content [delete as appropriate] and/or is struggling to make himself/herself understood by someone who's clearly from a different background/location/culture/planet, then there's a problem and everything is compromised.
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It is fucking disgraceful how wankers who run things are so ill-equipped to function. Before I am specific, let's just recap for a moment. The BBC's coverage of the Jubilee celebrations was basically shit; this view is fairly universally acknowledged and the shambolic approach was reported on by just about everyone in the media. The man in charge of this event was 49-year-old George Entwistle. On top of the fiasco of the Jubilee coverage, for which he was responsible, it should be noted that he has been at the BBC for 23 years. So you'd think that he must have been noticed by the board of the BBC Trust, who appoint for the position of Director General.
I am therefore fucking cunting disgusted that £157,000 was paid to recruitment consultants! Talk about squandering money! Spending that sort of money on 'headhunting' when there's some furniture (or should that be dead wood) under your own fucking corporate note is an outrage. Yes, the man under the nose of those running the Trust has been given the job after £157k was wasted.
24 Hours in A&E
I watched a bit of this programme the other night, and was appalled at the fucked-up state of the country, which allows the NHS to be used as a repair workshop for people who self-abuse. If I drive my car into a lamp post or put the wrong fuel in it at the BP station, then it's me who has to pay for the repairs, or the flushing of the system. However, it all changes when it comes to humans and there's apparently no cuntin' responsibility taken by arseholes who fuck themselves up and then expect to be fixed. Twats who drink so much they end up in the casualty department are draining the NHS of resources, and paying nothing for the chaos they create. Broken bones because of accidents through intoxication and/or injuries from resultant fights are all dealt with in A&E by staff who ought to help people in real need.
On this episode, loads of people were brought in suffering from the effects of taking 'GBL' and had in effect treated their bodies in the same way as putting diesel in a petrol car and wondering why it then conked out. This is shit. Die or cough up (not literally . . . . or, mabe . . . ?) because those causing their own problems at this level are stopping resources being used for rather more worthwhile things. People unlucky enough to get ill or injured should be able to expect treatment. However, there's not enough money for some treatments or operations. Yet the cunt who's got drunk at a party, taken some drugs, headbutted a copper and been dragged to hospital with a broken arm and a gash in his head will drain the department of time and effort, money, and patience (good pun, eh?). The cost for all this? Nothing, because taxpayers and the government sort it all out in a shit way at a high level. The aforementioned bloke will have numerous staff helping him 'get better' for no penalty at all - if we remove the headbutt aspect. Meanwhile, if I drive at 45mph in a 40mph zone on a duel carriageway, inconveniencing and hurting no one at all, some cunt wants to give me three points and a £60 fine (soon to be £90). The UK is fucked; the NHS is fucked; priorities in the UK are fucked. We are all fucked.
On an associated subject, it seems fucking madness that judges, who find themselves dealing with acts of violence by tossers who've taken drugs, are very often disposed to being lenient for no cunting reason - other than an apparent wish to recognise that the actions of these offenders were out of character !! Hang on . . . . . people take drugs to become something else, they become something else and bite someone's nose off and break another's leg, and the cunting judge suspends a short sentence because it was either "out of character" or a "first offence" (that anyone knows of). Shoot the cunts! This country is fucked and judges are fucking useless about 85% of the time.
Weather Or Not
We've had so much rain that whether (forgive the pun) it's summer or winter is proving to be irrelevant. However, just to help keep us on track, I was informed on a forecast a few days ago by the TV presenter masquerading as someone who has got a clue about weather that there will be some more "summer lightning" to look out for. I must say that "looking out for" lightning is not one of my favourite pastimes, and I was not actually in need of clarification on which fucking month it is, and thus which season we're in. In the UK, at the beginning of July, lightning is fucking lightning, and to call it 'summer lightning' is pathetic.
Sign Writing
Driving on the M62 is never much fun. I passed a truck that was beige and had red writing, in the colours of P&H. The main service was stated in capitals, and the strapline after it was a joke - it read as follows:
SWEETDIRECT - Always delivering retail snacking solutions
What the hell sort of world do we all live in when we need solutions for snacking? This is fucking pathetic and I'm sure some tit sat in a marketing meeting and thought it would sound good. Well, I've news for you - it sucks!
Not five minutes later a white van passed me on the inside, as heavy traffic slowed up (M62 remember) and I saw another linguistic travesty, involving another company which has followed the tired path of having to have a strapline to explain what it's all about. Strangely it opted for the same format in terms of capitals; here we go:
INNSERVE - dispense solutions passionately delivered
My gripe with this nonsense is (or should be) obvious. It's the present participle that's needed here - dispense is a verb, and in the context of the strapline, it just doesn't work! Dispensing Solutions!
Responsibility, Obesity and Gypsy
I have absolutely nothing against gypsies or fat people, or fat gypsies. Not in general. There will of course at some point be people within those categories who I find I dislike, given reason or cause, because society as a whole contains idiots, arses, and shits as well as wonderful people. Someone whose fatness directly affects things to an intolerable level will attract dislike and criticism. For example, a fat person nicking some of my airline seat space so they can fit on a plane is encroachment and inconvenience that I should not have to endure, as I am not the fatty. People who are fat because of (to some degree) their own approaches are also likely to be viewed unsympathetically when taxpayers have to stump up many thousands of pounds to ferry them around for health treatments, or have to pay for extra-strength ambulances, beds and loos. Similarly, when travellers occupy land illegally and cause an awful mess, and do not pay their fair share to society while wanting benefits that others have paid for, I will be upset - as will millions of others.
Strangely, though, we are all on the verge of being on a par with 'racists' by describing fatties as fat. How mad is it when someone eats too much and becomes medically obese (which automatically means that in my book they are also 'socially' obese, and should have to put up with the consequences) they are catered for as a standard approach. This endorses the growth in average weights and obesity. Clothes in extra sizes are everywhere; menus have portions that are labelled XXL and we're subjected to upselling all the time, with "is that a large meal?" every time an order is placed at a takeaway - the worst sort of establishment for someone to be asked if he or she would like a horse's portion. If fat people can't be called fat or obese or chunky, what's left? Big-boned? Greedy? Substantial? How come Channel 4 has aired programmes it's seen fit to call "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding" and "Thelma's Gypsy Girls" then? The obsession with Gypsy themed programmes is odd, but calling someone a Gypo is apparently racist (??!!) Is it that the wedding is 'fat' or the 'gypsy' is fat? The same query involved the 'big' aspect.
People need to take responsibility for themselves and their lives. Fat people need to look at the cause of their obesity and see what can be done about losing weight. Being a victim is not an option. Their weight is most often their own responsibility, not the state's and thus in turn, mine. Non-working people need to try and find jobs and not automatically opt out and decide they are 'victims'. Criminals need to realise their excuses and justifications for their actions are shit, and it is not society's fault that they were forced to opt for burglary or con the state out of benefits, taking government money, and so my money. Shoplifters need to admit what they do is wrong and then the price of things would not have to include an allowance for theft; in effect, I pay more so the thieves are stealing from me. Cunts who dodge taxes are costing me money. Others who are dodging taxes by manipulating rules via fancy accountancy practices and exploiting loopholes are not doing anything illegal, but the government is failing me because by letting these things prevail, less tax is collected, and the easy targets (the masses) are subsiding the high earners and clever fucks. As ever, this is costing me, and the government needs to take responsibility to collect taxes. By the way, that includes collecting proper taxes from travellers and gypsies, along with the rest of society.
Let's all adopt a new and fairer approach. Call something what it is; do what it is right to do; take responsibility for your own lives. Meanwhile, the state should take responsibility for running things properly and fairly so that everyone plays by the same rules.
Call Centre Coherence
I do not give a shit, a monkey's tit or a dog's chopper where a call centre is located. I have no qualms about a company deciding to put its customer service staff anywhere on the planet. What I DO care about is that the customer service is good. BUT - BEFORE the quality of the actual customer service (in terms of what's possible and how I can receive proper assistance, advice and resolution to any issues) can be assessed, there's an overriding factor that decides everything at the very start of any dealings - can I understand the person on the end of the line, and can he or she understand me?
I live in the UK, am British and speak English. I typically conduct my business in English, wander around England, and generally expect that my use of English services and products (bought in England from companies that operate in England) should be without hitch - but if there is a need to interact, some cunt will talk to me in English. So, when I call a directory enquiry service, I want a fucking number. The call is costing well over a quid for a fucking number (assuming I am not put through by the operator at an inflated charge, and choose to dial myself afterwards, separately) and I do not want to be fucked about. By this, I mean stuggle to make myself understood by someone who hasn't a fucking clue. Similarly, calling Barclaycard was a fucking nightmare last week, and I hung up. I just could not understand what this fucking twat was saying to me, and I was as frustrated as hell. I called a delivery company a week ago in Leeds and was equally fucked off. In the end I was put through to someone else who was much more intelligent and better equipped to converse with me. She had a full 17 active brain cells and a modicum of competence in the language, so after engaging 17 of my own brain cells, we managed an interchange at what was probably an amoebic level.
Wherever I call to get service, I want service in English. It is NOT the fault of anyone in Asia, India, South America, or even the USA (!) because the person given a job to answer phones wants to make a living, and deserves a chance to do so. My gripe is that those given the chance to do any job should be QUALIFIED to do it. I suggest to every fucking company that whether the person representing you is based in the UK or abroad, they should speak English well, and understand English. If not, they should not be given the job! So, this is not racism at all, it is fit-for-purpose-ness, plain and simple. If a customer is talking to a representative and struggling to hear/understand over a phone the speech/accent/delivery/style/content [delete as appropriate] and/or is struggling to make himself/herself understood by someone who's clearly from a different background/location/culture/planet, then there's a problem and everything is compromised.
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