www.flickr.com

nothing because it has to be connected to my computer to work, grrr


prawn cocktail crisps

pilchards on toast (you can get pilchards there but they just don't taste the same)

decent tv

jaffa cakes

Greggs pasties

proper beer (as in Black Sheep, or Timothy Taylor's Landlord, or Cwrw Haf, the list goes on...)

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Phone calls

I had a very drunken fiance ring me around lunchtime (for him it was about 10pm) and declare his love for me. Lots.

It was enough to bring a big smile to my face that lasted even after I'd started work (and right now, that takes one hell of a lot of doing). I'm grinning even thinking about it now.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

What the F*!*???!

My maths isn't, lets face it, brilliant. I can't do long division in my head and sometimes I have trouble with difficult things. But, for the most part, I can usually get fairly close to the answer in the countdown numbers connundrum thing on the back of the Guardian G2 section so I'm not that bad.

I am, however, failing to see how on EARTH when putting £700 into an account that is, say, rather overdrawn (rather more than £700's overdrawn) I manage to be EVEN MORE OVERDRAWN than I was before the money went in. For me, and my bad maths, this does not WORK! How did they work out that putting in a few hundred pounds makes me over £100 more overdrawn than I was in the first place?

Answers on a postcard please...

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Bugger all, really

You know, I'm tired, I loathe my job with a passion and I miss my fiance just as ferociously. In fact, I miss him so much it's a physical pain in my chest whenever I think about how long it's been since I've seen him and how long it will be until I see him again.

Please excuse me if I occasionally crumple up in a corner and weep.
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Banks are buggers

All I want to do is add my new credit card, the one that my bank said I had to have as they've changed from one thing to another (say, from Visa to something else), to my payments list on my internet banking site so that I can pay it without going into to a bank.

Can I find how to do this? Can I hell. I know I must have done it before because I've been able to pay my old credit card. So why is it so fucking hard to set up transfers between 2 of my OWN accounts?! I'm not paying a bill to a specific company which seems to be the only information I can give it and it's not letting me set it up as paying another person. I'm seriously sitting here tearing my hair out. All I want to do is pay my bill!

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Nope, don't mind me, I think my brain is just slowly turning to jelly. I've managed to do it though the help section on the internet banking was not the slightest bit of help, neither was either the pay a 'bill or a person' section. I'm paying a person, surely, if it's my account?

This had better bloody go to the right place.

Don't ask, I don't know and frankly, I don't care.

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Monday, July 23, 2007

Safe

I have read 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' and am therefore safe to talk to.

I hereby promise not to mention said book or any plot lines until people indicate that they either

a) have read it
b) have had the plot spoiled by someone else or
c) don't give a damn.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Pain

I have a big hole in my mouth where once my wisdom tooth resided.

There is also pain, and blood, and for several hours there was a rather peculiar feeling that the right side of my face didn't belong to me. I'm fairly certain that the person in Boots when I tried to buy painkillers thought that there was something seriously wrong with me.

There is also the knowledge that in 2 weeks time I have to go and have the other one forcibly removed from my mouth.

Oh joy.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

News

News. I don't watch it. Or, at least, I don't go out of my way to turn on the nightly news and I physically cannot sit through some investigative documentaries. I rarely read newspapers.

Now, please don't get me wrong, this is not because I don't care or don't want to know about what's going on in the world around me, far from it, I am quite interested in quite a lot of things but for some reason, the 'news' really, utterly bugs me something chronic.

ESPECIALLY sensationalistic news. You know the sort I mean. The kind of journalism that would have you hide under your duvet and never move, and even THAT might be too dangerous if these people were to be believed. If you believe even HALF the stuff that they throw at you you would never leave your house for fear that a terrorist is going to blow you up or a car will crash into you or that you'll fall over a badly repaired drain. It irritates me beyond belief. Half the time it's not even something new, it's just something that someone, somewhere, has decided should be jazzed up and given in tones of extreme panic in order to get people worried but that, for those in the know, or even those with even a modicum of common sense or intelligence, has been known about for years.

Fortnightly (or, more correctly, alternate weekly) rubbish collections. Some counties have been doing this for YEARS. But, since it's been thrown into the limelight, it's NEW and it's DIFFERENT, and it 'could be bad for you!' The 4 discussions on this that I've heard today (and that was before I turned the radio off in disgust) were all just crying out 'but it must be bad because we've not done it for the last 140 years'. Just because it's different, doesn't mean it's bad. I'm certain that there are issues to be worked out on the larger scale, not just in the few counties that do it already, and I'm sure that in urban areas there will be some problems. I'm also certain that, after a while, once the news has dropped this particular bug bear, we will all settle into it, and get used to it, with remarkable ease. As we almost always do.

What has really set me off tonight though was a programme called Supervolcanoes which was focusing on the Yellowstone National Park. Now, as those students reading with even a tiny bit of geological knowledge will know, Yellowstone sits on a caldera. It is a volcano. That is why it is what it is, as spectacular as it is, as YELLOW as it is (sulphur anyone?), because it's sitting on a great big load of magma. It's hot. This programme centred on the 'what might be' theory of if Yellowstone explodes. It had one particularly irritating journalist harassing a poor seismologist with questions about the likelihood of Yellowstone exploding, and blatantly not believing that an earthquake had been tectonic, not volcanic. Ignoring the fact that apparently Yellowstone has, on average, 3000 earthquakes a year (so this programme said) and none of them are volcanic, she proceeded to scaremonger with really just the one question 'so it might explode? A super-volcano might explode soon?'

As was pointed out by the long suffering scientist in this, yes, it might explode. It tends to explode every 600,000 years and the last was 640,000 years ago. Yes, we are overdue. But, another 10,000 years on Yellowstone's calendar might just make it a little bit late, for us it's a huge amount of time. We are also overdue, if memory serves me correctly, another ice age (by about 10,000 years this time) and possibly another meteor strike like the one that killed the dinosaurs. Don't quote me on that one though, I shall have to look it up.

It's true that Yellowstone is a super-volcano, I'm not denying that fact, and when it goes off it will be several thousand times larger than Krakatoa and will cause, no doubt, a nuclear winter and will destroy most of the United States. What really gets me though, is what do they want to do about it? Tell it not to? Hold it back with sandbags?

I, for one, am not going to worry about this particular problem - or many others for that fact - because I know that there's bugger all that I can do about it. I'm just going to go to my dentists appointment tomorrow as normal and not think that someone could crash into me, or that a terrorist cell could blow up the surgery, or that any number of volcanoes around the world could blow up and cause catastrophic events to occur because I really WOULDN'T get out of bed if that were the case.

'News'? Who needs 'news'? Tell me what's going on and let me form my own opinion without being bludgeoned to death by reporters telling me that I'm going to die, or at least that my rubbish not being collected is going to be the end of civilisation as we know it.
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Thursday, July 05, 2007

Facebook

Ok, so I may have been a little late in joining this latest craze but hey, I'm here now and I must admit, that parts of it are great. I can get back in touch with people who I lost contact with a long time ago (because I'm crap, we all knew this) who are all now on Facebook - see above about being a little late in joining, for 'little late' read 'last'.

I've had people invite me to be friends from Uni who I havn't see for years and older friends as well. There have been one or two shocks though, like when someone contacted me from way-back-when who I believed, for the last 10 years or so, hated my guts at the time. Weird.

Oh, and all of a sudden my inbox is seeing a volume of traffic I don't believe it's ever seen before, I believe that of the last 30 emails, 26 of them were from Facebook. That may be understating it.

p.s. I know my grammar isn't great, but I'm tired, and I'm going to have some food and go to bed in a minute and thinking makes my head hurt. I know what I mean, all you have to do is try and think like me - not too difficult, see?

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