I refuse to comment any further on this. 😉
Month: December 2002
OK, not really, but this article from yesterday’s Scotsman talks about under-investment and the figure of Â£14 million is touted as being required to stop some museums closing and to save jobs.
Under-investment. Sound familiar? Fire service, railways, health service, in short the bulk of public services are lacking funding. What is the government doing about it?
Obviously the fire service is a higher priority from a safety point of view, but safeguarding our heritage and cultural future must run it pretty close, but how do you choose?
In other news… ehh… hang on. There isn’t any. Ohh I did manage to finally buy a snazzy new shirt for our company Xmas do on Friday although I will have to venture out to buy some cufflinks tonight (late night shopping.. .yeuch). I do have some cufflinks but they are gold and as my suit is dark grey and the shirt is a mixture of blues, well even my iffy fashion sense tells me I should have silver cufflinks (and of course when I say silver I mean, plated, or whatever you can get for under Â£10, tis the season to be skint).
See how easy this ‘blogging’ malarky is (damn that Jamie Oliver and his ‘malarky’), I bought a shirt and managed to waffle on for several lines, and I didn’t even cover my trip to Safeway… although whilst I’m on the topic – if you are a store manager, when would be the best time to reorganise the booze aisle? What’s that you say? The week before Christmas? Are you sure? Wouldn’t this make your regular customers a little confused? And..
[We interrupt this post due to a terminal lack of interest in, what appears to be, a very dull and boring life. Move along please. There’s nothing to see here.].
Why is it always the nights that you are dying to get home that the train stops inbetween stations and sits there for 20 minutes? No explanation, no apology.
And why does the “Loudest Woman in the World” always have to get on my carriage? I really don’t care why the police stopped her for ‘sitting in her car waiting for another car to come down the hill’ or that she ‘always gets the worst colds, worst of everyone in her family and work’, all it needs is for her to start passing holiday photos round the carriage… (I’ll spare you the description of the operation her Aunt Margaret went through, but only for brevity as it took her several minutes to describe).
And why, if you have a mobile phone, would you turn it up so the ringtone carries the full length of the carriage and then sit there and not answer it? Damn thing rang for about 2 minutes. Only when it rang again did the guy actually answer the call.