Notes from a frazzled blogger

Alec Salmond, for it was the self-same leader of the SNP who was visiting our offices yesterday, is a man of varying sizes. I know this to be true because whilst I feel he looks taller and thinner in the flesh than he appears on-screen (the place where politicians live), a colleague thought he looked shorter and fatter. Who’d be a politician, eh?


Budget day today. The only thing that will really have any impact on me will be the now standard rise in diesel prices. If the gap between petrol and diesel rises any further then there will be no point in owning a diesel car, the advantage of increased “miles per gallon” (kilometres per litre) will be wiped out.

I’m not sure if that’s a bad thing though, maybe I should be more concerned with the emissions side of things. Yes I’m sure I should.

Which brings me to something I was pondering as I idled alongside a big flashy sports car yesterday, namely, would I buy one?

A scenario: A lottery win or large inheritance falls in your lap. You can afford anything you desire and more. Would you still buy a luxury sports car?

If so, should you also buy several hundred acres of land and plant a sustainable forest to balance your ‘carbon footprint’? Where is the ethical line?


And finally it’s the Spring Equinox today. Spring is poised to be sprung.

Or is it? Given the obvious effects of global warming (like many, I was scraping ice off my car this morning), shouldn’t we move the seasons accordingly. It sure as hell FEELS like it’s still winter!

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Yeah, I’m freezing my nute off. It is certainly not Spring from where I’m standing. Although it was Spring last week. Hmm. Let’s face it; the seasons as we have known them are totally arseholed.

Personally, even if I did win the Lottery or something, I’d still probably not buy some clichéd Ferrari/ Porsche/ Lamborghini – hell, I don’t even know that I’d want to buy a Mazda or whatever.

So I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t bother with a sports car.

A middle-aged man in a luxury sports car? No, I have no desire to be described as the oldest swinger in town. I don’t even own a car at the mo’ and am quite happy that way. I’m sure I could think of far more interesting ways to spend the money.

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