Two Days Time

Has anyone else watched the trailer for The Day After Tomorrow, the new disaster movie by Roland Emmerich. About halfway through, look at the text at the bottom of the screen. Bear in mind it’s a disaster movie.

Caution : contains scenes of extended peril.

No shit – it’s a fucking disaster film, you cretinous bunch of faceless nanny-state bureaucrats. What the fuck else is going to be in it?

I don’t know why, but we seem to have developed this extra rating system (and yes, I’ve blethered about this before, but it still drives me crackers on a regular basis) for which there is NO BLOODY NEED WHATSOEVER. It’s a 12A, so we know there’s going to be hardly any swearing, and not much of interest. (well, except plenty of dead Americans, so that’s a plus point) What the frig is the point of telling people extra about the content? Next they’ll be warning me that Harry Potter 3 contains scenes of magic , wizarding and fantastic creatures.

CPS

The CPS should change its name from Crown Procrastination Prosecution Service to Completely Pisspoor Scumbags after this story. A man in a Leicester court has been told – in public court – that he has HIV. He had no knowledge of this beforehand, and had never been tested.

Instead, a blood sample he’d given in a different case had somehow been kept, and then tested without his permission or knowledge.

The Terrence Higgins Trust, one of the biggest Aids charities in the UK, said the blunder was appalling. “To be tested for HIV without your consent is absolutely wrong,” it said. “To hear the results in court is just appalling. To find out you have a life-threatening disease and didn’t even know you were being tested is appalling. It goes against all your rights of confidentiality.”

Apalling doesn’t even come close – there’s no words strong enough for how amazingly bad this entire thing is.

Doctors

Does your doctor wear a tie? A story in today’s Guardian claims that well-dressed doctors may be a health-risk. Personally, I thought that doctors were a health-risk anyway, but that’s by the by.

While there is no direct evidence to implicate neckties in the transmission of infection to patients, the link between contaminated necktie and the potential for transmission must be considered.

Well, it made me laugh anyway…

Meeting with Bankers

At last, that seems to be over and done with. I went to see the new business manager at the bank previously known as “useless” which actually went well. It turns out my ex-business manager hasn’t just moved branches or offices, she’s actually been sacked. They say misconduct, I say “incompetence”.

Anyway, we’ve cleared up a lot of the old issues, and dealt with most of the crap around The Stop That Wasn’t from a couple of weeks ago. I’ve told them that we’ll start again from now, I won’t harp back over old problems, and they’ve promised to do better and be more professional with their dealings with me.

We’ll see how it goes, but for now, thank christ, it’s over and done with.

Poms

I know I’ve ranted about this before, but it still drives me barmy. (And I can’t be arsed to hunt for earlier postings about it) I simply don’t understand the people who chose to live in a place, then complain about the noise. The newly christened Britain’s noisiest house backs onto a tram-line, and registers about 95dB. Fair enough, that’s loud – but the current occupants have been there for three years, and the tram line has been there for about ten. The tram was there way before they moved in, yet they still piss and moan, and enter themselves in this competition in order to complain.

In a similar story, a whining bastard has moved near Manchester’s Night and Day bar, a well known venue. They moved in less than a year ago – Night&Day has been there for thirteen years – and is now complaining about the noise, which may force the venue to close, or limit itself to bands with only one or two members.

In both cases, established items are being complained about by people who’ve moved into a new home completely aware (or at least they should be completely aware – if not, they’re just utter fuckheads and deserve everything they get) of what’s around them, or at the end of the garden. If I were to move anywhere, I’d want to visit the new place at different times, and do some research about the area – that way you find out about things like sewage farms, tram/train-lines, football stadiums, nightclubs, music venues, whatever. That seems to be simple logic – but of course that’s beyond most people.

And while I remember, I don’t have a problem with it (as much) when the people have been there before the noise-source, and are then complaining. Fair enough, although they should have also pissed and moaned at planning meetings etc. At least I can understand it when that’s the problem – but not when people move into somewhere with an established noise source or whatever.

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A Good Idea?

This should definitely be filed under “Idea, Bloody Stupid”.

The Jaguar F1 team decided to get involved in promoting a film during the Monaco Grand Prix at the weekend. Both Jaguar cars had a £140,000 flawless diamond embedded in the nosecone. Sounds like a good news-worthy plan so far?

Except Christian Klein, one of the drivers, crashed – and the diamond disappeared. All of a sudden, it’s not sounding like such a smart plan. No-one knows where the stone is – and I love the quote from the Guardian’s coverage of the story.

“Someone here has walked away with more than a motor racing souvenir.”

Tied Up

via BSAG, I found one of the oddest, and geekiest pages around. Secure knots for shoelaces. I can say nothing else on this matter…