Parking

Turning into a bit of a theme, this.

Yep, right over two spaces

Yep, right over two spaces

The excuse for this (I talked to the car-park attendant) was “I’ve got to have space to get out of my car”. The driver wasn’t disabled, didn’t have mobility issues, didn’t have any hindrance to being able to get in and out in a normal space.


Tiger Woods and Accenture

First of all I have to say that I really don’t give a tin shit about Tiger Woods, who he has (or hasn’t) shagged, or anything else about the situation. Not my business. Don’t know him, will never know him, don’t really care what he does with his life, wife, others, or anything else.

However, I did find it funny today that Accenture have decided that in light of his activities and revelations, Tiger Woods is no longer ‘the right representative’ for them.

For those who don’t know, Accenture used to be Arthur Andersen, a global outsourcing and consultancy company.

In my experience, consultancy companies come in all full of themselves and how great they are, fuck you up all over the place, charge extortionately for the privilege, and then screw off with the money, leaving a shitpile of fuckuppery behind them.

As such, I’d say that Tiger Woods right now is the perfect person to represent them…


Two Months Already

Hard though it is to believe, it’s already two months since I started the new job.

Time’s flown, it feels like it’s been a lot longer that I’ve been there.

Even better, so far – and I’m aware that this is normally where things start to go tits-up – things are going well. Of course, I’m not counting on anything yet, but well, nothing’s gone wrong yet. And that’s not bad, for me.


Crossing to Nowhere

While out shopping for some bits yesterday, we came across this crossing in a carpark in Norwich…

Crossing to Nowhere

Crossing to Nowhere

Yep, that zebra-crossing actually ends up in a hedge. No pathway, no throughfare, nothing. Just cross the road, walk into a hedge.

Bizarre


Take Responsibility

Apparently, the EU is caling for a volume limit to be put on all MP3 players. A report last year warning that up to 10m people in the EU face permanent hearing loss from listening to loud music for prolonged periods.

Stories like this drive me mental. People need to take responsibility for their actions – not be told everything they can and can’t do. Fine, put a warning on the boxes (or even on the display when the volume goes past a certain level, as my Sony MP3 player already does) that loud volume for long periods fucks the hearing. But let people decide, and take that responsibility.

After all, these things are (or at least bloody well should be) down to personal choice. It’s not the MP3 players decision, it shouldn’t be a government/EU decision.  If someone decides that their music needs to be at absolute top volume all the time, fine, they’ll have issues in later life. Let them make the decision.


111,111

Yes, I really am this sad…

111,111 on the odometer

111,111 on the odometer

And yes, I was parked up at the time (as the speedo needle shows) but I did have to pull in to a car park just so I could take the photo.


Scratch List

So, following on from yesterday’s post, a list of the scratches on the car. (Just for laughs, it’s nowt special)

  1. Rear nearside wheel arch – scraped down a wall in Devon three days after I got the car. (Stuck on a single-track road, reversed, didn’t know the length/width of the car. Scratch)
  2. Slight dent on rear bumper – on the same trip in Devon, not knowing the length of the car and reversing in a car-park.
  3. Rear nearside passenger door – scraped on the bumper of another car. (Yes, that’s the one in the multi-storey car park in London)
  4. Rear driverside doors – scraped on the tight entrance to the car park at Little Ouse Moorings
  5. Another dent on rear bumper – reversed into in Reading while pulling out of a parking space
  6. Rear driverside door – the new scratch from yesterday, courtesy of Mr M 521 BNH

Along the way there’s also been the damage done by two collisions with deer, and the smashed driver-side mirror when got whacked by someone coming the other way.

And today it’s in the garage for a service and replacement handbrake cable. *sigh*