Offended/Offending

Charlie Brooker, you are a god.


Advent

Bah, HumbugWe went to Sainsbury’s last night, and there, next to the Hallowe’en gear (Hey kids, only six weeks to buy this shit!) were chocolate advent calendars.

In September. I despair. Hell, the bloody fireworks aren’t in the shops yet, but the fucking advent calendars are.

I suspect D4D™ may be going anti-festive earlier than usual this year.


Slack Service – Not

Last weekend I wrote about some of the slack customer service we’ve been dealing with recently.

In order to provide some balance, this week we’ve also had some really good experiences too.

On Saturday we went and saw a local place that supplies wood-burners, coal and logs. We needed some fire tools as well for our wood-burner, but also needed that much-written-about load of logs for our woodpile. We bought the tools, and ordered a trailerload of logs, along with three bags of kindling. We needed a pallet as well to be used as flooring for the wood pile, which they just chucked on, no charge.

It was due for delivery “Late morning, early afternoon” today. It’s already here, and arrived by 8am. Definitely a place we’ll be going back to.

Also, that cycle shop mentioned last week had my bike ready and waiting when we went to collect it- and charged me less than I’d expected!

So yes, all told, fairly impressed.

Now, if the plumber turns up it’ll be a good day…


It’s coming…

Bah, HumbugHow can you tell that winter, and the festering season is coming soon?

Because the TV ads are all for Strepsils, perfume, or things that can be perceived as christmas presents.

*sigh*


Weight Loss- Motivators and Demotivators

After the general success of my weight loss over the last two years, I’ve kind of slacked off so far this year, and I’ve seen the effects of it. Of course, I can chuck up a number of excuses, all of which are at least fairly valid – we’ve been busy with the entire moving (twice), total relocation from Berkshire to Norwich, buying the house, working on the house and garden, blah blah blah. All true, all valid.

But at the same time, well, I just couldn’t be chuffed with going to a gym, or whatever. We’ve still been eating sensibly in general, and all the usual dog-walking stuff and the like, but I still just can’t be chuffed with exercising. The other part was that I was leery of joining another gym after the Holmes Place farago at the end of last year. (And even though they’re now owned by Virgin Active, they’re still a bunch of useless shitbags who keep on calling me to go in and try out the place again now it’s been taken over)

I’m working on it again now, mind you – we’ve just joined up with a new local(ish) leisure centre that’s got the gym, the pool, so on and so forth. As yet we’re just trying it out, and bought what they call a “Leisure Card” which’ll give us about a 20-25% discount each time we go, rather than signing up for a year’s contract again. We’ll see how it goes.

I’m also getting the bike repaired and serviced – as I posted over the weekend, I finally got it in to the local cycle shop, so we’ll see how that does while it’s there.

Working on my motivation is something else entirely. I know I need to lose some weight again, but I can’t deny, I find it far too easy to lose motivation on that score – and the main reason for it is something to do with vanity.

You see, in my head, weight loss should equate with changing the size of one’s clothes. I should be able to go from (for example) a 50″ chest to a 40″ – over time, of course, we’re not talking ‘in four weeks’, or from an XL shirt to an L . That’s what weight loss should do – according to my brain, anyway.

But with me, regardless of whether I lose weight or not, I’ll be in the same size clothes. My build is large anyway – my shoulders can’t change or lose weight, neither can my basic chest-size. The majority of my fat is on my stomach, so even trouser sizes won’t drop – the lower half of my body is actually pretty fit, due to lots of walking, so there’s not a lot to lose there either. Yes, I know I’m shallow and all that, but that simple fact of not changing clothing sizes is enough to demotivate me on the entire thing. Pathetic, isn’t it?

Intellectually, I know I need to lose weight again – my stomach region has grown, and I do want to lose that or at least reduce it significantly again. I know I need to do it, and to increase my fitness at the same time. But I also need to change my perceptions or motivators – I need to find something that makes me want to lose weight, because when all’s said and done, my clothing size isn’t going to change for the better, regardless of how much work I do.


Excuses, Excuses

I love the story of the Suffolk policeman caught (and now found guilty of) kerb-crawling. Mainly because the excuses he gave are so brilliant…

When questioned, Daniel told officers he initially went into Ipswich to fill his car with diesel, before going to look for potential properties to buy in the red light district.

He claimed he was approached by Ms Drewry and decided to ask her to help him find a burger van as he was feeling hungry.

Daniel, who previously worked in the vice squad in Islington, north London, denied soliciting the prostitute and said it would be against his “moral beliefs” to do so.

All followed by the phrase “Aye, riiight…


On Leaving Facebook

So yes, after my minor rant about Facebook , I decided to deactivate my account with them.

They asked why. I replied.

Facebook is one of the most unusable pieces of crap I’ve ever seen. For instance, I’ve repeatedly tried searching for school friends etc., only to be dumped back on my main profile page every time with no explanation or warning.

As such, I can’t be chuffed with it any more. The “service” sucks – and I fully expect this message to crash too.

Should be interesting to see what they say about that. (UPDATED: I should’ve added there “although I expect it’ll be absolutely fuck-all”)