Time Flies

Isn’t it hard to believe that we’re already three weeks into 2005. Where’s it all gone?

I find that if I look back and actually take stock of what I’ve done in that time, I’ve got through one hell of a lot of stuff. But at the same time it only feels like yesterday that we were seeing in the New Year.

This weekend is going to be the first in ’05 where we’re not travelling up to Manchester in order to sort out house etc. There’s still a lot to do, but for the first time this year it doesn’t involve travelling all over the place. This is a Very Good Thing, if slightly novel.

I finally feel like I’m kind of settled again – and able to sit down a bit and take a deep breath and some down time. Of course, I bet it won’t happen quite like that, but it’s a nice concept.


Knackered

200+ miles on Friday – not too bad a journey, certainly better than last weekend’s gale-strewn nightmare.

200+ miles back on Saturday – under five hours in a fully laden High-side Sprinter van, including a break. Not far short of fucking amazing travel-time, really.

Sunday – moving stuff between garage, house, garage, tip, back from tip that has a 6′ height limit for some reason known only to local fuckwit cunty bastard councillors.

Currently collapsed and dead before moving some more stuff around the house in order to settle stuff into proper places. This domesticity thing is bloody chaos to set up – but the results will be worth it.


Travelling – Again

I’m away now, travelling up to Manchester (again) for the final bit of moving.

An update will be made tomorrow – late tomorrow. But at least then it’ll be over and done with.


Reaping What They Sowed

Sometimes life offers up an opportunity that’s just too sweet to miss. Many readers will know how much I hate Virgin Trains and their utterly shite levels of service/ punctuality/ common sense/ etc.

At Virgin Trains, we’re making moves towards a service that delivers
100% customer satisfaction. And with more new trains and faster, more
frequent journeys, we’re getting there.

What we really need now is your feedback, to help us get there faster.

In return, we’ll enter you into a draw to win First Class leisure travel
for two on Virgin Trains for a whole year!

I got this email today telling me that they want feedback from customers about the service that Virgin offer. I can’t deny it, I couldn’t resist. So I’ve let them know what I think, and what could be improved.

Why don’t you do the same?.


Travelling

Most unnatural. The M40, M42, M6, and really the entire route up to Manchester were – well – easy. Four hours. That’s it.

Not too bad at all – but fucking hell it’s windy!


Observative

Today on the TV news, they talked about charity shops, and did a report on one in particular that specialised in selling second-hand books and music. Since the Tsunami disaster in Asia, they’ve been snowed under with donations and so on. Which is all well and good, obviously – every little helps.

However, when they were doing the report, they showed a man taking a book off the shelves. In a fit of epic bad taste (although I’m pretty sure they didn’t even realise what it was) the book was The Beach by Alex Garland. If you know the book or the film should be cringing right about now.


Manic

Aaargh – Manic moments. Why is it that no matter how well planned everything is, there’s always stuff that needs to be done in the last 30 seconds?