Forward Motion

Three four (Oops) years ago today, I/we moved to Norfolk.

How time flies.


39

Today, I is 39.

Today, I is travelling down to Bristol to be at Pixeldiva‘s wedding. A camera will be in attendance too.

Today is a good day.


Eighty Fucking Quid

One of the more surprising things about yesterday’s trip to London was the cost of the train ticket to do the journey.

Now I wrote about it last year when National Express East Anglia decided to almost-double the cost of the trainfare overnight from £40 to £74, and ended up with a letter from NEEA telling me that oh yes, it’d been an error, and the prices would drop back down at the next revision.

Looks like that was a lie, too. Indeed, the price has now gone up, so a return ticket with travelcard cost me £80.80 That really takes the piss. I could’ve driven down, parked all day, and driven back for less than half that amount – the only reason I didn’t was that I wasn’t in the mood for navigating London and the M25.

On the (very minor) plus side, the trains are now a lot less busy than they were when I was using them on a daily basis a couple of years back. Of course, that just means that (in theory at least) NEEA will then try and gouge their remaining customers even more in order to maintain the same levels of income.


AdTech

Today’s been a pretty long day, and I’m fairly thankful that it’s over.

Work had asked me to go up to the AdTech exhibition / conference / thing in London, and today was the day. It meant getting up at 5.30, leaving the house at 6.30, getting the train to London – for £80 return (eighty fucking quid!) – and then to Olympia, hanging round loads of marketing twerds for the day, and then doing the return run. Joys.

What was worse was that (for me) it felt like a pretty wasted day. I didn’t really learn anything new – after all, I already knew that marketing droids are a dull bunch – and didn’t get any new ideas or new contacts that’d be useful.

One thing that did surprise me was how execrably bad a lot of these marketing companies were at marketing themselves – in a marketing conference, no less. So many of the exhibitors had exceedingly minimal stands, no information, nothing. Really very very strange.

Anyway, at least it’s over.


Plugs

Over the weekend we stayed at the Premier Inn in Watford (easier than parking/driving from Wembley post-gig)

One thing that intrigued me though was the way the plug sockets were fitted in the rooms…

Australian?

Australian ?

Yep – both upside down. No idea why.


Road Maintenance and Sarcasm

Over the weekend, one of the significant crossroads near us was completely closed for re-surfacing. The problem was that at least one route to get to that crossroads didn’t have any mention of said road closure.

Which means I get to send sarcastic emails to Norfolk County Council. (Again)

To whom it may concern,

I’d just like to congratulate the person(s) involved in sorting out signage for the road closure in Hingham this weekend.

If (as many people did) you took the road from Little Ellingham towards Hingham using Hingham Road->Little Ellingham Road -> Attleborough Road to the crossroads in Hingham, there was not *ONE* sign saying that the road ahead was closed. The signage was in fact before this junction (at roughly the spot of the red circle in this map)

This meant that anyone coming through on the route from Little Ellingham came round the corner to find the entire road closed off, and then had to turn round and go back. This also had the effect of stuffing a significant amount of the newly resurfaced road before the junction.

Of course, the road from Little Ellingham isn’t that heavily used. Except when Little Ellingham has its Vintage Working Weekend event- yes, the weekend just passed.

I look forward to any response Norfolk Council deigns to give in explanation of why there was no thought given to this route, or signage on it.

Sincerely

Lyle

I know it’ll do bugger-all good, but I felt better having written it. And that’s what matters.


Parking – Yet Again

Another Saturday in Tesco, another tossbag who can’t park their car

This time it wasn’t even over the blank spaces for clear view lines, it was just slap-bang over two parking spaces…

Two spaces, one car

Twat

KC51WTE, you park like a cunt.