White Deer
Posted: Thu 8 November, 2007 Filed under: Animals, Cynicism, Weirdness Leave a comment »There are some sick people in the world.
Oddly enough, this hasn’t just been in the Forest of Dean. A couple of weeks ago there was a similar occurrence down in Cornwall.
Personally, I don’t understand it at all – it’s just, well, why? What’s the point? People are weird.
Cutting the Wrong Thing
Posted: Wed 24 October, 2007 Filed under: 1BEM, Cynicism, Weirdness 2 Comments »File under: Bizarre and “Eh?”
A Tyneside father is trying to get a hospital to allow him to cut the umbilical cord when his child is born. Fair enough – although the local NHS trust has a policy that doesn’t allow people to do this, and has done since 1997.
But the bizarre bit is the reason for this policy to have been brought into being. From the news story…
“In 1997 South Tyneside NHS Trust banned relatives from cutting cords after a baby’s toe was accidentally cut off.”
What?!?
Maybe I’m missing something – not having been present at the birth of anyone, for example – but how the fuck can you cut off a toe “by accident” while cutting the umbilical cord? Even on a really small baby, there’s still a fair bit of distance between the two, surely?
Car Servicing
Posted: Thu 18 October, 2007 Filed under: Customer Services, Weirdness 1 Comment »The other day, I had to take the car into the garage for a couple of things – nothing massive, just a replacement headlight bulb, and a check into some squealy noises in the power-steering.
In the end, the car was in the garage all day, as I was at work. They did the bulb, checked for the intermittent noise, and looked at some other stuff.
When I went in to the garage to collect the car and pay the bill, I was fully expecting a bill for £80-£100, what with time, materials and the like. My estimate of what the bill would be was hugely wrong – awesomely, impressively wrong.
The bill actually came to – are you sitting down? – 95p. Needless to say, I didn’t bother paying it by credit card…
Scary Knitting
Posted: Wed 3 October, 2007 Filed under: Domestic, Weirdness 1 Comment »One for Pix, this.
It’s true, you can knit just about anything…
C-List
Posted: Wed 3 October, 2007 Filed under: Cynicism, D4D™, Weirdness 2 Comments »
According to this checker D4D™ has somehow managed to become a “C-List” blog. Far better than I’d have ever expected, to be honest. After all, D4D™ is well reknowned for its content – sweary, cynical, and of little or no interest to the world in general. (Well, except for the co-proxamol post and the one about Royal Mail redirection, of course)
Of course, all this ‘A-list this’, ‘B-list that’, “Z-list the other” is still a complete load of old balls, but hell, it amused me…
Time Flies
Posted: Mon 1 October, 2007 Filed under: Cynicism, Weirdness Leave a comment »October? How the hell did that happen?
Time sure flies, and 2007 seems to be doing more flying than ever…
Long-Term Residents
Posted: Wed 12 September, 2007 Filed under: Charm School, Customer Services, Cynicism, Travel, Weirdness 1 Comment »I must admit, on my first reading of the story yesterday of the couple who have been living for 22 years in a Travelodge hotel (and I use that term very loosely) my first reaction was “Why?!?”, closely followed by “Freaks.”
It’s taken me a good 24 hours to get past that reaction- and if I’m honest, it still comes back to that on occasion. Personally, I couldn’t stay in a Travelodge for 22 days, let alone 22 years. I’ve written before about staying in one, and about their dodgy booking practices (although that appears to have stopped now) – but I have to admit that they’re comfortable to sleep in, if nowt else.
However, seeing one of the quotes from the couple, I can understand their motivation a bit more.
“The Travelodge room suits us so much better than our first-floor flat in Sheffield, which has no disabled access for Jean. It’s important as she now suffers from a bone disease and uses a wheelchair.”
Now yeah, fair enough – their disabled access isn’t bad at all, usually.
But still, twenty-two years in a Travelodge. Fucking hell. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.