Clutch shots and Hell's Grannies II
Well today has been interesting. I have been on full procrastination mode. First I cleaned the bathroom (well kind of) and then I did all the washing up and then I put my washing on and then I had a rest. After watching Neighbours at lunch I headed off to 'Digby and Sowton' (a seedy suburb of outer Exeter) to meet a man I knew only as 'Geoff' in a deserted park and ride car park. I exchange money for some bamboo. This isn't quite as dodgy as I make out as it was the completion of an eBay transaction on behalf of my sister-in-law Nat. The transaction went as planned although as I have previously watched the film 'Heat', I had a "shooter" placed in a tree top, just in case of any "funny business". To be honest the plants look half dead, but maybe that is just what bamboo is supposed to look like??? Not my money so I don't care!
Well, after all this wheeling and dealing I felt I needed some lunch so dropped by Sainsburys on the way home where I picked up a healthy meal of a packet of some French crouton thingies, a packet of bananas and a DVD. So as I stand in line for the checkout I feel like a complete Chav, with what has to be the least nutritional lunch every devised. But no. A couple in their 50's join the cue behind me with their lunch time purchase. They had:
12 cans of Tetley’s beer
1 Beef and Tomato pot noodle
4 Bacardi Breezers
1 Chicken and Mushroom pot noodle
and 1 loaf of bread.
Now that is certainly the ultimate crap lunch! Needless to say they smelt and looked a little crazy, so I smiled at them. Why do I always smile at crazy people? Bad habit.
Spent the afternoon watching the film I had purchase, The Transporter. Actually a great film with some smashing action sequences. But why, oh why do American film producers insist on showing a shot of the car driver's feet operating the clutch each time he changes gear. This should be cut from the UK version. We are not interested, impressed, entertained by a man who's amazing hero ability is to drive a manual transmission car. No more of this namby-pamby action in future please Hollywood.
On the way back from the shop I met the ultimate type of Hell's Granny, the 'Chav-o-Mobile' Granny. Yes, this 60+ year old, wearing a very tatty 'Kappa' jacket was using her 'Bovril Scooter' to do a paper round. Not so bad you may think. But you forget she was a 'Chav Granny' which means she has to annoy other normal citizens with her below average intellect behaviour. In this case choosing to park her electric scooter in the middle of the road (no shit) while she waddled to each letter box. I had to put the car into neutral(Note for US reader, this operation I would rate as 5/10 difficult as no real clutch 'skill' is really needed) to restrain myself from barging her bloody cart out of the road.
Must do some work today. I am on day 4 of my DGMP (Dissertation Grand Master Plan) and have still to do any bloody work. What is wrong with me?
Well, after all this wheeling and dealing I felt I needed some lunch so dropped by Sainsburys on the way home where I picked up a healthy meal of a packet of some French crouton thingies, a packet of bananas and a DVD. So as I stand in line for the checkout I feel like a complete Chav, with what has to be the least nutritional lunch every devised. But no. A couple in their 50's join the cue behind me with their lunch time purchase. They had:
12 cans of Tetley’s beer
1 Beef and Tomato pot noodle
4 Bacardi Breezers
1 Chicken and Mushroom pot noodle
and 1 loaf of bread.
Now that is certainly the ultimate crap lunch! Needless to say they smelt and looked a little crazy, so I smiled at them. Why do I always smile at crazy people? Bad habit.
Spent the afternoon watching the film I had purchase, The Transporter. Actually a great film with some smashing action sequences. But why, oh why do American film producers insist on showing a shot of the car driver's feet operating the clutch each time he changes gear. This should be cut from the UK version. We are not interested, impressed, entertained by a man who's amazing hero ability is to drive a manual transmission car. No more of this namby-pamby action in future please Hollywood.
On the way back from the shop I met the ultimate type of Hell's Granny, the 'Chav-o-Mobile' Granny. Yes, this 60+ year old, wearing a very tatty 'Kappa' jacket was using her 'Bovril Scooter' to do a paper round. Not so bad you may think. But you forget she was a 'Chav Granny' which means she has to annoy other normal citizens with her below average intellect behaviour. In this case choosing to park her electric scooter in the middle of the road (no shit) while she waddled to each letter box. I had to put the car into neutral(Note for US reader, this operation I would rate as 5/10 difficult as no real clutch 'skill' is really needed) to restrain myself from barging her bloody cart out of the road.
Must do some work today. I am on day 4 of my DGMP (Dissertation Grand Master Plan) and have still to do any bloody work. What is wrong with me?
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