So Dad and Dunge have a more picturesque snowscape...
...but they're all old and retired and can afford it...
...okay not old, but definately retired.
When it smokes, we all smoke
11 months ago
Monday, February 09, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Supermarket Shopper
So the problem with the legislation surrounding supermarket shopping is...there isn't any.
I needed to go to Asda this morning; the spring cleaning season has arrived; my enthusiasm is peaking; the house will be empty, barring myself; there are supplies that are required to support the continuity of progress.
It is Saturday morning, and so one expects that the supermarkets will be replete with mothers, children, students, oldsters; indeed, the entire spectrum of the species. One does not go to the supermarket on a Saturday and expect it to be plain sailing; one does, however, anticipate ones ability to circumnavigate the chaos, and to make reasonable progress, despite the unfortunate hinderance of the spatially befuddled.
Whilst one is driven toward completing this obstacle course, it is of course important, to remain patient with those, who are seemingly on a similar mission, but appear to be lacking any focus, any manners, or any road sense. Arrests are less likely, when one projects an air of humanitarianism, and aims to reach ones goal, without being sidetracked by chavs at the kitchen utensil gondola.
I do however, take severe exception, to supermarket aisles, or indeed the aisles at any retail outlet, being blocked by housewives, harridans, chavs or shrews...just having a chat. Perhaps I'm being too specific here.
When the functionality of a retail outlet, in particular a supermarket, depends upon free flowing traffic, it is entirely unacceptable, to be blocking the aforementioned traffic, with the express purpose, of 'catching up with Sandra'.
It is entirely beyond the boundaries of civilised behaviour, in particular where the movement of traffic is impaired, as standard, at 'rush hour', to just stop, in your tracks, with your 'mate', and your respective trollies, and your hoards of 'children', slap bang in the middle of the shopping aisle.
I'm getting a little het up here, and can feel a hoard of related incidents racing to the surface; I should probably stop before I rant on into the evening.
Suffice it to say that laws are made for a variety of reasons, and I for one would very much welcome, some form of capital punishment, for poorly behaved lesser mortals, that have to share my airspace, and can't behave correctly. The management of supermarket traffic could be improved, thereby diminishing workload, thereby cutting costs; happy faces all round. We could perhaps finish our shop on a high note, watching the previously alluded to miscreants, receiving a good leathering in the carpark.
I miss the old days.
I needed to go to Asda this morning; the spring cleaning season has arrived; my enthusiasm is peaking; the house will be empty, barring myself; there are supplies that are required to support the continuity of progress.
It is Saturday morning, and so one expects that the supermarkets will be replete with mothers, children, students, oldsters; indeed, the entire spectrum of the species. One does not go to the supermarket on a Saturday and expect it to be plain sailing; one does, however, anticipate ones ability to circumnavigate the chaos, and to make reasonable progress, despite the unfortunate hinderance of the spatially befuddled.
Whilst one is driven toward completing this obstacle course, it is of course important, to remain patient with those, who are seemingly on a similar mission, but appear to be lacking any focus, any manners, or any road sense. Arrests are less likely, when one projects an air of humanitarianism, and aims to reach ones goal, without being sidetracked by chavs at the kitchen utensil gondola.
I do however, take severe exception, to supermarket aisles, or indeed the aisles at any retail outlet, being blocked by housewives, harridans, chavs or shrews...just having a chat. Perhaps I'm being too specific here.
When the functionality of a retail outlet, in particular a supermarket, depends upon free flowing traffic, it is entirely unacceptable, to be blocking the aforementioned traffic, with the express purpose, of 'catching up with Sandra'.
It is entirely beyond the boundaries of civilised behaviour, in particular where the movement of traffic is impaired, as standard, at 'rush hour', to just stop, in your tracks, with your 'mate', and your respective trollies, and your hoards of 'children', slap bang in the middle of the shopping aisle.
I'm getting a little het up here, and can feel a hoard of related incidents racing to the surface; I should probably stop before I rant on into the evening.
Suffice it to say that laws are made for a variety of reasons, and I for one would very much welcome, some form of capital punishment, for poorly behaved lesser mortals, that have to share my airspace, and can't behave correctly. The management of supermarket traffic could be improved, thereby diminishing workload, thereby cutting costs; happy faces all round. We could perhaps finish our shop on a high note, watching the previously alluded to miscreants, receiving a good leathering in the carpark.
I miss the old days.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Winter Walk
It was rather fun walking into work today; the snow; the smiling faces; every man and his dog taking pictures; and who am I to stay on the sidelines.
My walk into work...in pictures.
The back garden...
...Big J, clearing the car...
....the fields next to the house...
...families making mahusive snowmen at 8am...
...Wilford Grove...
My walk into work...in pictures.
The back garden...
...Big J, clearing the car...
....the fields next to the house...
...families making mahusive snowmen at 8am...
...Wilford Grove... 
...Nottingham Canal...
...olde worlde street lamp...
...the Lace Centre behind the office...
...and finally Robin Hood
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Seasonal Affective
Charlie likes the snow, but it makes his feet cold, and he hops about like a muppet for the first few minutes after he lands on it.
I think he prefers the springtime, racing around the woods with Buddy.
He can be a bit anti-social when he's at home...
...but it's not like you could fall out with him.
I think he prefers the springtime, racing around the woods with Buddy.
He can be a bit anti-social when he's at home...
...but it's not like you could fall out with him.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Rats!
So it has taken me a long time to find my blog again...and I did so have high hopes for 2009. More specifically, my hopes were pinned on getting through...the year of the RAT.
Now then, it all sounds a bit silly, and superstitious...and it is; however, my team in China were adamant that it was very bad luck, to be a rat, in the year of the rat. Until January 26th 2009, that was me; and a horrid year it was.
I'm not playing for the sympathy vote here, and I know that we all remember the bad years, but 2008 was definitely one that I'll remember, and I'm glad it's over. No individual event, no milestone catastrophe, just an endless succession of niggles, demands, and misfortunes, that I feel comfortable bunching together as a hiccup in my otherwise joyous and entertaining life.
There may be a lot to be said for the power of belief, and that being the case, I believe; I believe that things are coming together once more, and am enthused about what life has to offer.
I'm not playing for the sympathy vote here, and I know that we all remember the bad years, but 2008 was definitely one that I'll remember, and I'm glad it's over. No individual event, no milestone catastrophe, just an endless succession of niggles, demands, and misfortunes, that I feel comfortable bunching together as a hiccup in my otherwise joyous and entertaining life.
There may be a lot to be said for the power of belief, and that being the case, I believe; I believe that things are coming together once more, and am enthused about what life has to offer.
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