Suppose it must be time for a new blog then… as it is over a month since the last one. Bloody hell.!
Well since then I have gained another year of age, but let us face it, I am still a lady killer. Nothing to do with my looks or charm, just this big knife and blood covered hessian sack.
My birthday was rather fun. Picture, if you will (if you won’t then that is totally up to you but it will make this next bit seem rather boring) myself, Chili, Pouty, Hwang, Mikey and Harrz and their friend (who’s name totally escapes me due to a certain Fluffy Bunny ending up a complete and drunken bastard by 2am) and the regulars of the White Lion and Decades. Now add in stupidly drunk me and lots of dancing to Britpop (just me, alone on the dancefloor to Pulp’s Do You Remember The First Time) and then throwing up having got hiccups. Was a very good night.!
Now then. Or is it then now. Either way, now what has been happening in the world. Oh yes, rather fine Grand Prix trickery involving a Mr Ham and Belgium. Brilliant drive in the moist conditions and also a rare race where I shouted and, for the first time ever I think, swore at the TV (when Vettel managed to wreck the radiator of Button’s McLaren and I responded with the word TWAT said waaaay too loudly). Next weekend is Monza, fuck knows who will win there.!
The world hasn’t changed too much in the past month unless you live in Pakistan where you are probably reading this up to your armpits in cold water and throwing things at your cricket team, might stop you phoning me up when I am in the bath to try and sell me something though. Bastards.
As the current B3ta question of the week is about complaints I was wondering how many times complaining has got me anywhere. First Great Western have had a lot of my complaints to absolutely fuck all resolution (suggesting using a loco hauled set to improve their service levels which ironically were refused by FGW on cost grounds and then started up successfully by Arriva and then passed onto DBS who now run 67s and a mk2 set from Cardiff to Taunton etc, nice one boys). The meatballs thing did get me free meatballs so that was good and a few years ago I got free train travel from Virgin, let me explain…
I had been to York with Pika so she could check out the university there. I fucked off to the National Railway Museum (well I have never been there since or before so it made sense) and we both met back earlier than expected and using our £60 walk on fare tickets we got an earlier return train as it was running a little late. The HST was failed at Sheffield and we were shoved onto the following HST (which was the one we were going to catch anyway). We got home around the same time we expected to anyway having witnessed an old man using a mobile phone like a walkie talkie much to my hysterical amusement and the guard offered round the complaint forms.
Mine came back a week later with a credit note for half my original fare.! I spent it on another trip to Portsmouth uni hunting and a shopping trip to Taunton (oh and whilst in Portsmouth I managed to empty the fruit machine on the platform of £40 and that paid for food, drinks and shopping too. Brilliant). So all in all a worthwhile complaint, although I am totally glad it was in the pre-Voyager era because that would have been fucking awful.!
Bruce Springsteen is currently dancing in the dark in the back ground so I suppose I should dance in to the light (now who sang that.??) Night all.!