Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Dam insurance

I had an interesting chat the other day with my old car insurance company. Due to the massive increase they decided to drop on my poor little family, I jogged them on. Of course the little tinkers were quick to point out that in order to obtain freedom I would have to pay. Begrudgingly I agreed.

Problem is the slightly less then helpful person I talked to absolutely refused to accept payment unless it was with a card and over the phone. Despite my desire to pay by post I was told they could only accept payment over the phone and that was that. This perturbed me some what and I politely said my goodbyes.

Tonight I had a call from my old insurance company. The lady I spoke to (natalie) told me she would be very happy to receive payment throughout the post, this filled me with glee. So much so I think I'll give them a call and pay by card now.

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Monday, 22 November 2010

Zip it up

It's such an simple concept, when in doubt just zip it up. Keep quiet, better to keep your mouth shut and  let people think your a fool, then to open your mouth and prove them right.

It's been one of them sort of days, the ones where I when I look back I think I've had a whole bunch of chances to keep my mouth shut, and haven't. 

Nevertheless, I seem to have made it thus far so I guess I shouldn't worry about it to much. Maybe it's all a case of continuing to practice, or maybe I need a zip.

Friday, 19 November 2010

Birthday Time

So this morning I rolled into my fourth third year and I've got to say, it's gone better then I thought. Or at least better then I thought when I was twenty three, or even thirty three. It seems like I've got quite comfortable with my age. I guess that might indicate at least in some small way, I'm doing something right.

One thing that has taken me a little by surprise today has been the number of people wishing me happy birthday. Of course Facebook has played it's part, as has the fellowship, but nevertheless I've been blown away by the number of people who have bothered.

It's a nice place to be in life, exactly where you are. I don't want to sound like one of those complicated spiritual tossers who come out with those sort of one liners, but it is. As much of a pain in the arse some stuff is right about now, it's ok and that's good enough after fourth three years of practice.

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Wednesday, 17 November 2010

The witness

Some of you will remember my "now that's progress" blog  back in April this year. It told of the sad demise of my beloved Micra, shafted so cruelly up her rear end while parked.  This tail of woe was to continue when the driver of the offending vehicle decided to change her story and say I reversed out in front of her. In no way did this please me. Nevertheless Safe and secure in the knowledge that the truth will always out, I decided to bide my time and let the trusty insurance company's sort it all out.

Skip forward seven months and today I receive a letter from my insurance company telling me that the driver of the other car has miraculously found an eye witness who, she says, seen the whole thing. Apparently this "witness" watched as I reversed out right in front of the other driver. I find this odd to say the very lest. I had spent time after the accident asking if any of the chaps who came to help from the local garage had seen it happen. I even went back the following day to double check, but no one had seen a thing.

I have to wonder who or indeed what this surprise witness is. And more importantly, how anyone can get away with such blatant bullshit. I mean really, come on, can this honestly be happening? Well, yes, yes it can and yes it bloody well is. I'm so very tempted to concoct my own surprise witness right about now, one who can simply tell it like it happened, but of course I won't. Sometimes this honesty in all areas of my life thing really is a fucker, it really is.


Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Four years

It was four years ago today my step Dad Derek died. Its an odd thing that although this chap wasn't my biological father, he really did treat me like a son. Even after my mum had died, he still continued to treat me like a son. I don't know if this sort of loyalty is a normal thing or if he went on and beyond the call of duty with me, all I know is I'm grateful.

And this has got me thinking, much like the great thinker depicted by the photo to the right. What is it in what we laughingly refer to as normal folk that provokes such reliable loyalty? Answers on a post card please.

I know it now, I can feel it, but for many years this simply wasn't the case. I'd tell you I was honest and loyal, but of-course that was all a lie. I was loyal to one person, and one person only, me. Maybe its that point when we turn that self-centred thing right round and ping it out to the world around us. Maybe the default setting for some folk is just to think of others naturally.

Its a default setting I have absolutely no understanding of what so ever. But maybe Derek did, maybe its as simple as that and no more needs to be said. 

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Like a gentleman

It's been nearly eight years since I took an alcoholic drink of any kind. Seems as time plods on I get the idea that at some point in my drinking career I was able to drink like a gentleman. This I need to admit is a lie, at no point have I ever been able to drink like a gentleman, AT NO POINT. To be honest I'm not even sure what it involves, I think it might be stuff like putting a bottle down before it's empty or even (God forbid) stopping before you pass out. What ever drinking like a gentleman is, I know it's not me and that on it's own is enough for me to leave the old gentleman jack well alone.

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Saturday, 13 November 2010

Its been a while

Seems like it's been ages since I've had time to sit down and add something to this blog. Bit of a shame from my point of view because although it's clearly a tad on the self indulgent side (blogging) I do so very much enjoy it.

Seems like the old life comes along thing really has been the case of late. Start a bit of study with the open university sounded so simple, even easy when it strolled into my head a few months ago. Easy my arse. It's not the study, it's the finding the bloody time. A job, a family, fellowship stuff, service, sponse's, etc, etc. The list goes on and on.

Of course I know I need to be grateful, I know the life I have today truly is a blessing and I really am a happy bunny with it all, I just wish I had more time. This I must say is a long way from days gone by. I spent so many hours just sitting around wishing my life away bored as mad Mick mc bored from the clan mc bored.

I don't get bored any more, so I don't moan about it. I do however (obviously moan about not being bored) I guess it's just in my nature to have a bit if a gripe about stuff, maybe it's to do with my fast approaching fourth third birthday. Maybe I've simply turned into one of them grumpy old buggers. If that's the case, cool, at least I know I'm happy. Yes, yes I am.

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Saturday, 6 November 2010

World wide baby.

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Friday, 5 November 2010

Who indeed?

When we were young

When we were young things seemed so very different because........

First, we survived being born to mothers who drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer..

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle...

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn't open on the weekends, somehow we didn't starve to death!

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy  Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up things with.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because......


We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,
no video/dvd  films, 

no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
Lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time...

We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn't have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and bully's
 always ruled the playground at school.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn't invent stupid names for their kids like 'Kiora' and 'Blade' and 'Ridge' and 'Vanilla'

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

The ear ache

As I come to the end of the day I can't help thinking, what a bastard it's been. Normally I can get to the end of a day and as I look back I can quite easily find some positive stuff that over rides any of the shit that's been going on. But not today, not much anyway.

The reasoning behind this is quite simple, I'm on day two of a constant bloody ear ache and to be quite Frank, it's starting to piss me off more then a little tad. That coupled with the fact I had very little sleep last night has enabled me to spend much of the day right on the edge of sanity.

Despite this I seem to have managed to get this far without killing of even trying to kill anyone what so ever. If you have a head that works like mine you will surely understand what a big deal this is. So what have I learned? Truth is nothing new, I have always known I don't do well when I'm in pain and to be honest I'm not sure I ever will. So the answer is simple, ear ache be gone. I said ear ache be gone. Bugger.

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