yeah alright cheers bruv, how’s yours?
This past couple of weeks after half term have just been a blur. Coupled with the nights drawing in, I’ve proper lost track of the days - I only tend to know it’s a weekend if the rugby or F1 chatter starts to pick up.
Roll on March!
I’m unlucky enough to be in junior management… and that sounds to me like the manager or supervisor has the breaking strength of a melted fucking KitKat.
Sure, they’ve made a problem go away, but they’ve emboldened the arsehole to pull this stunt in the future, and it has done untold damage to the self esteem and mental health of the poor airport spud who was doing their job just fine.
From a personal perspective: if I was a passenger on that plane and we were delayed because some arsepiece threw a hissy fit at the gate, I’d be fuming that the airline caved too.
It’s gash. Fuck that guy, but fuck that supervisor too. They literally had the grounds to fuck that guy right off and enjoy every second of it, but they buckled and became part of the problem.
I went to Tesco (a large (perhaps too large ((brackets)) grocery retailer in the UK) a while back with some raspberries that hadn’t even lasted until I got home before going mouldy.
Literally, all I wanted to do was show the customer service desk lass the issue, show them my receipt, get a replacement, and fuck off to make the interaction as easy as possible for them.
An honest appraisal of what the problem was; some witty banter; and a general understanding of the “don’t be a dickhead” principle to frontline staff meant that she kept hold of me for ten minutes, noted down details and times and whatnot, and it ended up with a £10 apology gift card in the post - which in turn purchased a rather nice bottle of wine.
Where I’m going with this: I cannot fathom how people cannot be polite about issues like this. I’ve never understood how being a wanker to someone whose job it is to sort issues out somehow nets you a better end result. Perhaps the best advice I’m going to give my kids is to spend six months or a year of their teenage starts to their careers in an inbound call centre in a field they’re interested in - yes the job can grind you down and yes the pay sucks, but the basic life skills and soft people skills it teaches you is fucking invaluable.
tl;dr: solid advice, ask nicely, don’t be a twat, and you’ll probably end up with a net result better than you started.
Sore one. Ever thought about changing your hoof to a different type? If your gait measurement suggests that you’re overpronating or supinating, thought about moving to a neutral cushioned shoe (or the other way round)? I’d been overpronating for years but my own gait seemed to sort itself out and now I stick to neutrals.
I’d love to get into games like Satisfactory - but I know fine well I’d get a mega unhealthy fixation with it and I’d have no job or no family by the end of the week 😂
Mate that’s awesome. I saw it and it was dead sound, but I went away from the gardens and went to the Desperate Dan statue from there.
After that, went to the Lemmings statue and that was cool as fuck!
Yeah alright cheers mate, how was yours?
Nipped up to Dundee to check out the new V&A Museum, the kids loved it. Spent .ost of the week in Cumbria with work, getting blown about like a burst bag. Just got in from a cheeky 5k in the pissing rain with the eldest lad, just so I can pre-emptively burn the calories for a bottle of wine this evening.
How’s your running going?
As always, context is key. I seem to remember this BBC article discussing it as a sleep tool used generations ago.
It would appear that humans in winter months - when there are fewer hours of daylight - seem to favour splitting into two shorter sleeps with a productive waking period in the middle, where people are now encouraged to do a task (read, do the dishwasher, load the dryer, whatever) before returning to sleep.
It doesn’t quite fit my setup there but there are some interesting points raised.
yeah alright mate cheers, how was yours?
I’ve got into a right shit habit of getting home, doing a couple of little jobs, and putting the youngest to bed at 8 or 9ish… only to fall asleep with him.
I’ll get up at half eleven for an old man piss, and that’s me then - I’ll go down and chat to the better half for a bit until she gets bored of the telly (and my epic banter) and goes to bed, and I’ll be up then until half one or two before going to bed again until 5am.
Net result is that I’ve been giving it the nodding dog at about half ten in the morning, and taken an early lunch to go out for a run to wake myself up a bit. Nightmare.
I know research suggests that two lots of four hour sleep sessions is better than one eight hour monster, but my god I’d love one right about now!
Oh that sucks. I bought a multi pack of bin bags (or trash liner or whatever they’re called across the pond). I’ve used the company for years because the bag material is fairly thick, and it doesn’t just perish away if any liquids sit at the bottom. Decent quality.
This batch though must have been produced when the machine that seals the bottom and perforates it 5mm below the seal, must have been needing a service. The perforations looked like faint dents in the plasticy material, which meant that when you tried to rip a bag off the roll, it just stretched the plastic rather than tear off cleanly along the dotted line of perforations. It meant that rather than just fucking one bag up, it often pulled across the seam of the next one, making two bags useless.
The whole multipack was fucked and it was infuriating. I can only imagine the machine’s perforating teeth were blunt as fuck.
Little things.
Well jeez, I didn’t expect to find an Escape from the Planet of the Robot Monsters reference here, especially this late to the party.
Here’s another good source if you’re interested.
The stage one music is a banger too.
Tell you what I absolutely love is postcrete.
Useless in your scenario, but it’s just satisfying as fuck to pour in and watch harden in an hour (giggity)
Yeah alright cheers man, how was yours?
I spent most of my free days digging a big fuckoff hole in the garden, putting a swing in, and filling it back in.
The day i did most of the digging, I gave it a rest at half two in the afternoon and ran a three mile detour to pick the kids up from school, and I was absolutely bollocksed. My back didn’t appreciate a day of digging and half hour of running vigorously putting one foot in front of the other and the other parents must have wondered who Quasimodo here was supposed to be visiting.
Successful week in all.
I’ve got an MG5 Trophy, and it does alright. The range is slightly disappointing - from 100% in Eco mode, it says it’ll do 221 miles.
Will it bollocks. If you were going 30mph up and down a flat runway then maybe, but hills and motorway is kryptonite for batteries, and I’m sure it’ll be worse in winter. Rapid chargers - 50kW and above - are fucking incredible mind and the infrastructure isn’t half bad, but you’re not far off petrol rates for the convenience. That said, I’m usually stopping off somewhere for a coffee - so to charge it while I’m doing that means I’m only “losing” five or ten minutes off my journey.
As for how much I saved, obviously depends on the tariff but I’d say probably twenty quid. It was a 7 kW charger in a car park so they generally sit around 40p/kWh. I’m not complaining. In fact I’m still thrilled 😂
Fingers crossed your father will listen to reason too. I hope you have many years ahead of you both 😊
Yeah not bad cheers fella, how about you?
I took the EV out on a fairly long distance trip. Planned in a charging stop halfway along, but didn’t need it.
Had planned out plan A, B, and C’s for charging at the venue… but as soon as we pulled up to the hotel, the other half says “hey that looks like a charger over there”, and sure enough it was. It was a ChargePlace Scotland charger, but strangely wasn’t listed in the ChargePlace Scotland app.
Tapped the card, plugged her in, and off she charged.
Disconnected it the following morning, got the invoice email though:
£0.
Absolutely banging, a free drive!
I’m here to provide no answers whatsoever and admire the ASCII art. I am a simple man.
alright mate yeah cheers, how was yours?
Went to a local indoor stadium event venue thing on the weekend, £9.30 for a pint, fuck me
I’ve got a lavender bush that overhangs my garden path, and every time I step into the grass to avoid disturbing the bees on the flowers.
I’m getting real fuckin’ bored of soggy feet so my bee bros need to finish their flower humping real soon.
Funnily enough, I got an email from MS plugging their Copilot shit.
I don’t give a fuck about what I’m subscribed to, I give a fuck about the link to unsubscribe from it.
Yeah alright cheers bruv, how was yours?
Been trying to fight off a cold this weekend, tried to get up for work at 5am on Sunday but it absolutely wasn’t happening. Binned the shift off, went back to bed, woke up at half three in the afternoon. I haven’t slept that deeply in some time.
Yeah followed the F1 through the weekend on the official YouTube channel - generally their stuff is up within the hour which is handy. Still surprised Bortoleto walked away from that T1 crash in the sprint race.