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Kitty Wigs!
I think the phrase “WTF!!??!111” is thrown around a little too readily these days. This, though, is one of the situations where it defiantly applies.
Kitty Wigs!
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I don’t know what pisses me off more, cars or bikes.
Bikes: I always seem to have something wrong with my bike. No sooner have I nailed down one problem, another springs up. For instance, my chain was rubbing against the derailer, this was making noise and resistance. To fix this, I did what I could to get the derailer out as far as it would go, which sorted that problem, but a few days later, *bang* the hub on my front wheel exploded, so I got that fixed (thanks Ed), and all was fine, for a couple of days. Last week, I noticed that I was unable to my chain was not on to the biggest cog on the front, I managed to put it there manually once (with my hands) but now, it just slips to the middle cog, and for some reason, on the middle cog, the chain is slipping every few revolutions, making cycling slow work. Its just one problem after another.
Cars: Or more specifically, the “people” driving them. I am used to people in cars doing there best to kill me, so today’s events were of no surprise. I was at a junction waiting to turn left, and then do an almost immediate right turn across traffic, so I have to make sure I am in the centre of the road as soon as I pull out. I waited for a good space in the traffic and pulled out, some cunt in a blue ford escort shot right up my arse, almost touching my back wheel with his bumper. I looked behind me in shock, attempting to get out of the idiots way, when I saw him pull back, I went back in to the middle of the road (so I could make my turning) at which point he tried to speed up again. I just held my ground, and he had to back off. When I got to the central box to turn right, he shouted abuse at me has he went past.
Its one thing having selfish, thoughtless drivers attempting to kill me because they don’t understand that I am not intangible\on the pavement, but it’s another to have abuse shouted at my for your trouble.Labels: *sigh*, cycling, my life, soap box
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Its amazing what £100 will buy you these days. Try building somthing better then that for the same money yourself.
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Gypsies are 'Europe's most hated'
This is a very old (2005) BBC news report I came across while reading this article on tacky gypsy palaces.
It talks about how the Nazi’s attempted to exterminate Gypsies during the holocaust and how this is a terrible event that is often over looked. It goes on to say that because of negative reports in the media about travellers, they are being demonised as minority group which is a bad thing.
This is a shocking abuse of inclusive, anti prejudice attitudes of many liberally minded people who risk being called politically correct for attempting to understand a monitory group rather then slate them out of hand.
The reason that people hate Gypsies is not because they live in caravans or because they are descended from Romanian slaves (althought, this may have been what the Nazi’s hated about them, I don’t know). It wouldn’t matter who they are or why they are there, the reason they are hated is because they move in to an area, damage, steal, threaten and otherwise make the locals lives a misery. I find it outrageous that the people who live in these in these communities and have to put up with this shit, should be, in any way, branded prejudiced against a minority because a specific group of people negatively impact their in such a selfish and thoughtless way.
Speaking personally, if someone asked me if I I hate Gypsies, I would most likely says yes. But I can be more specific. If there are Gypsies out there that are living on land with the owners consent who are not stealing, leaving massive piles of burned out cars and car batteries with a smattering of human facieses, who are not using state resources such as schools and NHS without paying taxes, then I don’t hate them. I am, infact, totally indifferent to them, as I am with most people I haven’t met. I imagine this is the case with most people.
The article mentions the case of the group who burned a mock up of a caravan with the number plates P1 KEY on a bomb fire who subsequently got arrested for inciting racial hatred. They were not inciting racial hatred, they were inciting hatred to a specific group of Gypsies who had made their lives a misery. By all means, arrest them for that, but don’t pretend this is some sort of racial issue. Because, for most people (UKIP and the BNP aside) it’s a matter of having someone nick your bike or smash up your local park, not a matter of were they come from.Labels: soap box
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Haiku
The link below is for a site whre you can post Hiku poetry about whaever. I have written one.
Have tomorrow off
Then long weekend after
bank holidays rock
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Cycles
In the days before the 1960’s prior to the invention of the teenager, when you were a child you dressed as a child until your mid teens, at which point you dresses like your parents.
Its funny how things run in cycles, I was going through Whitley this morning (the most pikiest area of Reading, for those who don’t know) and I noticed the teenagers all dress like their parents, mind you, that is because their parents will all dress like teenagers (from JJB sports) until they end up in a pine box.Labels: *sigh*, cycling
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The hidden benefits of being stupid.
On Tuesday of this week I flew out to Milan (where I am now, and will be for the next few hours) to bugger around with some CCTV and a door entry system for a few days. I was flying from terminal 2 at Heathrow. I got to the airport with loads of time to spare, because I hate to rush.
I got to the airport and had a drink in the pub while I checked my e-mail and such. Then checked my baggage in and went thought security, which was all very quick and went without incident. Again, I went to the pub, had another drink and listened to my audio book for a bit (it was The Godfather by the way, I highly recommend it). I knew I had loads of time, but I thought I would get to the gate nice and early, so I finished my pint and went to Smiths to get a magazine. While there announcement came over the tannoy for a plane to Madrid, this is where the stupidity begins.
I don’t know why, but I always get Milan and Madrid mixed up in my head. So even though I new I had loads of time left, when the announcement said, “last call for Madrid” I started to worry a bit. So I ran off in the direction of my gate, on the way I passed a few Vicky Pollard types in cleaners uniforms who told me that there was nothing open down there, I said which was is gate 32, they pointed. When I asked them how long it would take to get there, they said 20 mins If I walked, or 10 if I ran. As far as I was concerned, they were calling last call for my plane, which was 10 mins a way minimum. I start to worry that the plane will go without me.
I don’t run very often, but I thought this was a good enough reason to give it a go, so I sprinted off in the direction of my gate carrying my laptop bag which had two laptops in it (quite heavy). I ran past a desk with staff from the same airline that I was flying, so I asked them to inform the gate that I was on my way, thinking that I had another 8 minuets running to do (which I could not have done if my life depended on it). They looked at me like I was mad. When I turned the next corner I saw why. The gate was just there. The pikie cleaners had been pulling my leg.
So I hand over my ticket and passport unable to speak. I wanted to say “phew, just in time” but I was unable to, which I was glad of when I realised that I was one of the first on the plane.
I found my way to my seat by a window and sat down sweating profusely. For some reason this sprint had set off a coughing fit that I could not shake. Each time I breathed in, “hack hack hack”, the guy next to me was getting visibly annoyed and felt bad for him. But then he spoke to a steward and moved seats, so I got an empty seat next to me for the whole flight.
Just goes to show, fortune favours the stupid.Labels: *sigh*
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