People keep moaning about jobs. I do not get it. I have just walked past four shops in town and each of them was advertising for at least one person to join their staff. Now, I’d be the first to say that they aren’t the greatest shops in the world – one of them is known as “that scummy pound shop” so I get that people don’t want to work there, not to mention I bet they only pay one Read the rest of this entry »

I sort of don’t really know what to think about Wireless network security. I mean, I know it’s a good thing, and I like to keep mine so nobody can get at it, of course, but at the same time I love the idea of free internet: come on, be honest and put your hand up there at the back, haven’t you been to the airport and wondered if there was somewhere you could sit which might enable you Read the rest of this entry »

healthy hearts

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When I was a young one, I had this thing against wellies. My parents took very little notice of this, seeing as I had a thing against most anything (including and not limited to the following: St Ivel Gold margarine, boring sunsets, conkers which would not come out of their spiky shells and not forgetting ladies with big earrings…Hmm, I did not like them: for some reason they seem utterly malevolent to me and I haven’t quite managed to shake it off yet). But eventually they had to take notice of the hatred I harboured towards the farm-dwelling footwear. Eventually, upon finding me hacking up my sister’s favourite pink ones, they decided to sit me down and have words with me, so as to sort this out before I moved onto bigger and more dangerous things (and I had, just the week before, expressed a distinct dislike and untrust towards my nan’s incontinence pads, so it was a valid concern).

The conversation went:

“But why do you do this to wellies? What have they ever done to you?

I said, “it’s not what they have DONE, it’s what they MIGHT do.

They didn’t get it, but I promised that I would do no more harm. As long as no wellies were thrust into my personal space, of course, in which case I felt I would be justified to take them out.

All these years later I still have my pet-hates, and wellies will never be top of my list of THINGS TO WEAR IN HAZARDOUS MUDDY CONDITIONS, but at least I have a handle on it now, which must mean I have changed for the better, I believe. Because there is nothing sinister about wellies really, well, unless you’re talking about those nasty pink ones…

Standing in the queue at the supermarket the other day, I noticed – couldn’t help but notice, even I couldn’t help but notice this – that the woman in front of me was carrying a baby on her front and the baby was smiling and giggling.
Ah, how sweet (no sarcasm: it was actually quite sweet, sorry, HE was sweet). Every now and again the baby would look over his mother’s shoulder at me and make a funny face – Read the rest of this entry »