Drop down

I hate drop down lists on computer databases and online forms - you know, the sorts of things where you have to enter your date of birth in dd/mm/yyyy? Why do they only drop down to 19 before you have to click on the scroll down arrow?

I'll show you what I mean:

Oh, it appears that Flickr doesn't want to upload that particular thing, but you get the idea? It's really discriminatory against people who are born after the 19th of the month. If they're going to have a drop down list, why not go all the way to 31?

I've just been sorting out car insurance for Connie Cakesniffer and I've come to the conclusion that they're all cheating, thieving cunts. Having done a search in Money Supermarket, I decided to go for the Post Office's policy, which was advertised as £220. So you click on "buy quote" and end up having to enter all the information again at the Post Office's site, and then you're told that the quote is actually £320.

Lying.

Fucking.

Bastards.


Where the devil?
For the past couple of weeks, blogging activities have been put on the back burner in favour of other things. Here is a pictorial rundown:

Manchester Pride, 26th August

It seemed that the Church had a presence, whereby it invited all of us lost children to wait in line to be saved from a life of sodomy and an eternity burning in the fiery pit:

Norfolk, 27th to 30th August

Skiathos, 1st to 8th September

Lovely.

Of course, the great thing about being abroad is the language difference. In all honesty, the Greek people are fantastic and they speak very good English, but certain things get switched around in translation.

"Wefined Vergina Sugar", eh?

Yamas!

Another thing that wasn't quite translated in the holiday brochure was the term "slight incline to some apartments" which came from the Greek for "your apartment will be right at the top of a big fuck-off hill - ha, ha, ha".

Yamas, you bastards.

Unfortunatley, coming back means that you have to congregate with all the Brits that you'd spent the previous 7 days trying to avoid. The couple in front of us on the plane were particularly friendly and were reclined so far in their seats that they were almost sat in our laps. Leg room was OK, but this was my view for the entire flight home.

Welcome to Astraeus Flight AEU 476 to Manchester. Today's flight is brought to you by the words "ignorant" and "cunts"

And now I'm back, and tomorrow's delight for my first day back at work is a trip to that stinking cesspit that is London. What a palarver! Still, at least I get to go down there first class as compensation.

I wonder if any of my work clothes fit me? I might try them on before I bother to iron them.