"I'll be working till late and they need to get there for about 7.15, can you take them?"
Of course! No problem, it'll be a pleasure.
But I do wish my sister Bomb would check the local events calendar when she books these things. The combination of an opera, a Premiership football match and a "rock" concert starting at approximately the same time, within a 3 mile radius leads to:
ABSOLUTE GRIDLOCK
So our relaxed journey into the city was somewhat fraught as I fought my way through the traffic. The opera is very civilised you see, they don't let you in if the performance has started and you should ideally be in your seat a few minutes before the screaming starts.
I've just had an interval report from Connie. Apparently they were a bit late afterall - the tickets were misleading and said you should be there for 7.15 for a 7.50 start. It actually started at 7.15. No idea what that was all about.
Technoldies
They should know better than to put confusing information on tickets that are predominantly going to be used by older people.
There are so many things that can cause confusion for people who are getting on a bit - let's face it, it's bad enough for us thirty somethings. I came home to find Mum cursing at an automated telephone system. She'd received a new credit card and was trying to activate using the oh-so-unhelpful "Press one to activate your card, key in the card number using your telephone keypad, key in your date of birth" shite. It wasn't working and there was no way to get through to a real person for assistance.
But that's Lloyds TSB for you. My new Marks & Spencer card arrived, I phoned up, got through to a real person immediately (on about 2 rings) and my card was activated within 30 seconds.
I "heart" M&S. I REALLY "heart" their Christmas TV ads.
UN Disaster zone
My hair is a fucking mess. The Disasters Emergencies Commission has set up a fund for people to donate to so that Sniffy can get a hair cut.
Big, fuck-off building
Somebody was questioning me when I was going on about the Beetham Tower in Manchester. Here are a few photos that might indicate how big this thing is.
So there you have it. That's Beetham Tower for you. I wouldn't mind spending a night in one of the Hilton Hotel suites, it looks a bit posh.
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The other half is currently watching Everton being beaten by Man U.
Damn. Seriously? FYI, I don't like Man U. Portsmouth is the team for me.
I hate Man u. I hate snowpatrol more than Man u I think.
I hate my monthly curse that's what I hate.
I'm not crazy about the Opera either. So Sniff tell us... did Connie get in or did they keep her out until the break?
Hate Man U, fucking bastards. Portsmouth - bastards! - got a lucky draw against the Mighty Reds.
they let her in, but she couldn't go to her proper seat until after the interval. She's a hooligan, that mother of mine.
Don't be trashing Portsmouth. Do I have to get on a plane, go over and kick some Sniffy ass?
Do your worst.
Sniffy has some pretty deadly moves Karen... I'd watch out if I were you.
Yes, I'm a killer with seaweed, but at my most deadly with my trumps.
I know the secret art of Canuck-fu. Be warned missy. It's deadly - heavyweight boxers have been known to cry like babies at the sight of my numchuk-like beaver tails. Whole nations tremble in fear at the thought of my deadliest weapon...Celine Dion.
I knew my mother was getting on in age when we were driving in her car together a few years ago. She brought the car to a complete halt at a stop sign - and waited. I asked her what she was waiting for, to which she responded:
"Oh shit, I was waiting for it to turn green." she said giggling
"It's not a traffic light, dumbass." I returned.
"Oh, fuck off, lesbo." she said
....oh she's a witty one.
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