Mental with boredom

It's been so long since I've been able to post to my blog, because my blog has been stuck somewhere between Berlin and Manhatten, that I'm almost going mental with boredom.  This has been the longest period I've had without writing anything and, well, I've been getting itchy.

So now that I'm tippy tapping away, I'm not sure what I want to impart on the world.

Of course, today the people of Greater Manchester blew a massive hole in the government's ridiculous plans for the introduction of road charging (in addition to Vehicle Excise Duty, fuel tax, insurance tax and council tax).  With a resounding "No" vote against the proposed Manchester Congestion Charge, we say a big fat FUCK YOU! and hopefully saved the rest of the country from other such nonsense.

Just watching Gordon Ramsay plucking turkeys straight after their death.  I'm imagining this is a much more pleasant experience than plucking dead pheasants that have been hanging for a couple of weeks.  Stinking of shit, covered in gore and feathers, the result never seems the effort and the mental scarring.  Let's face it, you can generally buy a couple of the things ready prepared from the market for about two quid, so why bother with the caveman antics?

Expenses

Of course, it's Christmas coming up.  This has kind of passed me by so far because, I don't really know why - I can't be bothered with it this year I suppose.  But I've done my bit and bought a load of presents online and now all I need to do is find a book that my mum wants and I'm done.  I suppose I have to wrap the things too, but I'm not bothering with the expensive giftwrap and bows like in other years.  I suppose it looks nice under the Christmas tree, but so what.

I thought I'd be saving a fair bit of cash this year because I wouldn't have to buy anything for a certain somebody and also for a certain somebody's birthday at the end of December, but things have conspired against me and my obsessive nature has meant that I've been pursuing expensive replacements for things that I've accidentally fucked up.

1. Timberland jacket.  I bought  a lovely Timberland jacket in Vegas: waterproof with a cableknit zip pure wool cardigan insert that could be worn as an item in its own right, a bargain at £40.  I washed the cardigan on a wool cycle at 30°C and it came out the size of something that would fit Little Con.  Annoyed?  Extremely.  So what do I do?  Go on eBay and buy a padded Timberland jacket for £55.


2. Timberland boots.  Having toiled with my Doc Marten boots for three years, without any sign of them ever becoming comfortable (or fashionable), I gave up and bought a pair of Timberlands.  £82


3. WinRAR.  This was a major techno retard fuck up.  For some reason, my avi files got associated with WinRAR to open instead of Windows Media Player.  I figured that my evaluation copy of WinRAR had finally caught me out and that I needed to by a licensed copy.  Thick fuck.  £33


4. Mini digital camera.  I was out taking the little dog for a walk on Sunday afternoon.  The sun was going down, it was a lovely crisp winter's day, so I decided to take my little camera with me so I could take some photos along the canal bank.  We were pootling along when I spotted a robin really close by, so I whipped the camera out, turned it on, then Rocky decided to yank on his lead and I lost grip of the camera, which plummeted to the icy groung in slow motion. Fucked.  Beyond repair.  New camera £125.

Still, I'm sure that only amounts to about half of what I'd have spent on Jo for Christmas, so I'm still quids in.

Madness

My dad suggest that we have pork for Christmas dinner this year.  I'm looking for a home for him in the new year.