Monday, 26 December 2011
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Saturday, 22 October 2011
Friday, 21 October 2011
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Saturday, 1 October 2011
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Monday, 19 September 2011
Thursday, 1 September 2011
Monday, 29 August 2011
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Sunday, 14 August 2011
The place Dara O'Briain talks about here.
This place has been a feature for decades
and they have Polish films at the local Cineworld
It's funny what makes you feel at home.....
A walk through the park......
and a meander past the estate agents windows.........
.........and I know that all's right with the world.
Seriously. £1,750,000. That's why I don't live here.
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Friday, 12 August 2011
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Friday, 5 August 2011
Poetry? Who in their right minds thinks rhyme will let them be taken more seriously??!
WTF?!two weeks we've had of this already.
It doesn't look like it's going to stop any time soon either.
Thursday, 4 August 2011
I suppose it's an option.
The meeting wasn't too successful. The young 'un who interviewed me is too young to remember the prescribing of lofepramine as a first line drug.
As if the fact that I was old enough to be his mother didn't make me feel old enough.
He would have to discuss my case with his Consultant before writing to my GP to let him know what had been decided.
What? I'm not in the loop?
Tuesday, 26 July 2011
I dunno. Badly organised and overpriced pearls before swine.
Sunday, 24 July 2011
Since April last year, we have been trolling the streets looking for our bus stops as not only the bus station was shut down but also the main ring road was disrupted to accommodate the new building.
There have been delays, hitches and hiccups. Trade along the main street leading to the bus station has also taken a battering.
Despite the rumours and the complaints, the building work continued regardless and it opened today.
I popped down there to see where I'm catching my bus tomorrow and I have to say, on first impressions, I'm impressed.
The winding bus routes through the station are gone - replaced by what look like big turning corners any handbraking boy racer would love to skid his wheels on,
The airport style departure boards are centrally placed and relatively easy to read
and the multi-option touch screens look great.
Even the National Express coaches have been moved
It's just a pity that all the rumours are true.
There's always something to take the shine off the newness.
And that's before the litter, the gum spitters and the vandalism starts.
Sunday, 17 July 2011
These are the only ones I can give to the Friends charity that work at the hospital. The mix tapes and the cassette recordings of vinyl records have all been dismantled and thrown into the recycling and rubbish bins.
Dear Lord, did I really buy those?
Not too bad, although there's Bob again........
Oh now, that's just random.......
Um, nope. Just embarrassing.......
Not even trying to explain those.
The thing is, a lot of these haven't seen daylight for at least a decade. I'm playing a few just to see if they'll still play. I really have got to get over the embarrassment otherwise I won't give anything away.
Sunday, 8 May 2011
Do you like it? Do you? You want to buy it?
Actually, I agree. It's dire. I don't know what possessed me to buy the kit, but once opened I had to finish it or else it would sit in it's box taunting me whenever I entered the room.
I've since had it framed and will put it up one day.
One day when I have walls to speak of.
And once it is up, it will sit on the wall and taunt me.
Like some 'Ghost of Handicrafts Past', it will plonk itself in my eyeline and tell me in no uncertain terms not to buy another rug kit again.
I know, I know I get worked up over next to nothing.
What's been troubling me of late is, well, mediocrity, incompetence and ego.
I wouldn't dream of putting that piece of nylon tat up for sale - I know it's rubbish and asking for money for it wouldn't just break copyright law (Alright there, Coats?), it would require the kind of shamelessness that would phase the Gallagher clan.
There is one website called Etsy.
There was a plan originally for talented crafters, artisans and small businesses to advertise in one place - a bit like Ebay for handmade stuff.
Etsy has been hijacked. By the kind of talentless, brassnecked, deluded and plain old mercenary shysters that the true craftsmen have been trying to distance themselves from.
Etsy has a listings policy which effectively means that 'resellers' are valuable Etsy clients and people who steal ideas from other artists or otherwise breach copyright go unsanctioned.
But the most nauseating part of the Etsy set-up is that anyone who publicly exposes such merchants (so called 'calling out') are actively sanctioned by the Etsy administrators.
So the really talented but struggling or those trying to sell items for a good cause have to keep quiet or else they'll be punished. Rune Leather was one such luckless soul.
I honestly don't know why April Winchell got so wound up, but she has created a site called Regretsy.
In her own words
"Regretsy is the fail blog of hand crafts.
Almost everything posted here is collected from the web site, Etsy, though I sometimes feature crafting failures from other sites.
I also will sometimes post things that are just incredibly odd and wonderful.
So while not everything here is awful, it is always WTF."
The site is fairly self explanatory. It's "where DIY meets WTF" and some of the best bits are from her many followers.
April's Army of snark even have a forum following on Etsy. They have raised money for charity, shop for gew-gaws on Etsy and give public support to real artists.
There are a number of 'artistes' who, truly believing they are God's gift to art, have complained, loudly.
Not happy that their masterpieces have been dissed and snarked at, they complain. And bring about a torrent of smart alec, snarky, trouble upon their heads.
One such produced this. She has a whole shopful!
And then this happened.
And suddenly Twitter went nutty. 79,000 members of April's army vs. one not very talented 'artiste'.
If you're interested check out @Regretsy, @Robstenart and @Aprilsarmy or #postsomethingterrible.
If I had that woman's brass neck, I'd be Prime Minister.
She traces pictures and colours them in. She is on a par with most 8 year olds.
The "I only 'do' Twilight" aspect makes her look like an angsty, pouting teen who just won't be told she has no real talent and she really ought to be getting on with something more useful.
This woman is wasting time, money and resources on producing the kind of dross I'd be too embarrassed to throw in my large black wheelie bin (for non recyclable refuse) for fear someone would see it.
And she's marketing it with the kind of deathless prose one would reserve for a work by Van Gogh.
Kill it with fire, I say.
The trouble is, not only is she not alone, she and her fellow 'artistes' now have the likes of Etsy, where the like minded can meet, shore up each other's fragile egos and effectively create an alternate universe where they can compare themselves with the like of Da Vinci and see nothing wrong with overpriced flotsam and jetsam hotglued to pieces of ply.
I have great respect for artisans who, using traditional crafts and/or their own designs, create useful and beautiful pieces.
I can cross stitch. If I want to clutter my house with hamfisted attempts at 'art', I can pick up a pattern and produce my own half-arsed, attempts at decoration without resorting to t'Internet.
I love Regretsy. It has made me laugh out loud and cry at some of the reasons why they do the charitable things they do.
Regretsy is not just a response to the resellers, it's a calling out of the untalented, the pretentious, the idiotic, the deluded, the 'hot glue and crysanthemum' crowd who think they're producing 'art' when in fact they are keeping corporate 'craft' suppliers in the black.
Death to the Steampunk Octopus.
I know, I know. And flock wallpaper too.....
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
And while we are all wound up flag waving, celebrating, conspiracy theorising, mourning or vowing vengeance, we aren't concentrating on the things around us that matter just as much, if not more.
Like law and order at home, for example.
The impending closure of the Forensic Science Service has got to be just about the most stupid, short sighted, penny pinching example of short termist thinking that I've ever heard of.
When I was organising my uncle's funeral, last year, the building I used to work in was in darkness. Already closed down in an attempt to cut costs.
I was in shock when I heard the news on the radio last December. That must have been some Christmas present.
At that point, it seemed an abstract idea. A cost cutting "blue sky thinking" sort of a notion which the Con-Dems could U-turn over later.
Like the laughable - "I know! Let's sell the trees!" idea.
Then I started to get letters from Capita Hartshead who deal with the FSS pension funds. Strange letters, admitting they were being told very little, knew very little but were going to keep me informed anyway.
Then this happened.
It was then that it really hit home. This wasn't some proposed idea but a proper working plan to shut down the FSS.
Expecting the government owned FSS to make a profit from the state funded police forces is like passing money from left hand to right hand and expecting to see more money in the right hand after you're done.
It's not going to happen, is it? You would have to be pretty stupid to expect otherwise
As the saying goes "Crime doesn't pay". The entire criminal justice system is one of those 'how-long-is-a-piece-of-string' money pits which won't turn a profit no matter how many consultants, reviews, reports, opinions and rulings that are thrown into the black hole.
But no. The FSS is going to shut down, private companies are more than capable of taking up the slack and there will be no interruption of service.
The Council for the Registration of Forensic Practitioners was wound up years ago with no specific body responsible for the accreditation of forensic scientists left.
UKAS doesn't specifically test each forensic practitioner to see if they are fit to practice but they do provide an accreditation service to show that each laboratory adheres to its own documented 'in-house' methods.
Meanwhile, my award winning local Beat Bobby is in the news as well. And it's not good news there either.
That takes some brass neck. To force someone to retire and then ask them to do the same job for free.
Yep. I've finally seen someone come up with ideas worse than that bloody medal.
Saturday, 23 April 2011
The next door neighbour keeps a dog. It has simply been thrown out of the back door, has no toys, no regular walks, isn't kept clean, isn't brought into the house regardless of the weather and has had no training whatsoever.
The smell is atrocious. Trust me.
The dog is showing stereotyped behaviour - running from kitchen door to back gate and back again repeatedly and barks at the slightest thing.
I call the RSPCA on occasion and as far as they're concerned, the dog is fed, watered and has some sort of shelter - an outside cupboard. There is no overt abuse, so as far as they're concerned, there is nothing wrong.
The dog scratches and scrapes the kitchen door and is often up on its hind legs with its front paws on the window sill.
Nothing has been cleaned for weeks and now the warm weather has kicked in, the stench and the flies it attracts is atrocious.
The dog goes nuts and flings itself at the fence the second it hears my keys in my kitchen door lock and carries on barking and jumping long after I've gone back into my house.
There is no fresh air, no real work going on in my garden (I'm scared of dogs that want to try and eat me) and although I've contacted the housing association, they're not that interested either.
So here's to another fly blown, stinking Summer.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
As a child growing up in the 1970s, Jon Pertwee and Tom Baker were the Doctor Whos that I remember watching (from between my fingers) and it was the ever faithful, if slightly attitudinous sidekick Sarah Jane Smith that was by their side.
Whovians all over the internet have been paying tribute to a fine actress who has recently been on our televisions in 'The Sarah Jane Adventures'.
Type "Doctor", "Who" and "episode" into YouTube and you will probably come across Sarah Jane.
Sunday, 17 April 2011
There have been some calamitous decisions made over the years by the governments of the day.
Privatising the energy industries, thereby putting them at the mercy of the stock markets and ensuring eventual foreign control of virtually all the energy used in Britain?
Anything for a quick buck there, eh, guys?
Shutting down entire, specialist hospitals and centralising their functions in fewer, harder to reach general and teaching hospitals with fewer beds and not enough specialist staff?
Wasn't the best idea, was it?
Invading Iraq after the followers of a Yemeni-based Saudi flew planes into American landmarks?
I got soooooo annoyed I resigned my Labour party membership.........yeah, like that helped.
Private finance initiatives which have left local councils and NHS trusts paying massive amounts of their income to construction companies for the forseeable future?
I'll think about voting Lib/Dem in future.
However, shutting down the entire Forensic Science Service because it's losing too much money, has to be one of the most short-sighted, bone-headed, penny pinching and short termist ideas that I've heard for a long time.
I really am absolutely speechless.
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
The problem is compounded by the council's poor maintenance of the drains. Instead of going into the drain, the water pours over the blocked drain cover and carries on down the road.
Recently, I complained to the council.More men from Severn Trent arrived, they re-dug the same area, dug a hole deep enough to bury a traffic cone and watched the hole fill up deeply enough to drown said traffic cone..........
........before filling it in again.
Again, they've made no attempt to find the source of the water, or empty the hole before piling more gravel and tarmac in again.
Nice work on the potholes there, guys. Oh yeah, different department.I wonder if we could make a feature of it.........