We're all set for digital

Well that was fairly easy.

 We are set for digital (... at the moment)

He's an appealing little fella isn't he?

On your marks. Get set. NO!!!

Have to retune the televisions later today (all four of them). No doubt that'll be a joyous task; a complete pain in the arse, which is sure to mess with all pre-existing settings and will take an age. That is of course if I can remember how to retune the various differing TV's in the first place; I will have mislaid all the instruction booklets, even for the television we purchased last Thursday.

If only there was somewhere to obtain help; a website, a selection of informative adverts broadcast across the various channels for the last few years and a leaflet pushed through every houses letter box.

If only …

Wicked Blue

After having my haircut this morning I witnessed a young family sitting around a table in the Hogshead, the children were drinking pop and the parents were on Blue Wkd. Why would anyone want to drink Blue Wkd at ten o'clock in the morning; why would anyone want to drink Wkd …

I believe there are very few occasions to drink before noon, I can understand something cold and crisp on a sunny day but mid-morning on a damp day in Newcastle-under-Lyme. Nah!

Blue Wkd is beyond the realms of even the most desperate of alcoholics; those who gather in Weatherspoons from their opening at 8am for breakfast to last orders at mid-night. It doesn't even deliver much bang (alcohol) for it's buck, but I doubt the truly dependant would turn their nose up at it (although I bet it's right at the bottom of their chosen tipples?)

Cash my coins

A fog of grump on entering the Britannia building society, lengthy waits and begrudging service. Why would the teller behind the counter be so bad-tempered that I chose to pay a few bags of coins into my own account? It's not like I was attempting to pay-in magic beans or cash gold ingots, just four hundred pieces of legal British tender.Twenty bags of fifty pence pieces all correctly counted & bagged.

Of course she still asked me when my mortgage and home & contents insurance was due for renewal and if I felt the money in my account was really working for me. Perhaps if they spent less time trying to sell their products and more time performing essential building society type tasks everyone (staff & customers alike) might be happier?

In the same way that the priority service of the Post Office should be allowing people to post things, WH Smiths shouldn't feel the need to sell you sweets and chocolates once you have reached the till and Supermarkets shouldn't offer stamps or mobile phone top up's when we as the customer are perfectly capable of asking for them if required.

A reoccuring rant I agree.

Chlorine gets in your eyes

They asked me how I knew my true love was true

I of course replied "Something here inside cannot be denied"

They said "Someday you'll find all who love are blind".

When your heart's on fire, you must realize chlorine gets in your eyes.

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love.

Yet today my love has flown away, I am without my love.

Now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide.

So I smile and say "When a lovely flame dies, chlorine gets in your eyes"

(Chlorine gets in your eyes,  Chlorine gets in your eyes)

Chlorine-gets-in-your-EYES

The End of Summer

We do appear to have bypassed summer and have gone directly to autumn (not stopping to wear shorts in public, enjoy the garden or get a suntan; nevermind collecting £200!). The leaves are rapidly falling from the trees, it's wet. I need to cut the lawn (okay need is a bit strong); I'd would like to cut the lawn before the weather really breaks and it becomes a boggy-soggy mess … again.

We've only managed a pitiful two barbecues since June. The likelihood of a glorious September seems remote as we hurtle towards October, a month that has never been described as nice, nevermind glorious. The best October can hope for is mild.

I very much like ...

The Horrible Crowes- "Elsie"