Fuck, my cock is REALLY ITCHY. Anyway, I have not blogged properly since Christmas. So much to say! But right now, I'm tired. All I can say is this weekend has been hugely shit, but it ended up on a humbling note. Not long after handover today, I got a call from security. A student had flown all the way from Nigeria without a room allocated or any idea where to go. He got a taxi from town to the main campus, but there was obviously no-one there as it was a Sunday night. Luckily there was a non-student versus student footy match being played on the astroturf, so he approached them. Two very nice lads brought him here. I managed to sort him a room for tonight and hopefully permanently. He said his visa only came through Friday afternoon (night here) so was unable to book a room. I asked what brought him to Derby, and he was so excited about the prospect about studying in the U.K., and the size of the school was blowing his mind. Alex, one of the guys who brought him over, works with Derby's homeless. I got his number, I'll call it sometime. What an amazing coincidence, and an experience overall that is some hearty food for thought.
In other news, the United Nations EP still fucking smokes.
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Monday, 24 January 2011
Monday, 19 April 2010
Homophobes are just pissed cause they can't get laid
I just had a targeted ad on my facebook for gay friendly hotels. How did they know???
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Fucking Rich Fuck The Poor
Well, it seems like ever since I have moved to Derby, an invisible force has been trying to get me back into gambling. There are 3 pieces of evidence for this;
1) Skybet, the only betting firm I didn't delete my account with, actually called me to ask why I wasn't betting anymore! She was friendly enough, it wasn't a demand or anything, but I still had to justify myself! Hmmm. Anyway, they asked if I'd had my free fiver, so I said no and put it on England to beat Ukraine. D'oh! That'll ensure I'll never get back into it! Cheers Rio.
2) Betfred are taking on cashiers. I applied for the position after much thought. I do want a job, but I don't want to work as a flyer guy. At one point, it seemed like that's all there is in Derby. I actually went to apply at Bar Lisi, but the sign had already been taken down! So, off to Betfred I marched. Fucking hell. A week later and I haven't heard anything, so maybe I won't have to suffer some of their odourous clientel. But some people have doubted my ability to handle it, I wish I could prove them wrong.
3) This is super bizzare. A guy approached me when I was on my way to pick Nat up from the train station. He seemed decent enough, a little younger than me, non-stinky. Basically he wanted me to come into the bookies and give £20 over for him so he could pay his "winning bet". He gets £30 back, I get my £20. It seemed fine at the time. But on this occasion, I had genuine reasons; I wanted to be on time for Nat and I told him I was trying to stay away. He wouldn't accept this, so I had to say it a little louder and he got it. Do I look so gullible? I told him to try someone else, he couldn't seem to fathom this. So maybe I was his easy target.
So, whatever is going on, I survive for now! There are shit loads of betting shops though...
1) Skybet, the only betting firm I didn't delete my account with, actually called me to ask why I wasn't betting anymore! She was friendly enough, it wasn't a demand or anything, but I still had to justify myself! Hmmm. Anyway, they asked if I'd had my free fiver, so I said no and put it on England to beat Ukraine. D'oh! That'll ensure I'll never get back into it! Cheers Rio.
2) Betfred are taking on cashiers. I applied for the position after much thought. I do want a job, but I don't want to work as a flyer guy. At one point, it seemed like that's all there is in Derby. I actually went to apply at Bar Lisi, but the sign had already been taken down! So, off to Betfred I marched. Fucking hell. A week later and I haven't heard anything, so maybe I won't have to suffer some of their odourous clientel. But some people have doubted my ability to handle it, I wish I could prove them wrong.
3) This is super bizzare. A guy approached me when I was on my way to pick Nat up from the train station. He seemed decent enough, a little younger than me, non-stinky. Basically he wanted me to come into the bookies and give £20 over for him so he could pay his "winning bet". He gets £30 back, I get my £20. It seemed fine at the time. But on this occasion, I had genuine reasons; I wanted to be on time for Nat and I told him I was trying to stay away. He wouldn't accept this, so I had to say it a little louder and he got it. Do I look so gullible? I told him to try someone else, he couldn't seem to fathom this. So maybe I was his easy target.
So, whatever is going on, I survive for now! There are shit loads of betting shops though...
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Head? Chest? Or Foot?
OK so me and Nat went to the cinema last night to see "Defiance". I reviewed the fucker on facebook, but that is not the point of this blog. I am going to go for it and have a Lewis Myspace style bitching.
First of all, whilst the magazine is right next to me and we are about to leave to watch United twat Chelsea, the cover of "take 5" magazine (a Daily Star pull-out) has "Katy Perry: The bad girl of pop" on it. OK we're leaving now so I will come back to this OUTRAGE. Anyway. Many days have passed and there is so much I have not blogged. So I have actually calmed down some what, however I still find it fucking ridiculous that this feature was merely a double page spread of all the crazy outfits she had worn. Such as a fried egg. Ooohhh! BAD-ASS! Pop is such a fucking joke. Why is shit like this even printed, nevermind paid for by complete fucking idiots?
OK so me and Nat have been to the cinema a couple of times recently and both times we have been shown the same advert reel. One of the adverts which ACTUALLY OFFENDS ME (Max Bemis = cock), was the one where it shows a marine wading through the jungle in some far off land whilst a guy is voicing over with words like "fear. Pressure. Adrenaline". Anyway, a local tribesman comes from the trees and points a gun at the marine. However the Marines have got this one fucking covered! All of this twat's buddies pop up and point their guns at the guy. He proceeds to soil himself, and the voice says something along the lines of "brotherhood".
Now, this pisses me off because it is almost a dead cert that someone, somewhere will be watching that and thinking "fuck yeah! I can be that guy! I can prove how fucking hard I am! The advert says it's tough being a Marine, and that if I can do all that shit than I am pretty special!". There we have it. The government has recruited some other dickhead to do their dirty work for them. I mean, the advert ACTUALLY shows it! These marines were in a foreign land, and for what (good) reason would that be? Well, if the governent wants it doing, it must be right, right? Furthermore, bcause it's in our countries interest, I suppose it's cool that in real life these fuckwits probably would not think twice about taking a life for the powers that be.
And all this in the comfort of our own local Odeon. When companies and governments collide, we suffer in the end.
First of all, whilst the magazine is right next to me and we are about to leave to watch United twat Chelsea, the cover of "take 5" magazine (a Daily Star pull-out) has "Katy Perry: The bad girl of pop" on it. OK we're leaving now so I will come back to this OUTRAGE. Anyway. Many days have passed and there is so much I have not blogged. So I have actually calmed down some what, however I still find it fucking ridiculous that this feature was merely a double page spread of all the crazy outfits she had worn. Such as a fried egg. Ooohhh! BAD-ASS! Pop is such a fucking joke. Why is shit like this even printed, nevermind paid for by complete fucking idiots?
OK so me and Nat have been to the cinema a couple of times recently and both times we have been shown the same advert reel. One of the adverts which ACTUALLY OFFENDS ME (Max Bemis = cock), was the one where it shows a marine wading through the jungle in some far off land whilst a guy is voicing over with words like "fear. Pressure. Adrenaline". Anyway, a local tribesman comes from the trees and points a gun at the marine. However the Marines have got this one fucking covered! All of this twat's buddies pop up and point their guns at the guy. He proceeds to soil himself, and the voice says something along the lines of "brotherhood".
Now, this pisses me off because it is almost a dead cert that someone, somewhere will be watching that and thinking "fuck yeah! I can be that guy! I can prove how fucking hard I am! The advert says it's tough being a Marine, and that if I can do all that shit than I am pretty special!". There we have it. The government has recruited some other dickhead to do their dirty work for them. I mean, the advert ACTUALLY shows it! These marines were in a foreign land, and for what (good) reason would that be? Well, if the governent wants it doing, it must be right, right? Furthermore, bcause it's in our countries interest, I suppose it's cool that in real life these fuckwits probably would not think twice about taking a life for the powers that be.
And all this in the comfort of our own local Odeon. When companies and governments collide, we suffer in the end.
Monday, 29 December 2008
The State Lottery
It makes me laugh when people rush out to buy lottery tickets whenever there's a rollover on.
As if they wouldn't be happy with a regular jackpot of 2 or 3 million.
As if they wouldn't be happy with a regular jackpot of 2 or 3 million.
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Fuck The Border
One of the very worst things about my job (and, I suspect, most of the jobs involving handling the public) is the fact that the customer is always right.
A couple of nights ago, I had a guy on my bus who spoke little to no English who was asking me a question I could not understand. Basically he wanted to go to a place I was sure was located on another route (in fact, the other route to Leigh) and communicating this to him proved very difficult. Eventually, he made his was back into the station, probably with no better idea of what was going on. Not an ideal situation.
As I reversed off, one of the older passengers decided to proclaim, loudly, that the guy should not have been "in this fucking country" as he couldn't speak the lingo. As a representative of my company, the most diplomatic answer I could think of was "I think that's a bit harsh..." (long silence) "...maybe he's on holiday?"
"What, in fucking Warrington?"
Another passenger joins in. "He could be seeing his family!"
"Well if he's seeing his family, that means there's even more fucking foreigners here!"
I decided to keep quiet. Old misguided fools won't open their fucking minds probably ever, nevermind as the result of a mere bus driver's rage. In this case, speaking out wasn't worth my job. A real bollock blow to me was that the angle I was forced to come from probably sounded like I actually thought it's okay for the guy to be here, but only on the basis he's on holiday.
The customer is always right, but mostly he's a fucking idiot.
A couple of nights ago, I had a guy on my bus who spoke little to no English who was asking me a question I could not understand. Basically he wanted to go to a place I was sure was located on another route (in fact, the other route to Leigh) and communicating this to him proved very difficult. Eventually, he made his was back into the station, probably with no better idea of what was going on. Not an ideal situation.
As I reversed off, one of the older passengers decided to proclaim, loudly, that the guy should not have been "in this fucking country" as he couldn't speak the lingo. As a representative of my company, the most diplomatic answer I could think of was "I think that's a bit harsh..." (long silence) "...maybe he's on holiday?"
"What, in fucking Warrington?"
Another passenger joins in. "He could be seeing his family!"
"Well if he's seeing his family, that means there's even more fucking foreigners here!"
I decided to keep quiet. Old misguided fools won't open their fucking minds probably ever, nevermind as the result of a mere bus driver's rage. In this case, speaking out wasn't worth my job. A real bollock blow to me was that the angle I was forced to come from probably sounded like I actually thought it's okay for the guy to be here, but only on the basis he's on holiday.
The customer is always right, but mostly he's a fucking idiot.
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