The saga that is car

Leaving home my rear brakes seized. Lucky I was still on the drive as I'd be sitting on a cloud otherwise. Bought new rear brakes. Mick helped fit same, with lots of bickering. Then he insulted my neighbour - or rather he didn't, but you have to know his sense of humour.

Car to garage - now a daily trip - lots of shaking of heads, result of which is that car is booked for another full MOT test on Thursday: which it will fail as the brakes are not legal *cheesy grin* Around and around we go. Horses are cheaper, and you can stroke them.

How fed up am I?

How fed up do I sound. FUCK!

On the bright side, we have a gig on Thursday, which should keep our half dozen fans happy.

Rows

The first row you have in any relationship is shocking. Lucky it is that the older I get the more tolerant I become. In years gone by I've literally not spoken with 'arguees' ;) for months. Nowadays I'm copacetically chilled most of the time, and don't really give a fuck ... even if they are out of order.

Just saying. ;)

stop press *** Car fails again

My car - I love her, but all cars are a pain in the arse when they don't perform - has failed the MOT emission test yet again. Also, one headlight is no good :(

*HOWL*

I was advised that I had to 'take the car for a burn up and then arrive at the testing station'. I did, and alas, no good. Now I need to get a 'lambda unit' along with a 22mm spanner. The Lambda unit attaches to the exhaust pipe and then the engine, and does something useful, no doubt.

So. Re-test on monday. Whoopsy doo.

Harry Potter and the media driven madness

Sadness. :(

It's nearly time for the end. The final instalment of the Harry Potter franchise (franchise? huh? wtf?) is in the shops on the 21st - many staying open late to sate the neediness of fans. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is the seventh book which is obliged to tie a whole bunch of loose ends together ... or else.

Daniel Radcliffe has signed to play Harry in the last two films for a supposed £25 million, and JK Rowling is apparently the richest woman on the planet, and worth more than the Queen.

Can you say insanity?

Off one's face

Part of the reason I originally moved down to the coast was to avoid membership dues to the 'getting off one's face' trap. So it was with trepidation (yeah right) that I got the call and rushed for the train (Whoopee!!!).

Mental salivation is just as good as physical in my opinion, though on the way up I much doubt anybody watching me would have known, and on the way back I could have cared less.

One thing I have missed is the eye candy (paragraph two equally valid here, too). Not that I knew it until I realised it was lashing down with rain. Normally, when I'm in central London, I walk. But the rain made it impossible - so I got the tube. People watching is the only pastime for brief tube travel, and lawks-a-lawdy there were some fine specimens of mankind to watch. ;)

I knew there was something I was missing!

Finally I make it from the parochial coast to the urbane dealers pad ... and much fun was had by all.