Saturday, 20 August 2011
Effing typical!!!!!
I knew it ......... I DID NOT HAVE TO TAKE MY SHOES OFF!!!!
Friday, 19 August 2011
Trauma!!!
Well, tomorrow we are off on hols, we are all checked in, so just the packing left to do and then the trauma of negotiating airport security!
Now, I don't have issues with flying, I just find it VERY boring.............there are many more, more productive things I could be doing, rather than stuck in a ling metal tube with screaming children. The sooner we can teleport the better, but until then, if you want to go anywhere further than Europe, realistically you have to fly.
This then means the trauma of airport security. All I can say is that it is lucky that the 9/11 hijackers died at the time, as I would cheerfully kill 'em myself for subjecting us to the trauma we have to now go through. Unfortunately it is made much worse by the small people who have been given a little power, which they can now weld with that big stick called 'security' and they have the ultimate weapon...........you don't do as I say, then you can't fly!!!!
The one that really bugs me is the take off your shoes. Now if this rule was applied to everyone, fair go, but it isn't. Basically it is me and my mother...............it is obviously genetic - she is the 60+ terrorist grandmother, and I am the 30+ (ok I am closer to 40, but I am not putting -40) terrorist, who probably has higher security clearance than the fascist who is telling me to take off my shoes!!!!!!!
AND HAVE BAA NEVER HEARD OF CLEANING THEIR FLOORS??????
Well tomorrow I am going to beat them..............I have got some of the shoe cover things that SOCO use, so when they tell me that I have to take off my shoes, I can at least keep my socks clean! You wait, I won't have to take my bloody shoes off tomorrow, you'll see!
Now, I don't have issues with flying, I just find it VERY boring.............there are many more, more productive things I could be doing, rather than stuck in a ling metal tube with screaming children. The sooner we can teleport the better, but until then, if you want to go anywhere further than Europe, realistically you have to fly.
This then means the trauma of airport security. All I can say is that it is lucky that the 9/11 hijackers died at the time, as I would cheerfully kill 'em myself for subjecting us to the trauma we have to now go through. Unfortunately it is made much worse by the small people who have been given a little power, which they can now weld with that big stick called 'security' and they have the ultimate weapon...........you don't do as I say, then you can't fly!!!!
The one that really bugs me is the take off your shoes. Now if this rule was applied to everyone, fair go, but it isn't. Basically it is me and my mother...............it is obviously genetic - she is the 60+ terrorist grandmother, and I am the 30+ (ok I am closer to 40, but I am not putting -40) terrorist, who probably has higher security clearance than the fascist who is telling me to take off my shoes!!!!!!!
AND HAVE BAA NEVER HEARD OF CLEANING THEIR FLOORS??????
Well tomorrow I am going to beat them..............I have got some of the shoe cover things that SOCO use, so when they tell me that I have to take off my shoes, I can at least keep my socks clean! You wait, I won't have to take my bloody shoes off tomorrow, you'll see!
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
It's not fair!!!
Apparently it's not fair that all these little darlings who engaged in a bit of rioting, arson, breaking and entering and theft last week, are now being made to pay for it by being sent to prison!!!!
WTF!!!!! (that's WHAT THE FUCK!!!! just in case you don't get the short hand). Explain to me how it is fair for the people who have lost their homes, businesses and livelihoods, not to mention us the tax payer who have to pick up the bill???
We keep hearing about this is just a product of our broken society, the youth of today have no future. Well, you reap what you so, and this is a product of the Labour Party and their everyone is equal and no-one has to take responsibility and discipline is a dirty word policies!!!!!!!
WTF!!!!! (that's WHAT THE FUCK!!!! just in case you don't get the short hand). Explain to me how it is fair for the people who have lost their homes, businesses and livelihoods, not to mention us the tax payer who have to pick up the bill???
We keep hearing about this is just a product of our broken society, the youth of today have no future. Well, you reap what you so, and this is a product of the Labour Party and their everyone is equal and no-one has to take responsibility and discipline is a dirty word policies!!!!!!!
Saturday, 13 August 2011
What do swans eat??
On Wednesday hubby and I went to Bath for the day. We have been to Bath many times..........it's a pretty city, with plenty to see and do, lots of shopping and nice places to eat. Unfortunately it is also rammed with tourists, but nowhere is perfect!!!
Anyway, cheapie train tickets in hand (£5 each), and the fact the First run the buses in Bath, off we went. We decided to visit Prior Park, a National Trust property on the edge of the city - we're members of the NT, so free entry.
So there we were, sat on the banks of the pond by the palladian bridge, having out picnic lunch watching the swans and I suddenly thought 'what do swans eat?' Bread..............ice creams???
Apparently grass, pond weed, tadpoles and insects!!!!
Friday, 5 August 2011
Hubby is another year older!!
Well it is hubby's birthday today, but he was working we aren't doing anything today. In fact he is on what bus drivers call a 'spread over', which translated into non bus speak, means a split shift, ie he has a gap in the middle. Now actually he is quite lucky, as the way it works at his garage is that the company does not pay them for 40 minutes, which is their meal break, but pays them for anything over the 40 minutes. That means although he can have about 3 hours off in the middle of his shift, apart from 40 minutes, the rest is payed. And he can do what he wants...........do home, go shopping............what ever he wants, how cool is that!!
So, I dragged myself out of bed in time to catch the 09.21 bus to Wycombe, so I could catch the 10.10 bus to Slough to meet hubby when his break started at 10.49 (ish). We then went for a coffee and then I took him to lunch. We really pushed the boat out and did pizza huts all you can eat buffet for £6.95 per person........................well his choice, he likes pizza and we couldn't really go to a pub as he had to go back to work!!!
I then caught the 14.10 bus back to Wycombe, to get the 16.05 bus home. For some strange reason we don't have a bus to the village around 3pm.............I am sure Arriva have a reason for this, other that customer inconvenience, and we can't even blame the cuts in council funding to bus companies, as we had this strange gap prior to the cuts.
Anyway it allowed me to pop into Tesco to get hubby a cake, as he announced over lunch he wanted one. Then I got to see the air ambulance land, just behind the bus on the way home as the road was blocked with an IRTC (that's injury road traffic collision in plain speak!)
I should also point out that it was exactly a year ago that hubby got his licence back from the DVLA with his provisional bus entitlement on it allowing him to embark on his new career!!!
So, I dragged myself out of bed in time to catch the 09.21 bus to Wycombe, so I could catch the 10.10 bus to Slough to meet hubby when his break started at 10.49 (ish). We then went for a coffee and then I took him to lunch. We really pushed the boat out and did pizza huts all you can eat buffet for £6.95 per person........................well his choice, he likes pizza and we couldn't really go to a pub as he had to go back to work!!!
I then caught the 14.10 bus back to Wycombe, to get the 16.05 bus home. For some strange reason we don't have a bus to the village around 3pm.............I am sure Arriva have a reason for this, other that customer inconvenience, and we can't even blame the cuts in council funding to bus companies, as we had this strange gap prior to the cuts.
Anyway it allowed me to pop into Tesco to get hubby a cake, as he announced over lunch he wanted one. Then I got to see the air ambulance land, just behind the bus on the way home as the road was blocked with an IRTC (that's injury road traffic collision in plain speak!)
I should also point out that it was exactly a year ago that hubby got his licence back from the DVLA with his provisional bus entitlement on it allowing him to embark on his new career!!!
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