Thanks to ScaryDuck for the alert. I hadn't realised this had happened (at last).
This could possibly be the second best headline ever...??
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Monday, August 01, 2005
Some Advice Please...?
Last Thursday, I think, there was a knock at the door. It was a wee laddie with his bike.
"Aye?" I says.
"Sorry tae bother ye Mister, but huv' ye goat a pump fur ma' bike..?" he says with a broad Edinburgh accent.
"Aye, I do! Here, I'll give you a hand."
So I go out, and his front tyre was nearly flat. I take my handily placed bicycle pump and proceed to reinflate his tyre. He was just a wee laddie, ginger hair and quite inquisitive. And really polite.
As I'm pumping the tyre up, he apologises - "Ah'm sorry fur comin' tae yer door, mister", to which I can only say "It's no bother". Well, it's not often you see such politeness from one so young.
So, bike back in order, he's off into the distance with the friendly advice - "Keep an eye on that tyre, it might have a slow puncture..." ringing in the late afternoon air.
At this point, I thought that'd be the end of it. I'd done my good deed for the day.
Couple of days later (Saturday), we're due a delivery of 2 tonnes of stone-chips for the garden, and they duly arrive in the morning. The Wife has arranged the borrowing of a 'borrow, and she arrives with it in the late afternoon.
So, with the garden all covered by the recommended groundcloth stuff, I proceed to shovel these 2 tonnes of chips, transporting to The Wife in the garden via the aforementioned wheelbarrow.
Halfway through this monumental (or just mental?) task, who should show up?
That's right, the wee ginger lad. With questions.
WGL - "What are ye doin', mister?"
TMBTB - "I'm shovelling these stones into the wheelbarrow, and taking them to the garden"
WGL - "Can I help?"
TMBTB - "Sorry, but no, it's too heavy for a wee laddie like you."
At which, he decides to start filling a pail with these stone-chips, and carry them into the garden. Next thing, The Wife has got him collecting the stones that have fallen on the ground (off my shovel!).
"Good!" I'm thinking. "That'll keep him out of trouble, and out of harm's way."
Even when we adjourned for a break, he still wanted to carry on. We had to tell him we were going for our tea before he took the hint. And off he went.
For a while.
Half an hour later, The Wife and I are back at it again, nearly ¾ done now, and from nowhere, he's back again.
As we're finishing off the job, and packing everything up, I hand him a pound coin. He seems really surprised at this, and grasps it tightly.
As he's cycling off, he says "Thanks for the pound, mister!"
"No bother wee man, you earned it!" I reply.
"OK, I'll see you tomorrow then...."
Me and The Wife were left just looking at each other.
And this morning?
The Wife goes to hang up some washing, and there he is. Again asking questions.
She comes back indoors, where I'm nursing stretched and sore muscles, and says "What are we going to do about him?"
Well, what can we do?
10 minutes later, it's raining and she has to go back out and take the washing back in again. He's still there. Asking questions.
He's everywhere, following our every move!
Fucking hell, we're being stalked by a 7-year-old !
So, my question to you all (or both of you, I've been checking my site stats!) is:-
How can we dissuade this charming, polite, inquisitive yet utterly annoying wee pest from haunting our every footstep, without causing alarm or distress?
"Aye?" I says.
"Sorry tae bother ye Mister, but huv' ye goat a pump fur ma' bike..?" he says with a broad Edinburgh accent.
"Aye, I do! Here, I'll give you a hand."
So I go out, and his front tyre was nearly flat. I take my handily placed bicycle pump and proceed to reinflate his tyre. He was just a wee laddie, ginger hair and quite inquisitive. And really polite.
As I'm pumping the tyre up, he apologises - "Ah'm sorry fur comin' tae yer door, mister", to which I can only say "It's no bother". Well, it's not often you see such politeness from one so young.
So, bike back in order, he's off into the distance with the friendly advice - "Keep an eye on that tyre, it might have a slow puncture..." ringing in the late afternoon air.
At this point, I thought that'd be the end of it. I'd done my good deed for the day.
Couple of days later (Saturday), we're due a delivery of 2 tonnes of stone-chips for the garden, and they duly arrive in the morning. The Wife has arranged the borrowing of a 'borrow, and she arrives with it in the late afternoon.
So, with the garden all covered by the recommended groundcloth stuff, I proceed to shovel these 2 tonnes of chips, transporting to The Wife in the garden via the aforementioned wheelbarrow.
Halfway through this monumental (or just mental?) task, who should show up?
That's right, the wee ginger lad. With questions.
WGL - "What are ye doin', mister?"
TMBTB - "I'm shovelling these stones into the wheelbarrow, and taking them to the garden"
WGL - "Can I help?"
TMBTB - "Sorry, but no, it's too heavy for a wee laddie like you."
At which, he decides to start filling a pail with these stone-chips, and carry them into the garden. Next thing, The Wife has got him collecting the stones that have fallen on the ground (off my shovel!).
"Good!" I'm thinking. "That'll keep him out of trouble, and out of harm's way."
Even when we adjourned for a break, he still wanted to carry on. We had to tell him we were going for our tea before he took the hint. And off he went.
For a while.
Half an hour later, The Wife and I are back at it again, nearly ¾ done now, and from nowhere, he's back again.
As we're finishing off the job, and packing everything up, I hand him a pound coin. He seems really surprised at this, and grasps it tightly.
As he's cycling off, he says "Thanks for the pound, mister!"
"No bother wee man, you earned it!" I reply.
"OK, I'll see you tomorrow then...."
Me and The Wife were left just looking at each other.
And this morning?
The Wife goes to hang up some washing, and there he is. Again asking questions.
She comes back indoors, where I'm nursing stretched and sore muscles, and says "What are we going to do about him?"
Well, what can we do?
10 minutes later, it's raining and she has to go back out and take the washing back in again. He's still there. Asking questions.
He's everywhere, following our every move!
Fucking hell, we're being stalked by a 7-year-old !
So, my question to you all (or both of you, I've been checking my site stats!) is:-
How can we dissuade this charming, polite, inquisitive yet utterly annoying wee pest from haunting our every footstep, without causing alarm or distress?
Saturday, July 30, 2005
At Last....Normality resumes...
Well, after a long, long summer of sport, including Sir Clive's disastrous 'English' Lions Tour of New Zealand, the collapse of Henman Hill (and subsequent rebuild into Muray Mound (WTF?)), along with Golf's wonderful, yet utterly predictable Open Championship at St. Andrews, the legend of Lance Armstrong winning 7-Tour-De's-in-a-row then quitting at the top, to England's dashed hopes after winning a few 20/20 matches aaginst Australia which had them triumphantly parading The Ashes before a ball was thrown in anger, it's time at last to welcome real sport back onto the daily calendar.
Welcome back the SPL!
Welcome back the SPL!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Did You Miss Me?
Ach, I'm back....sort of...
Decided to take a rest from 'blogging, as I can't be arsed to be honest! Content recently has been a bit pish, and I haven't really been visiting the Blogosphere to catch up with things either.
Been reading a lot of these Internet Message Boards though, and there is some quality funnies to be found. Here's one someone else prepared earlier....(credits to 'AMW-r1ckw', whoever he is!)
"Hello, and welcome to the mental health hotline....
If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5 and 6.
If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship.
If you have amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, telephone number, date of birth, credit card number and your mother's maiden name.
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9 If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you are manic-depressive, it does not matter which number you press; no one will answer.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want.. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.
If you have low self-esteem, please hang up. All of our operators are too busy to talk to you."
Now I could have done a wee diatribe about the futility of these damnable automated answering services, and how bloody annoying they are, and how the easy way to actually get to speak to someone real is to wait until all the options are read out and the call gets diverted to the one person who's actually really there....but I won't.
I'll try to be back soon.
Decided to take a rest from 'blogging, as I can't be arsed to be honest! Content recently has been a bit pish, and I haven't really been visiting the Blogosphere to catch up with things either.
Been reading a lot of these Internet Message Boards though, and there is some quality funnies to be found. Here's one someone else prepared earlier....(credits to 'AMW-r1ckw', whoever he is!)
"Hello, and welcome to the mental health hotline....
If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5 and 6.
If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship.
If you have amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, telephone number, date of birth, credit card number and your mother's maiden name.
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9 If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you are manic-depressive, it does not matter which number you press; no one will answer.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press.
If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want.. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.
If you have low self-esteem, please hang up. All of our operators are too busy to talk to you."
Now I could have done a wee diatribe about the futility of these damnable automated answering services, and how bloody annoying they are, and how the easy way to actually get to speak to someone real is to wait until all the options are read out and the call gets diverted to the one person who's actually really there....but I won't.
I'll try to be back soon.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Coming Home...
I had considered writing something about the happenings in London yesterday, but I really can't think of the right thing to say. So, I'll concentrate on things closer to home for me.
Well, The Wife is on her way back from Glenrothes today, in fact she'll be back in less than 2 hours.
The sight of various nefarious types conducting running battles through the sleepy, timid streets of an early morning Auchterarder reminded me of the rioters in Belfast at the heights of the troubles there.
Reports of injured policemen taken to hospital, only for the protesters to follow and attempt to disrupt their treatment!
These people are not protestors (nor anarchists) at all. They're just idiotic wee students, fooled into believing they are on some ort of crusade.
One guy, on camera, complaining about getting a truncheoning (?) after getting too close to the perimiter fence at Gleneagles was asked by a journalist "Sir, why were you standing so close to the fence?" to which truncheonee says "I..I..I was trying to make my voice heard!".
Journo then says "Well, you have a TV camera there, now's your chance. Make it heard".
All he could say was "Look what they did to me!"
Idiot. A true campaigner or protestor would have had a here's-one-I-prepared-earlier diatribe against western capitalism and the war in Iraq.
Anyway must dash, time to wash the dishes and hoover the floor, and weed the garden, and do all those things I said I would do when she was away...
Well, The Wife is on her way back from Glenrothes today, in fact she'll be back in less than 2 hours.
The sight of various nefarious types conducting running battles through the sleepy, timid streets of an early morning Auchterarder reminded me of the rioters in Belfast at the heights of the troubles there.
Reports of injured policemen taken to hospital, only for the protesters to follow and attempt to disrupt their treatment!
These people are not protestors (nor anarchists) at all. They're just idiotic wee students, fooled into believing they are on some ort of crusade.
One guy, on camera, complaining about getting a truncheoning (?) after getting too close to the perimiter fence at Gleneagles was asked by a journalist "Sir, why were you standing so close to the fence?" to which truncheonee says "I..I..I was trying to make my voice heard!".
Journo then says "Well, you have a TV camera there, now's your chance. Make it heard".
All he could say was "Look what they did to me!"
Idiot. A true campaigner or protestor would have had a here's-one-I-prepared-earlier diatribe against western capitalism and the war in Iraq.
Anyway must dash, time to wash the dishes and hoover the floor, and weed the garden, and do all those things I said I would do when she was away...
Monday, July 04, 2005
Live 8
Spent most of yesterday (and some of today) watching the coverage of Live 8 concerts, from all over the world.
Was watching out for specific artists of course - Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, Deep Purple, The Who and Pink Floyd uppermost in my viewing schedule.
One thing I realised after the event, was how the older rockers managed to put on such a great show, with all the above showing real Rock Star qualities - something that the younger, up and coming bands need to learn from. A lot.
Bands like Coldplay and Travis came across as shoe-gazing scruffy students, dull and introspective. I mean, come on! Where's the fucking SHOW?
Christ, I could just sit at home and play your CDs with the EQ all fucked up, through some really crappy speakers to get the same fucking effect...!
Got to admit, Robbie Williams does put on a good show. He's a rock god in the waiting, that boy...if only he'd cut out the sentimental shite ballads, he'd be up there with Rob Halford and Bon Scott as a frontman.
So, I was well impressed with Motley Crue in Toronto - they just came out and rocked the place, but just older and a bit fatter! Encouraging to see Mick Mars actually walking about on stage! By the accounts in "The Dirt" I half expected him to get wheeled about in a wheelchair or something...
Bon Jovi just were! A band born for the big stage.
Def Leppard put in an unsurprisingly American performance, complete with dodgy lead vocals. No surprise there, but at least they did act like Rock Stars!
Deep Purple were brilliant too - even without Ritchie and Jon, and even though both Ian Paice and Ian Gillan look as if they are 70! A cracking dose of classic rock!
The surprise of the day (for me) was The Who..
I've never really been much of a fan of theirs, and I only know a few of their songs. Yet they really put on a good show, an ageing but still lively burst of strained and stretched guitar and vocals, all fitting in well with their unmentioned backing band members.
Pink Floyd, while not being my type of thing, seems to have stolen the show.
(Not really that hard to do I suppose with only a surprisingly sweary (!) Madonna and the aforementioned Robbie Williams even coming close.)
Good to see the Floyd band members all getting on so well together after all the acrimony and backstabbing over the last god-knows-how-long!
Biggest Disappointment? - Velvet Revolver. Came across as true Rock Stars, but failed to deliver musically. In my opinion, they should ditch the dodgy singer, write some great rock songs, and get back on the drink and drugs...
(A bit of credit is due to the Stereophonics, who at least tried to wake the London crowd up early doors. Showed a bit of promise, and a fair bit of Rock Star quality.)
One last thing - Watch the re-runs of all the concerts on US AOL and UK AOL. At least there is none of that infuriating Jonathon Woss, and that utterly vacuous bint off of TOTP...Fern Cotton is it?
Was watching out for specific artists of course - Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, Deep Purple, The Who and Pink Floyd uppermost in my viewing schedule.
One thing I realised after the event, was how the older rockers managed to put on such a great show, with all the above showing real Rock Star qualities - something that the younger, up and coming bands need to learn from. A lot.
Bands like Coldplay and Travis came across as shoe-gazing scruffy students, dull and introspective. I mean, come on! Where's the fucking SHOW?
Christ, I could just sit at home and play your CDs with the EQ all fucked up, through some really crappy speakers to get the same fucking effect...!
Got to admit, Robbie Williams does put on a good show. He's a rock god in the waiting, that boy...if only he'd cut out the sentimental shite ballads, he'd be up there with Rob Halford and Bon Scott as a frontman.
So, I was well impressed with Motley Crue in Toronto - they just came out and rocked the place, but just older and a bit fatter! Encouraging to see Mick Mars actually walking about on stage! By the accounts in "The Dirt" I half expected him to get wheeled about in a wheelchair or something...
Bon Jovi just were! A band born for the big stage.
Def Leppard put in an unsurprisingly American performance, complete with dodgy lead vocals. No surprise there, but at least they did act like Rock Stars!
Deep Purple were brilliant too - even without Ritchie and Jon, and even though both Ian Paice and Ian Gillan look as if they are 70! A cracking dose of classic rock!
The surprise of the day (for me) was The Who..
I've never really been much of a fan of theirs, and I only know a few of their songs. Yet they really put on a good show, an ageing but still lively burst of strained and stretched guitar and vocals, all fitting in well with their unmentioned backing band members.
Pink Floyd, while not being my type of thing, seems to have stolen the show.
(Not really that hard to do I suppose with only a surprisingly sweary (!) Madonna and the aforementioned Robbie Williams even coming close.)
Good to see the Floyd band members all getting on so well together after all the acrimony and backstabbing over the last god-knows-how-long!
Biggest Disappointment? - Velvet Revolver. Came across as true Rock Stars, but failed to deliver musically. In my opinion, they should ditch the dodgy singer, write some great rock songs, and get back on the drink and drugs...
(A bit of credit is due to the Stereophonics, who at least tried to wake the London crowd up early doors. Showed a bit of promise, and a fair bit of Rock Star quality.)
One last thing - Watch the re-runs of all the concerts on US AOL and UK AOL. At least there is none of that infuriating Jonathon Woss, and that utterly vacuous bint off of TOTP...Fern Cotton is it?
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Lazy, Bored, - Damn Summertime...
Well, been a bit indolent here recently, so a wee update for you all!
The Wife is away (since Sunday) at this G8 conference, working in the nerve centre in Glenrothes as part of the S-PICC team. She's expecting to be a bit busy over the weekend! She even got her fizzog on the telly on Tuesday - they were doing a news piece about the S-PICC and there she was, bending over a table with some coppers!
Unfortunately, I'd recorded it on VHS, but hadn't checked to see if the VCR was connected properly since the house-flitting, and ended up with a recording of a black screen instead. Bloody technology!
As soon as she went off on Sunday, I was straight onto Crucial.com to order a RAM upgrade for my PC. Good thing she left her credit card behind!
Two days later, package arrives and I'm digging in the back of the computer installing the new RAM. Now the PC is running like a dream, fast as f...er,...a fast thing indeed! It's like getting a new PC (but for just £35). Should've done it ages ago!
Wednesday was my fortnightly trip on the bone-rattler through to Wick for to sign-on. Uneventful as usual, except for the journey back. A couple of tourists (husband and wife I presume) sat behind me on the bus and he was giving her a running commentary all the way, just spouting random rubbish about the countryside. I'll give you a wee rundown of some of the pish he was talking:-
1 - "It's quite gentle scenery up here, lots of rolling hills and fresh pastures, isn't it darling?", to which she replies "Yes, dear.."
Aye, that's 'cos the wind has flattened everything in its path.
2 - "The cows and the sheep seem quite happy to share pastures with each other, don't they?" - "Yes, dear..."
What, like you'd expect them to be fighting for territory?
3 - "There's Georgemas Junction over there, I wonder how it got its name? It's like Christmas, but with George instead..." - "Yes, dear..."
Dear God, what next?
4 - "And now we're going to Halkirk, it's like Falkirk, but with an 'H'.." - "Yes, dear.."
And now I am physically laughing out loud!
All in all, a worthwhile journey!
The Wife is away (since Sunday) at this G8 conference, working in the nerve centre in Glenrothes as part of the S-PICC team. She's expecting to be a bit busy over the weekend! She even got her fizzog on the telly on Tuesday - they were doing a news piece about the S-PICC and there she was, bending over a table with some coppers!
Unfortunately, I'd recorded it on VHS, but hadn't checked to see if the VCR was connected properly since the house-flitting, and ended up with a recording of a black screen instead. Bloody technology!
As soon as she went off on Sunday, I was straight onto Crucial.com to order a RAM upgrade for my PC. Good thing she left her credit card behind!
Two days later, package arrives and I'm digging in the back of the computer installing the new RAM. Now the PC is running like a dream, fast as f...er,...a fast thing indeed! It's like getting a new PC (but for just £35). Should've done it ages ago!
Wednesday was my fortnightly trip on the bone-rattler through to Wick for to sign-on. Uneventful as usual, except for the journey back. A couple of tourists (husband and wife I presume) sat behind me on the bus and he was giving her a running commentary all the way, just spouting random rubbish about the countryside. I'll give you a wee rundown of some of the pish he was talking:-
1 - "It's quite gentle scenery up here, lots of rolling hills and fresh pastures, isn't it darling?", to which she replies "Yes, dear.."
Aye, that's 'cos the wind has flattened everything in its path.
2 - "The cows and the sheep seem quite happy to share pastures with each other, don't they?" - "Yes, dear..."
What, like you'd expect them to be fighting for territory?
3 - "There's Georgemas Junction over there, I wonder how it got its name? It's like Christmas, but with George instead..." - "Yes, dear..."
Dear God, what next?
4 - "And now we're going to Halkirk, it's like Falkirk, but with an 'H'.." - "Yes, dear.."
And now I am physically laughing out loud!
All in all, a worthwhile journey!
Friday, June 24, 2005
Wimbles of Wombleton...
Well, I thought of commenting on the disastrous (their words, not mine) exit yesterday of the mighty Timmy from Wimbledon.
But then I came across Birdy's chirp on the same subject, and as I couldn't possibly do better, I've decided to link to it instead.
Click here to read it!
But then I came across Birdy's chirp on the same subject, and as I couldn't possibly do better, I've decided to link to it instead.
Click here to read it!
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
I Spk Txt Lk A Ntve...
Struggling for 'blog-content recently, so should apologise for this. Sorry. I'm sure that both of you will forgive me a wee rest.
However, BBC News brings THIS to my attention! (Professor, don't click the link! It'll make you angry!)
It's true that in today's world, with the worldwide wundaweb and the popularity of mobile 'phones set to rise exponentially, we are becoming more and more acceptant of the basdardisation of the English language, by people who are basically ignorant of its basic rules. (I include myself in there somewhere too, before the cry goes up! I know I use too many "..."s!)
When reading most of the many message boards, forums and websites that I visit, I am continually amazed at what I class as other people's stupidity.
How can someone not know how to spell "definately", or how another can "loose the game", or "go too the cinema"?
How many times must I read "LOL", "AFAIK" or "IIRC" and all the rest of the wonderful Txt Spk?
(My favourite is "ROTFLMFAO"! Let's face it, no one really is rolling on the floor, laughing their fucking arse off, are they? Are they???)
But, what can we do? How can the ordinary bloke in the street encourage the ignorant and the lazy to punctuate properly, or to spell correctly? Simple answer is, we can't.
So, we'd better get used to the idea that the English language is going to change beyond all recognition. I for one am not too happy about it...
However, BBC News brings THIS to my attention! (Professor, don't click the link! It'll make you angry!)
It's true that in today's world, with the worldwide wundaweb and the popularity of mobile 'phones set to rise exponentially, we are becoming more and more acceptant of the basdardisation of the English language, by people who are basically ignorant of its basic rules. (I include myself in there somewhere too, before the cry goes up! I know I use too many "..."s!)
When reading most of the many message boards, forums and websites that I visit, I am continually amazed at what I class as other people's stupidity.
How can someone not know how to spell "definately", or how another can "loose the game", or "go too the cinema"?
How many times must I read "LOL", "AFAIK" or "IIRC" and all the rest of the wonderful Txt Spk?
(My favourite is "ROTFLMFAO"! Let's face it, no one really is rolling on the floor, laughing their fucking arse off, are they? Are they???)
But, what can we do? How can the ordinary bloke in the street encourage the ignorant and the lazy to punctuate properly, or to spell correctly? Simple answer is, we can't.
So, we'd better get used to the idea that the English language is going to change beyond all recognition. I for one am not too happy about it...
Friday, June 10, 2005
UEFA In A Fankle...
The NEWS that UEFA have acceded to overwhelming pressure and allowed Liverpool to enter next season's Champions League (albeit at the 3rd Qualifying Round) has gone down like a lead balloon here at View From The Bar...
It's not that Liverpool don't deserve to defend their trophy - they undoubtedly do - but more the fact that as England now have 5 representatives, the English UEFA Co-Efficient (which affects the next 5 years worth of seedings) will now be unfairly advantaged.
I can imagine that the Spanish FA are particulary beelan' at this decision after Zaragoza were forced out of the Champions League a few seasons ago.
Interesting to note that Liverpool could easily come up against another English team in the final Qualifying Round, thus leaving only 4 English teams in the league section proper.
(Presuming they all qualify!)
What are the odds of that happening?
It's not that Liverpool don't deserve to defend their trophy - they undoubtedly do - but more the fact that as England now have 5 representatives, the English UEFA Co-Efficient (which affects the next 5 years worth of seedings) will now be unfairly advantaged.
I can imagine that the Spanish FA are particulary beelan' at this decision after Zaragoza were forced out of the Champions League a few seasons ago.
Interesting to note that Liverpool could easily come up against another English team in the final Qualifying Round, thus leaving only 4 English teams in the league section proper.
(Presuming they all qualify!)
What are the odds of that happening?
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Pay As You Go...?
So, Alastair Darling announces plans to charge drivers £1.34 per mile to use our motorways?
Who on earth ever thought this would be a good idea? Was this put to a referendum, so we could voice our concerns? Nope. Nada. Nicht.
Whatever happened to Democracy?
The only saving grace (for me) is that roads up here in the Highlands of Sunny Scotland are liable to be rated at about 2 pence per mile. Not that it bothers me as I don't drive (but The Wife does...)
The more I think about it, the more I reckon it's all a con by the Government.
1. Tell everyone that it'll cost £1.34 per mile.
2. After everyone uniformally complains, Mr Darling then announces "Major Reform" of his PaYG plan, and changes the prices to 40 pence a mile.
3. Everyone breathes a collective sigh of relief - "Whew, we showed them there, didn't we" - meanwhile, the Transport Secretary is laughing up his sleeve at getting his evil, nefarious plan through the statute books.
It's so not right that I would even consider saying that it's wrong....
Who on earth ever thought this would be a good idea? Was this put to a referendum, so we could voice our concerns? Nope. Nada. Nicht.
Whatever happened to Democracy?
The only saving grace (for me) is that roads up here in the Highlands of Sunny Scotland are liable to be rated at about 2 pence per mile. Not that it bothers me as I don't drive (but The Wife does...)
The more I think about it, the more I reckon it's all a con by the Government.
1. Tell everyone that it'll cost £1.34 per mile.
2. After everyone uniformally complains, Mr Darling then announces "Major Reform" of his PaYG plan, and changes the prices to 40 pence a mile.
3. Everyone breathes a collective sigh of relief - "Whew, we showed them there, didn't we" - meanwhile, the Transport Secretary is laughing up his sleeve at getting his evil, nefarious plan through the statute books.
It's so not right that I would even consider saying that it's wrong....
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