Monday, 30 December 2013

Christmas Misunderstandings

It could be the Christmas drinking, it could be tiredness from too many late nights or it could be just one of those things.....

I said to daughter-blog, "I'll get myself a beer."

She heard, "I'll be celibate."


Sunday, 29 December 2013

Blog Christmas 3

Conversation in the Blog house this morning...

"Lovely, the sun is shining!" (Mrs Blog)

"Where?" (Daughter-Blog aged 22)

"In the sky!" Mr Blog

Friday, 27 December 2013

Blog Christmas 2

On Christmas Eve, Daughter-Blog and I had both been put in charge of cooking the Christmas ham. Mrs Blog had already popped it in the oven so all that was needed was to

  • Take it out of the oven at the right time
  • Stud the ham with cloves 
  • Score the skin
  • finish it off
  • ...and remove the plastic wrapping that it had been cooked in.

Thursday, 26 December 2013

Blog Christmas 1

Christmas this year in the Blog household was the usual affair with one or two exceptions it went pretty well.

Christmas evening and the Blogs were sitting down ready to watch whatever exciting programmes or films the TV companies had prepared and discovered there was nothing on. Not to be put off we had Plan B - Talk Talk TV with "on demand" programmes and films. Switching to the requisite channel we then checked out the TV guide for something to watch. White Christmas? Harvey? Something Christmassy? Nope - none of them are available, whilst you can watch on demand you can only watch what the TV companies let you watch and that turned out to be nearly nothing! 

The only programme we could watch on demand was repeated episodes of "Come Dine With Me"! Merry christmas Talk Talk!

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Attempted Patricide

Stayed with son-Blog in St Andrews last night.

He offered to cook an omelette for breakfast for the two us. Into it went salami, cheese and, according to him, eggs. Whatever the constituents, it did not result in anything that looked like an omelette.After a timely intervention by the World Health Organisation, I opted for toast.

I can only conclude that despite my devoted paternal ministrations I am a marked man!

Thursday, 21 November 2013

Hot head

Swiss nephew-blog Ben (See Cooker problems) has done it again. Now aged three he has developed a decent vocabulary and is not afraid to use it.

Seemingly he was out with his parents visiting friends. The friends are a couple, the husband is losing his hair. The hair loss has manifest itself in a bald head, save for a shock of hair at the front, giving a tonsure style.

When left alone with the husband Ben earnestly asked "Have you set fire to your head? Is that why you haven't got any hair?"

Puzzled, said friend relayed the exchange to Swiss-sister-blog who, after a few seconds realised what was going on.

"Ben was watching Home Alone this afternoon!"


Sunday, 10 November 2013

Shakespearean Speech Recognition

As the proud owner of a  Windows 8 operating system, I have been exploring the features it offers. One of them is speech recognition. It has caused a few issues.

In frustration this morning I dictated "Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears! I come to bury Caesar not to praise him." etc.

It appeared as

"Graham’s brother and a woman named me that the runs were warnings went and knowlton’s our accounts that receives a lot Leeson the ball bounced wearing blue names are the names and generates the backbone so that we meet season with the room"

Back to more mundane technology.

Saturday, 9 November 2013

More Vodafone nonsense!

Vodafone have featured more than any other business in the pages of this blog and are continuing to provide ample scope for maintaining their track record.

TalkTalk have kindly agreed to compensate me for the expense of using my mobile phone while they repaired my land-line. In order to obtain the compensation I need to provide an amount. A piece of cake you would think. "Why not log on to your Vodafone online account and check usage and itemised bills?" I hear you cry?. That is what I spent this morning trying to do.

Vodafone have locked my account. I mis-typed the password twice and they had a security meltdown, mistaking me for a fundamentalist terrorist. I went on to the online chat facility and asked if they could unlock my account.

I waited and waited and was then asked "Are you willing to unlock your account?"

"Yes!" I replied.

"You have not got an online account with Vodafone."

"Yes I do. It is the one that keeps sending me emails with new passwords."

"Oh. What is your username and mobile number?"

I offered them.

"You have not got an online account. Please register by using this link."

I clicked and went through the process. It asked for my account number. I searched past emails and found nothing to help. After fiddling about I saw that they could text me the account number. I texted and they texted right back telling me they also needed my post code. Why they could not tell me first time....

I texted again and they texted right back with my account number. Joy!

I entered my account number and opened the section marked "itemised bills" at last I would have the info for TalkTalk....

"Sorry this section of the website is under repair."

Off to find the Scotch.


Saturday, 26 October 2013

Having a bad day?

My thanks to a fellow member on Linked In for bringing this to my attention.

A horse stuck in a gate having a bad day, made worse by a cow laughing in the background....






Saturday, 12 October 2013

Vodafone's Revenge

It is not clear to me why, but Vodafone have me in their sights. Not in a positive way; they are not really after my custom. They have started what I believe is a campaign to make me realise that I have no friends; it is their "billy-no-mates" campaign.

They sent me a text this week from their voice mail facility, it read,

"You have no new messages, please dial 121"

It took a few re-reads before I realised it genuinely said "No" new messages. So they wanted me to ring the voice mail number to find out that I had no messages and by default must be a billy-no-mates.

I duly rang, there were no messages, I have no friends.


Thursday, 3 October 2013

Blind as a bat

At 7.30 this morning I managed to break my emergency glasses.

As regulars will know my reading glasses have had a hard time over the years. They have been run over, buried in snow and mangled by a petrol-driven lawn mower. Last week I broke the arm off my reserve glasses ( effectively my second pair) and today left me with no reserves since my emergency glasses were my reserve  reserve pair.

FOr anyone not blighted by failing eyesight spare a thought for those of us who are! How the hell do you find a pair of reading glasses when you can't read the labels on anything?

Nonetheless by trial and error and twenty minutes of dedication in W H Smiths I solved the problem. Otherwise I might still be wandering around City airport because I had convinced myself that I was flying home from there and without the new emergency-reserve-reserve glasses I would have missed the detail that said I should have been at Heathrow!!

Saturday, 28 September 2013

Dongle Disaster 2

Having decided I needed a dongle I have not been easily put off by the troubles outlined in "Dongle Disaster".

Last week I finally managed to buy a dongle and get it working. That does not mean it was without issues - thanks to Windows 8 it took forty minutes to get the thing to work. Having learned my lesson at the hands of phones 4 U I did not leave the Vodafone shop until it was doing what it should.


Start of grumpy rant against Microsoft Windows 8

For anyone unfamiliar with Windows 8, let me help. It is an operating system - Microsoft's latest but definitely not best. It has hidden menus which means that if your cursor does not hover over the right place on the screen you will never find them. I found this out when I tried to switch my laptop off for the first time. Gone is the "start" button which you click and then select "shut down"; enter the hidden menu for settings, this in turn hides the "power options menu" (which I would have thought related to battery saving) and inside this subterranean menu is the option to shut down. Call me a Luddite but if you have to use a different and now out of date PC to find out how to switch off your brand new laptop something is wrong!

End of grumpy rant against Microsoft Windows 8
Start of grumpy rant against Microsoft Outlook 2013

Twenty minutes after I had left the shop I was in a cafe trying to use my dongle. Good old Microsoft did it again. Outlook 2013 - this time. The dongle worked fine - the green light flashed then went blue and flashed, finally I had a solid blue light and a stable connection. I opened up Outlook 2013 to check on emails. Or rather, I tried to open up Outlook 2013 to read emails. It opened and then promptly told me that it had detected a "metered connection" (Microsoft speak for - we have found the dongle you are paying for and it is working) and that as such it was switching me to work offline!! Thus they rendered my dongle useless unless I overrode the Outlook basic instinct to ruin my life.

Swiss-nephew-blog learned at the age of two how to operate the Apple IPad and he could not speak or read at the time. How do MS get it so wrong?

Start of grumpy rant against Microsoft Outlook 2013

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Colds and milestones

Two messages for this post!

First thanks to all the fans of Drivel and Wisdom, we passed 25,000 hits this week!

Second, Swiss-nephew-blog returns to these pages. (Check out Carrot Mystery, Cooker Problems and More Cooker Problems.Top left on the page is a search facility).

Swiss-nephew-blog is now three and along with his two older sisters suffered a cold two weeks ago. He alerted Swiss-sister-blog to the fact by saying, "I've got a walking nose." She was baffled for a moment or two until she realised he meant a "running nose" but clearly not quite as bad!

Thursday, 12 September 2013

Dongle Disaster

Yesterday I popped into the Vodafone shop to try to buy a Dongle - for the technically challenged - a device which lets me connect my laptop to the internet via a mobile phone signal using a device the size of finger.

"Sold out" they told me.

Deflated I walked through the shopping mall and saw a "phones 4 U" store.

"Do you sell dongles?" I asked.

"Yes, Vodafone, T Mobile etc" said the spotty lad called Mark.(I have avoided stating the obvious about Vodafone)

"Which would you recommend?" I enquired.

"T Mobile, they have the best coverage these days."

£30 lighter I left the shop with my new dongle.

Two hours later sitting in Starbucks (I was looking for a WiFi signal and a good cup of coffee, got one not the other!) the dongle did not work. The dongle not working was why I was in Starbucks using their WiFi to try and sort out T Mobile's dongle problems. Having read all the instructions and registered the device I was nowhere nearer a solution. I returned to the Phones 4 U store.

Mark was still there.

"Hi, I bought this dongle from you and I cannot get it to work."

Mark took the packaging and read the instructions.

"Are you able to get a signal?" he asked.

"Yes, look can you see the green light, according to the instructions that means I have a signal."

"Is ti not connecting then?"

I kept calm and avoided any hint of sarcasm..

"No that is why that light is green. It should turn blue when it connects to the internet."

"Oh. Have you topped it up?"

"No, because you told me that it came with three months free!"

"Oh yeah!"

Eventually using a WiFi signal I showed Mark where I had set up my account on the T Mobile site. It asked for a PIN.

Mark entered the PIN number having chosen the number with "PIN" written next to it. This number was rejected as incorrect.. Mark thought the PUK number might work until I explained what a PUK is for.

The site said it would send me a new PIN so I said "yes please" and it decided not to.

By now Mark was sharing my frustrations. He rang T Mobile who passed him through three different departments and left him none the wiser. I sensed that Mark, spotty youth as he was, was fast becoming a grumpy old man.

"They said that they are sorry and would you like a free £30 top-up?"

"Mmmm. How would I use a top up voucher on a dongle that doesn't work and through a website that won't let me access it?"

"Ah. I see your point."

In the end Phone 4 U agreed to give me my money back, although that did require a clearance from senior people in London first. Still maintaining my calm outlook I asked Mark...

"How do Phones 4 U make any money when you have spend two hours of your time trying to sort out T Mobile's mess and have lost a sale in the process?"

"To be honest, we have nothing but major problems with T Mobile, they are absolutely rubbish!"

I smiled and decided to wish him a pleasant day.


Sunday, 1 September 2013

Another guy lets the side down

The continuation of inept blokes is entirely coincidental.

I was searching curry recipes and saw a thread of posts. One post asked when the lemon juice should be added...this was the first reply,

Depends what you want to achieve. I normally add it to the chicken after I’ve chopped / diced it, or into the pan at the same time as the chicken, but I’ve also tried adding it at the end which can give you an almost sweat/sour effect. Why not try both and let me know which you prefer?

Read more: Is this the BEST Chicken Madras Recipe Ever? http://www.currytastic.com/best-chicken-madras-recipe-ever/#ixzz2deY7eznA

Saturday, 31 August 2013

Some guys let the side down

I received this photo from a friend of Mrs Blog. Apparently the friend asked her husband to  "peel half the potatoes in the bag and put them in the pan"

This was the result

Sunday, 25 August 2013

House Guest

It has been a hectic weekend. Our friends asked us to dog-sit their Cocker-doodle dog (apparently a cross between a Cocker Spaniel and a Poodle) which looks like a miniature sheep.I say a miniature sheep, but it differs in one critical way - you cannot tell which end is which. The Cocker-doodle is called Betty because her owners thought this was an improvement on its original name - Dolly, (clearly not dog-lovers!).
With mixed emotions we handed Betty-blog back to its owners this morning and have been finding dog biscuits all over the house since.


Saturday, 10 August 2013

Eyesight fades with years

Mate Blog-David, aka Dr Computer, was around for a coffee this afternoon. He specialises in fixing PCs and Laptops and has worked resuscitation miracles with Mrs Blog's laptop (which she keeps in the kitchen).

Whilst here he popped his empty coffee cup on the work surface in the kitchen and told me,

"That one is beyond repair!"

"What?!" said I. Then noticed he was looking at the Breville toaster.

Time-keeping

One of Son-Blog's close friends is off to University in Fort William.

As a birthday present Son-Blog bought him a mobile phone. This was a well thought-out present because said mate, who should remain anonymous (so as not upset Daniel's mother), broke his old phone and has struggled to keep in touch with his mates.

This gift allows him to resume contact and phone and text again, which to be fair he is pretty rubbish at, even when he has a functioning phone.Yesterday as he left the house having just received the gift, Son-Blog said, "Remember (anonymous) Daniel, no excuses for not staying in touch!"

"Yep" said anonymous-Daniel.

Two minutes later there was a knock on the front door.

"Hi, I think I left my new phone here!" said anonymous-fail-Daniel.


Friday, 9 August 2013

Misspelling

A short while ago I posted a blog with the following lines in it...
...just a minute or two ago I heard Mrs Blog shout the following

"Bu66er off!"

"Bu66er off or I will kill you!"

"Just bu66er off!!"

She raised her voice and added

"That is it you are going to die!!!"

Given that only myself and Mrs Blog are in the house this evening I was more than a little concerned. Then I remembered that I am three stone heavier, five inches taller and fitter than Mrs Blog. I plucked up the courage to peer into the kitchen (which Mrs Blog loves) and saw her trying to swat a fly.


Only one person spotted the error in the original post (now corrected) which actually read....

Then I remembered that I am three stone heavier, five inches taller and fitter than Mrs Blog. I plucked up the courage to pee into the kitchen (which Mrs Blog loves) and saw her trying to swat a fly.

Oops!

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Mrs Blog is away

Mrs Blog is down South with the Sussex Blogs this week, leaving myself and Son-Blog to fend for ourselves.

All the meals were meticulously planned out for the week ahead by Mrs Blog. There were chicken lattices, fish, black puddings, bacon , bread, eggs you name it crammed into the fridge and freezer. So it was a surprise when I went to the fridge/freezer this morning and found next to nothing in it!

Knowing that I was not the culprit and knowing that Son-Blogs mates have not been around, I figured I should point the finger of blame at Son-Blog.

He 'fessed up straight away, "Yes it was me he said".

"You must have been eating double portions," i said.

"No," he replied defensively, "I eat four-man portions!"





Saturday, 3 August 2013

Been a bit quiet

Not sure if it is the summer or a lack of creative thinking or a lack of things happening in the Blog-world, but there has not been much to blog about lately.

It is so bad that I feel compelled to blog so that regular readers do not give up. All I can think of to write about is that this morning, when I had finished shaving and getting ready, I noticed a spot of white on my forehead. At first I thought it was a newly sprouted hair teasing me about my age but no - it was a spot of toothpaste!

Life can be dull sometimes.

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Near-death experience

Just a minute or two ago I heard Mrs Blog shout the following

"Bu66er off!"

"Bu66er off or I will kill you!"

"Just bu66er off!!"

She raised her voice and added

"That is it you are going to die!!!"

Given that only myself and Mrs Blog are in the house this evening I was more than a little concerned. Then I remembered that I am three stone heavier, five inches taller and fitter than Mrs Blog. I plucked up the courage to peer into the kitchen (which Mrs Blog loves) and saw her trying to swat a fly.

Phew!

Saturday, 20 July 2013

The Muffin Man

Armed with my brand new roller-bag measuring 50 cm by 40 cm by 20 cm in keeping with the new size regulations directive from EasyJet, I was waiting in line for the 18.05 Gatwick to Edinburgh yesterday.An older gentleman was sitting on the row of seats usually occupied by "special assistance" passengers which made me assume he might well be "special", except that "special assistance" passengers are invariably accompanied by a member of staff.

Several minutes after spotting the special man, he wandered off leaving his bag behind. The security alert that should have ensued was averted by the two other people on the "special" seats (who again weren't special) who reassured Malcolm from Easyjet that the guy would be back.

After several minutes the "special" man returned and went to the desk to ask if they had seen his bag. They steered him back to his "special" seat and showed him where it was. Two minutes later he wandered off again. This time the quick-thinking Malcolm set off in hot pursuit. Escape denied to him for a second time, the "special" man sat back down again.

When, after a thirty minute delay, Stelios let his people let us on the aeroplane, I moved forward. There were no "specials" so the special man had to go to the back of the queue. I felt annoyed with myself for the gleeful way that made me feel.

I found my seat after the speedy boarders had got out of the way. Why do they call them "Speedy Boarders" when they are so bloody slow? 15 A - by the window.

After ten minutes or so the rest of the passengers had found their way past the speedy boarders, all except for the special man. He was complaining that EasyJet should number their seats so that he could find his. The steward, pointed him to his seat, right next to mine. I shrank into my seat and moved my book closer to my head to avoid any eye contact.

Special man sat down and immediately leaned over invading my space and said

"Reading a book? Good idea!"

"No!!" I screamed in my head.

Special man then sat himself diagonally in his seat with his left shoulder angled right in front of me. His elbow turned out to be quite bony too. I simply tried to make myself as small as I could.

Twenty minutes into the air special man decided to have a blueberry muffin. The muffin must have been sat somewhere hot all day because when he opened it I nearly choked on the blueberry gas that steamed off it.

Finally we landed at Edinburgh and special man laughed to me and asked

"Why do they all jump up they won't get off any quicker?" as he remained sitting until nearly everyone else was off the plane. He grabbed his bag - with a large address label on it, I memorised his name and address and started plotting a murder.


Friday, 5 July 2013

Thinking differently

I saw this posted on linked in and loved it - hope you do too!

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Graduates

Yesterday daughter-blog graduated from Aberdeen university with an MA Hons far exceeding the qualifications of Mr Blog who has a Cycling Proficiency Badge and a 20m Swimming Certificate.

Whilst drinking Pimms on the lawn afterwards it began to rain. One new graduate decided to shelter herself by holding her mortar board on her head. Sadly, she managed to hold it upside down! In doing so she managed to reverse the value of a piece of headgear by turning it from a shelter from the rain to a means of collecting rainwater.



It makes you wonder if they should introduce a ceremony for removing awards of degrees where the culprit is deemed to have been too thick for their degree after all!?

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Inconvenience

In an earlier post I described the horror of taking the  sleeper (5/9/2012) perhaps more appropriately called the "waker" from Edinburgh to London. That experience should have put me off for good but...I could find no other way to get to London on a Monday morning for a 10.00 meeting in Potters Bar.

The journey down was actually fine. I returned the same day on the 14.00 from Kings Cross, home of the walking-texter. These people walk through a crowded station (or airport, street, any crowded place) head down looking at the screen of their mobile phones while walking along ignoring the the high odds that they will bump into someone. This means those of us who walk without texting have to avoid them!

On the train I found a seat, one of the few unreserved seats,which was opposite the door to the toilet. No ordinary toilet, the makers of trains have decided passengers should play Toilet-Russian-Roulette. This toilet has a button to open the door, the door slides back in a Star Trek fashion while making a noise just like the doors on the USS Enterprise. Once inside you have to push the "close" button and then the "lock" button (assuming that you want some privacy whilst in there).

For three hours I watched nervous passengers overcome their fears and make use of the facilities, all without a hitch except for the occasional person who could not read the "engaged" sign when it was lit up.

My turn came. Reassured by the steady stream of passengers successfully operating the door and lock mechanism, I ventured forth. I pushed the "open" button; it worked. I pushed the "close" button; it worked. I pushed the "lock" button; I thought it had worked. Rather inconveniently I was interrupted by a large grey-haired gentleman who had managed to override the "lock" mechanism.

Now in hiding, I await a knock in the door from Scotland's finest constables ready to cart me away for indecent exposure.


Sunday, 16 June 2013

Time keeping

Travelling back from London on Friday was a challenge. I had a meeting at 3.30 after which I had to be on the 4.32 Victoria to Gatwick train to get an EasyJet flight at 6.25.

Having thought I was on a BA flight rather than an EasyJet I had failed to print off my boarding card in advance. Easyjet would be delighted to charge me £90 for printing one off at the airport but I would not be delighted to pay them. I begged a favour from a stranger at my first meeting and had them print my boarding pass for me.

It got worse when I discovered the venue for my 3.30 meeting was nowhere near where I had thought it was. My only hope was to cut the meeting dead at 4.00 and run like the clappers.

The 3.30 meeting started at 3.37. With no small amount of skill and pride I spoke three times more quickly than usual concluding the meeting with a successful outcome on the dot of 3.59. (It is quite possible that I have developed a reputation as a bit of a loony in the process).

I made it to Victoria Station at 4.23 and bagged a seat on the 4.32 to Littlehampton and Bognor Regis. I began to relax - I would have an hour and ten minutes to get through security at Gatwick and get to the gate.

Strolling through the airport and hurtling from the South terminal to the North on the transit I made my way to the departures gate. I handed my boarding pass over and things went wrong.

"This is for tomorrow night sir!"

"WHAT!?"

I hurried to the EasyJet ticket sales desk to be told they could get me on the flight on Friday for £99.

It took a good ten minutes to get the boarding pass and head back to the departures gate, where a queue had formed.

As I waited I examined my boarding pass. The departure time was showing at 6.10 rather than 6.25. I looked for a clock. 5.46.

As is always the case when you are in a hurry the security teams slow down and someone very stupid in front thinks that they have the time to have chat with the security people as they go.

Naturally I got frisked and had to remove my shoes for separate x-ray attention.

Rather less relaxed than I was on the train I hurtled through the airport to Gate 55E which is about as far from security as you can get. The flight was of course delayed! Till 6.25!!

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

A plague of WIBINI's

Yesterday was total frustration on the road. Nice empty roads to Newcastle and then Edinburgh except for a  plague of Wibinis.

First there was the bus being towed by the pick up truck for four miles. Then the not so smart- smart car for three miles. Turning round at Newcastle found me behind a caravan behind a tanker behind an articulated lorry behind a camper for about thirty miles. Passed that lot in time for a six mile delay behind a tractor.

All of them Wibinis - "what is behind is not important".




Saturday, 8 June 2013

Approval

My approval rating has gone through the roof. Not that I am being approved of.; the increase in my rating is quite sinister.

Mrs Blog often sends me out to our local Sainsburys to get a little shopping. Being technologically aware I have, for some time, being using the self-service check-out.

I know that when I buy alcohol or aspirin (I always seem to buy the two at the same time!), I need to be approved of by a member of staff. This has never been a problem as I am always sober, non-suicidal and wrinkled enough to pass scrutiny.

Today I was buying neither aspirin nor alcohol (despite consuming vast quantities of both in the last 24 hours)  and still needed approval. What for? Firelighters for the barbecue! Bizarrely I do not need approval for the matches!!

Friday, 7 June 2013

Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday

This week Mr Blog was visiting Mum-Blog in Yorkshire.There were a series of forms that needed sorting out so, rather cleverly, he pre-prepared the forms ready for signature.

Sister-Blog (Wife of big-fat-Tom-Blog) spotted one or two errors.

It appears that for at least seventeen years the blog-address-book has held that following inaccuracies,
  • Uncle-Blog's address
  • Brother-Blog's post code
  • Mother-Blog's post code
  • Sister-blog (wife of big-fat-Tom-Blog)'s birthday
There may well be many other inaccuracies which have yet to come to light so please bear with us. If you have been expecting a birthday card, Christmas card or any other felicitation from the blogs and did not receive it - sorry!

Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year (Just in case!)


Sunday, 26 May 2013

At last

It has been a bit quiet lately so sadly there has been little to blog about.

This creative drought has been brought to a welcome end by news from Spain. It appears the Spanish government (who are not renowned for having huge amounts of cash) have sunk $680 m into a project to build several submarines. They have discovered a slight hitch...the submarines will sink. That is, sink and not come back up again! A little like their Armada?


Sunday, 19 May 2013

A weekend to myself

Mrs Blog took her self off to Aberdeen yesterday afternoon to spend some time with daughter-blog (the one with the goggles who cannot throw a stone into the sea).

As she left she told me how nice it would be for me to have the rest of the day to myself to do what ever I wanted. She also  told me that if I could find time she would quote like me to put together a stool she had found in IKEA.

My balloon was burst. Previous encounters with IKEA had prepared me for the task ahead. I waved goodbye to Mrs Blog and retreated to the house with a heavy heart. My whole weekend to myself hinged on being able to assemble the latest purchase -  a metal and plastic stool called Fanghorn (or something like that).

Previous encounters with Bumlard, Wilidik and Oyball had prepared me for what lay ahead.

With screwdriver and spanner set located I set about opening up the packaging. The usual instruction leaflet was there - no words just stupid little pictures that make no bloody sense. As you have probably guessed most of my weekend disappeared in trying to assemble Mrs Blog's Fanghorn Stool.


Saturday, 18 May 2013

Mr Blog goes in to business

Mr Blog has set up a new business. It aims to tell the Life Insurance world what is wrong with it and what it needs to do to put things right. Given the state of Life Insurance companies  there should be no shortage of work and money into Mr Blog's coffers.

As part of the marketing effort for my new business I wrote a letter to the UK managing director of Prudential, whom I know from my time working there.

My letter said,

"Dear Barry,

Trust you are well. The first quarter has been challenging for the market in the UK. I have some thoughts on how it is going to develop and would welcome the opportunity of a short meeting to share them with you.

In the first instance I can send you a synopsis of the meeting but would need an email address to so.

Kind regards etc"

Given that Prudential reported an 18% fall in business in their major product line in Q1 after  I sent my letter I was confident he would be impressed with my insights!

I received his reply yesterday, it is edited for brevity and wit.

"Dear Sir/Madam (I did sign my letter Richard)

Thanks you for your enquiry. Unfortunately from the information supplied , we have been unable to trace your policy details on our system. We would be grateful if you could provide us with the following additional information and return this letter together with your original correspondence. (Which they sent back to me!)

.....if you have any questions please call us on 0800 000 000."

Mr Blog has more work than he thought!!

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Early Morning Stress

Just back from a two day trip to London. To get there on Wednesday morning I needed to use the Blog-mobile No 3 (a 2005 Ford Fiesta). Blog-mobile No 3 has been in the garage for a few weeks and I was unsure how much fuel it had in the tank. So on Tuesday it occurred to me that I needed to check that there was enough fuel to get me to the airport, especially so, as I was leaving at 4.00 a.m.

(Living in the Borders of Scotland means that petrol stations are few and far between and petrol stations open at 4.00 a.m are non-existent, the nearest all night garage is close to Edinburgh - 30 miles away).

I need not have worried, Mrs Blog was on the case. She had taken Blog-mobile No 3 out of the garage where it usually rusts and checked the fuel level.

"Just under a half tank" she replied, when I asked her on Tuesday evening.

"Fantastic!" I said, "no need to top up before I leave tomorrow."

Posting "Witness to Fitness" on the 18th February this year should have warned me that Mrs Blog is rubbish at reading displays on technical equipment.

When I got in the car at 3.45  a.m. on Tuesday, the fuel gauge read near empty! Evaporation? No! Faulty indicator? No! .....

Mrs Blog confusing the temperature gauge and the fuel gauge? YES!!!!

Thank God that Stellios and his orange friends cannot get a plane to take off on time.

Saturday, 27 April 2013

Life is never simple - the sequel

Having equipped myself with the correct battery (and measured the dimensions) I set off to West Yorkshire to install it in the 1998 Mercedes Benz E 300 TD.

Three hours and two cups of coffee later I was standing with spanner in hand looking under the bonnet (Hood for US readers) trying to locate the battery. My internet search told me I would find it under the bonnet (Hood) at the back of the engine on the left. It was not there.

Mum-Blog told me where she had found it when she measured it but it was not there either. Puzzled by the migration of an item that weighs nearly a ton, I rang Eschatology-Sister-Blog, wife of Big-Fat-Tom-Blog who had  been with him when he had tried to jump start the 1998 Mercedes Benz E 300 TD with a set of jump-cables the previous weekend.

"Under the bonnet, (Hood) to the rear of the engine on the right hand side" she told me.

I checked, it had moved, it was not there.

Mum-Blog volunteered that in some previous Mercedes cars she had known the battery was under the back seat.

Running out of ideas I checked. It was there! In fact, judging by the clamp holding it down and the hour with spanner and socket set needed to release, it had always been there.

All is now well except for the mystery that now surrounds what Big-Fat-Tom-Blog actually did when he tried to jump start the 1998 Mercedes Benz E 300 TD. My guess he is that he nearly jump-started the fuse box.



Friday, 26 April 2013

Life is never simple

This week Mr Blog had to travel to Yorkshire (Home of the Yorkshire Blogs) to sort out an MOT on a 1998 Mercedes Benz E 300 TD.

I am being very specific about the make and model for a reason.

Being warned in advance by "Big-Fat-Tom-Blog" that the battery of said car was probably flat, I made enquiries of Kwik Fit (Home of the Kwik Fit Fitter) as to replacing the battery before I headed down to Yorkshire with spanner in hand.

They asked for all the information I have posted above and the registration number which I haven't.

"Do you know the dimensions of the battery?"

"What?"

"How big is it?" (making me feel a bit thick!)

"I don't know I am in Scotland and the car is in Yorkshire"

"Well we need to know because there are two sizes for that car."

"Really? Surely there is some way of telling?"

"No"

"Well could I buy a battery and then if it doesn't fit bring it back for a refund?"

"Yes, You can refund it for the other battery."

Seeing no alternative to ending up with at least one battery I did not want, I rang Mum-Blog.

"Mum-Blog, have you got a tape measure?"

"Yes why?"

"I need to get the measurements of the battery in the Mercedes."

Several calls later and visits to the internet to look up where the battery was supposed to be, we got the dimensions in inches.

(By the way Kwik Fit Fitter, Mum Blog is nearly 84!)

I rang back Kwik Fit and spoke to a different fitter who told me that first fitter I had spoken to did not exist and more to the point , they don't sell batteries.

Still even-tempered I rang Europarts.

"I am looking for ....etc"

"There are two different batteries that could be."

"I know"

"Does the car have air-conditioning?"

"Why?"

"Because if does it needs a different battery to the model without air-conditioning."

"AHA!"



To be continued....


Saturday, 20 April 2013

The world is your Oyster

Regulars will remember that I rather foolishly cut up my bank card by mistake recently (No job no money 19/3/2013), this has given rise to a series of unforeseen consequences. My apologies that this post is a little longer than usual.

When in London on the 9th April, I tried to use my Oyster card on a journey from Victoria to Cannon Street. The ticket barrier that behaves like a Rottweiler refused to allow me through and suggested I seek assistance.

I did and was told that my card had been stopped.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know" came the reply, "you will need to take out a new Oyster card and then apply for a refund from the old one."

So £45 light in the wallet I continued my journey with my new Oyster card.

Today I found sufficient time to get on the internet and go to the Oyster home page to sort out the refund. I followed the instructions in front of me and achieved the following,

  • Registered my new card
  • Arranged for auto-top-up on my new card
  • Updated my bank details to reflect my new bank card
  • Lost any reference to any other card I might have ever had with Transport for London (TFL- one of Boris' playthings)
No matter what I did I could not organise the refund without the existing card details. Not to be outdone I range the oxymoronic helpline number. I got through to a voice which read out a series of options, another voice and a series of options and finally after pressing "2", was put through to a voice that told me I could dial a new cheaper number.

I dialed the new cheaper number thinking to myself that there was little logic in giving you an expensive number to call so that you could find out there was a cheaper number you could/should dial. After a few more menus I got through to a real person who took ages trying to solve my problem before he put me on to his supervisor. His supervisor tried several systems to arrange the refund and then told me I could not get the refund from him because I was on a "hotlist" and needed to ring a different number.

The different number was in fact the exact same number I had just dialed  I followed his menu option suggestions and spoke to a lady who had a voice that suggested she would not be flustered if they announced an imminent nuclear attack.

She told me that my old card, the one that did not work, had in fact been stopped.

"I know" said I.

"It was stopped in June 2012."

"I didn't know that!"

It dawned on me that she was talking about the previous Oyster card I had owned and lost and replaced. I explained the situation. She checked and double checked and found that they had no record of me owning any Oyster card between June 2012 and April 2013. My sanity was by now being tested since I clearly remember using the newest replaced Oyster card earlier this year.

After some insistence on my part that I was not mad and I could in fact remember the card and even had the little black plastic wallet it used to live, she tried again.

Eventually she found the card, it was on an account that was not mine. It had a balance of £47 which they were happy to refund to me. But I had to pay them £40 first so could I just hold a while and speak to someone in sales who would take the £40 I owed them.

"Why do I have to pay you?"
"Because you owe us £40"
"No I don't"
"Yes you do!"
"What do I owe you £40 for?"
"The outstanding balance"
"Look all I want is my money back from the card"
"Yes but you have to pay us £40 first."

I had a light bulb moment that saved me from complete brain-melt.

"When you say the balance on my card is £47, do you mean there is £7 on the card and a failed top up for £40?"
"Yes"
"Ah, this is your lucky day."
"Why"
"Because TFL are now £7 richer. Please forget we ever spoke, keep the refund with my compliments, and have truly a lovely afternoon."

If anyone out there is planning a nuclear strike could you please speak to me for details of a suitable target.







Friday, 12 April 2013

Reactions

Son-Blog in St Andrews has been suffering with a sore shoulder for a while. Today Mrs Blog visited him and took him to boots the chemist to get something to help. The something they suggested was a "deep-heat" spray which he reacted to and had to wash off.

This is nowhere near as good as Daughter-blogs reaction to Tesco Chinese Black Bean sauce, when she was 16, which made her look like a cross between a Ferengi and a Klingon!



Monday, 8 April 2013

Priceless

In today's London Times there is a report about a gift given to M Hollande, the president of France.

It seems that the people of Mali wanted to thank him for France intervening in driving the Islamic extremists out of Mali earlier this year. They expressed their gratitude in the gift of a young camel, which began a series of unfortunate events.

Firstly the camel was presented with a cloth on its back, denying the French public the opportunity to determine whether it had one hump or two and causing fierce debates on radio phone in programmes.

Next the animal screeched so loudly during the gift ceremony that no-one could hear M Hollande, who apparently promised to ride the animal regularly.

M Hollande wanted to bring the camel back to France and have it vaccinated but his officials warned him of the complexity of such an arrangement, so he left the animal with a family in Timbuktu.

Finally, the family in Timbuktu ate the camel after cooking it in a Tagine!



Experiences

I was using my new laptop last night and tried to Skype sister-blog in Switzerland. The programme would not let me dial the number but instead threw up a dialog box which read,
"We are improving your Skype experience".
After two minutes it shut itself down. Does this mean I am getting the better Skype experience by not using it I wondered.

Sunday, 7 April 2013

Keep watching

The most exciting thing to happen in Mr Blog's life lately occurred today. He was out in the garden for the first time since the second Ice Age started this spring cleaning up the leaves left by last autumn. Borders council do not accept that gardeners have garden waste at this time of year and so, have a policy of not trying to collect it. This means Mr Blog has to scoop the leaves in cheap Sainsburys refuse bags (the ones that tear when you look at them) and transport them to the recycling centre.

All was going well with nine bags of bin liners filled with leaves when Mr Blog turned round and found that the remaining roll of 13 bin liners was nowhere to be seen. The only reason for writing about it, is that, as regular readers will know, the last thing that got lost in the garden was Mr Blogs glasses. The glasses turned up several weeks later when he ran over them with a lawnmower.

Monday, 1 April 2013

20,000 hits

Two years and 188 posts later, Drivel and Wisdom has now had twenty thousand hits! When I started this blog two years ago I had no idea there was such a demand for such inane writing. Thanks to all the readers who keep coming back. If you want to receive a free update of new posts - enter your email address in the space above!


Sunday, 31 March 2013

Sinister Blog

Last weekend the Blogs took a trip to the Highlands. With the forecast saying snow was likely, Mr Blog had an attack of common sense and put a spade in the boot. In the end the weather was not so bad that a spade was needed, but there were a couple of cars that had spun off the road so it was better to be safe than sorry.

This weekend I took Daughter-Blog to the leisure centre. The spade was still in the boot next to my gym bag. When I retrieved my gym bag, Daughter-Blog spotted the spade. Given her youth and exposure to American drama on the large and small screen she assessed the situation instantly...
"Are you going to kill someone Dad?"

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

No job no money

Last week I wrote about how Frank had got my job, today I have no money either. Not strictly true, I have money but I cannot get it.

I was in London last week and, as usual, made extensive use of my RBS Credit Card. That was until I lost it. I searched all the usual places, my wallet and my wallet. Having no success I then decided to do the sensible thing and ring RBS to cancel it. They obliged with a minimum of fuss and arranged for the new card to be sent out.

"If the old one does turn up cut it up and destroy it", I was told.

Two minutes after putting the phone down I did and I didn't. I found the card in my pocket where I had put it but chose not to destroy it.

This morning I remembered the sage advice of the voice from RBS and, armed with scissors, I set about my redundant credit card. Only after the first slash did I realise that I was in fact destroying my perfectly good Debit Card. So I have a three day wait (at least) before I can get money out of an ATM and no RBS credit card.

30 years in financial services means I do have a plan C..... car washing for cash.

Thursday, 14 March 2013

Mr Blog needs a job!

The rules for electing a Pope are quite clear, it can be any Catholic male who has been baptised. Mr Blog fitted this criteria and was quietly confident, until last night.

Whilst the Cardinals are always front-runners, Mr Blog has his own international following.  This drivel is read in countries as diverse as Russia, Iran, France, Latvia and Isle of Man. Mr Blog could have been a voice of reason, a voice of unity, a source of humour and his artwork could have adorned the walls of the Sistine chapel.

But it is not to be. There wasn't even the courtesy of a phone call to tell Mr Blog that Frank got the job!

Mr Blog is off to the Job Centre! 

Monday, 11 March 2013

Neo-Luddite

Mr Blog has had enough of technology.

Today, having ventured through snow and blizzards to get to Edinburgh, he bought a new laptop. Being up to the minute on technology is an impossible task since they (usually Microsoft) change everything every week To combat this ignorance I spent an age on the home PC yesterday checking reviews and specifications.

I found just what I wanted a Lenovo G580, very reasonably priced, with a 6GB RAM, 1 TB of hard drive, USB 3 and USB 2, integral webcam, 2 yr John Lewis guarantee. All I needed to ask the assistant in the shop was about the software I needed to add to it.
The assistant told me all about Office 365 which I did not need. He also told me that I was going to have Windows 8, whether or not I wanted to, because it was the only operating system they had (without spending a fortune on a Mac). I could not stay with Office 2010 because they don't do that any more, you have to have Office 2013. All in all that meant getting use to a brand new operating system and at least five new programme updates. Thanks Bill! Regulars might remember my problem with Bill Gates in Clock Chaos 2.

So I have wrestled all day trying to work out the simplest thing - how do you switch off a laptop when using Windows 8? There is no start - shut down option!! I eventually had to use another PC to search on Google because there were no instructions/help function etc. 

The answer for anyone out there struggling with the same problem is.... hover over the right hand of the screen with the mouse, select settings- power options-turn the bloody thing OFF!!

Why cant I buy a new machine with Windows XP and Office 2007?






Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Dream Jobs

Earlier this afternoon I received a phone call from someone on the Indian sub-continent. Usually such phone calls, where the number is blocked, relate to PPI claims which I don't have. This one was different.

"Can I speak to Mrs Nilson"
"This is Mr Leeson"
"Hello sir, how are you today?"
"Very well thank you. How are you!"
"I am great thank you sir. How many years were you in nosey jobs?"
"Sorry??"
"How long have you been in nosey jobs?"
I must admit that despite my keen interest in communication with people of different cultures I was struggling.
"Nosey jobs?"
"Yes!"
Then the penny dropped, this was a firm chasing injury at work claims
"I have never had a Noisy Job."
"Bye bye".

Saturday, 2 March 2013

There is no hope!

Five minutes ago I was looking for my reading glasses in order to scan the paper and possibly try the Times Jumbo Crossword.
If it were not for Mrs Blog saying
"They are on your nose!"
I might still be looking for hours.

Friday, 1 March 2013

Chickenshit

Mrs Blog has long been after some chickens. In celebration of a landmark birthday I finally caved in and bought a coop and run for her to keep the little blighters in. Needless to say Mrs Blog is happy and hence the title "chickens hit"!

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Irony

Mrs Blog asked me to record a film on Sunday night on our DVD machine so that we could watch it later.  Last night Mrs Blog, Mum-Blog and I sat down to watch this thriller and were highly engrossed in the plot and the acting skills of Denzel Washington when it stopped without warning.

Being technically minded I set about establishing the cause of the problem. After wracking my brains to find the answer it suddenly dawned on me that switching the DVD player off before I went to bed on Sunday might have had something to do with it.

The name of the film....

"Unstoppable"

Sunday, 24 February 2013

Disaster

For the first time in ages I opened a brand new jar of coffee this morning. The world has moved on since it last happened and they, (Nescafe), have replaced the old foil top with a new peel-off top. Total disaster! I will never again experience the joy of popping the foil top with a teaspoon!


Friday, 22 February 2013

For sale

A house in the wilds of the Borders of Scotland boasts a sign outside which reads
"No Sawdust For Sale".

It makes you wonder if that means that absolutely everything else is for sale.

Sorely tempting to pop along, knock on the door and say,
"Two elephants, a loaf of bread and some weapons grade uranium please!"

Monday, 18 February 2013

Witness to fitness

Mrs Blog has been fulfilling a new year resolution to get fitter by popping into the gym several times a week. It must be said that if she were writing her autobiography the chapter on "Sporting Achievements" would be one of the shortest.

Desirous of helping Mrs Blog out I went to the gym with her last week. All was going well, I was on the treadmill for a warm up and Mrs Blog on the cross-trainer.

When I finished Mrs Blog was still going on the cross trainer and called out to me
"Look! I am doing really well - it is on a high level and I am not out of breath."
"Mmmm! The light that is next to "high" is actually the fan setting dear."



Friday, 15 February 2013

Full disclosure

The blog-mobile (clapped out Fiesta) is due for its insurance renewal. The Co-op very kindly sent through a reminder in January telling me to get on the case before 17th February.

I did. I rang them up on the number in the letter, endured a 1 min 14 secs message telling of the perils of not disclosing material facts and spoke to one of their "operatives". She asked whether there were any material facts I wanted to disclose.

"Yes" I said, "I had a claim last September."
"Who was that through?"
"You."
"No we have not got a record of any claim here. Perhaps you have another car insured somewhere else?"
"I do."
"Well it would be best to check with them and come back with the details."

I rang the other insurers (AXA) who insure the other Blog-mobile and they assured me I had a clean record with them. Puzzled I dug out reams of paper work and found that I had indeed had a claim with Co-op. Back I went and 1 min 14 secs later I spoke to another operative (having just been reminded of the danger of non-disclosure of material fact).

I explained the position and was told,

"We have no record of the claim here. You will need to ring our claims team to get the details."

I did. I got the details confirming that there had indeed been a claim on the policy and it had been closed off in October 2012.

Back to the operative (another new one). 1 min and 14 secs later...

"I have the details of my claim that I need to disclose."
"Let me take the details"

She did.

"Can I renew my policy now?"
"No. We will need to recalculate the premium."
"But I have a protected no claim bonus, the premium should not change surely?"
"We will need to recalculate...."

Three days later I rang yet another operative and 1 min and 14 secs later I was able to recite, in full, the Co-op warning on the perils of non-disclosure of material fact.

"Can I renew my policy please?"
"Yes, of course."
"Are you aware that I have had a claim"
"Yes!"
"Great can you tell me what the renewal premium is please?"
"Exactly the same as the one in the letter we sent to you dated 27 Jan, did you  not get it?"

Regulars will recognise the picture  from an earlier post about Vodafone...


Saturday, 2 February 2013

Discoveries

Mr Blog made a series of discoveries this morning.

First he discovered that he had dropped his car keys in the blue top wheelie bin used for "kerb-side recycling"

Second he discovered that the depth of the wheelie bin is greater than the length of his arms.

Finally he discovered that Mrs Blog considers used tea bags to fit the definition of cardboard/paper and plastics.


Friday, 1 February 2013

Vodafone

I have a pay as you go Vodafone. Realising that I would be better off with a pay-monthly contract I rang their "help line". The only way they can carry out this number change is to get me to ask for a new number on a pay-monthly SIM card and then transfer the old number to the new SIM card account.

I duly ordered the free new SIM card that had a number I did not want. It arrived by special courier rather than in a small envelope (presumably at no small cost to Vodafone).

Being no Luddite I went on to the Vodafone website to arrange for the automatic transfer for the old number to the new SIM card with the number I did not want. All was going well 'till it asked me for my Account number. I hovered the mouse over the question mark at the side of the box where the account number should go and  it instructed me to check the emails I had been sent confirming the order.

I checked the emails and found no mention of the account number. I went to my online account and entered my logon details and found that I had no account number. I went back to the online form and checked again. It told me that if I had any trouble I should dial 191. I did....


(after 5 mins holding because they were experiencing unprecedented demand)

"Hi I am trying to find my account number"
"What is your mobile number?"
"The old one or the new one I did not want?"
"The old one"
"1234546 (changed to protect my voicemail)"
"That is a pay as you go number"
"Yes I know- I am changing to a pay monthly account"
"This is the pay as you go helpline. You need the pay monthly helpline."
(transferred to pay monthly)
"Hi I am trying to find my account number."
"What is your telephone number."
"The old one or the new one I did not want?"
"The pay monthly one."
"9876543 (changed for the same reason)"
"No that is not your number. Can you tell me your account number?"
"NO, THAT IS WHY I AM RINGING YOU!"

It turns out my new number that I did not want is a number that seemingly nobody on the planet wants including Vodafone because, despite it being written on the packaging and the despatch note, it does not exist!



Sunday, 27 January 2013

Sports Drinks

A couple of nights ago I watched a television advert for "Lucozade Sport". The theme of the ad was a bunch of guys running on treadmills and drinking either water or Lucozade Sport. By the end of the advert the guys who were drinking water had all collapsed in a mangled heap but the guys on Lucozade had bags of energy. The strap line was something like "Lucozade Sport hydrates you better than water".

What they fail to tell you is that this is nothing new. Mr Blog and his mate Paul-Blog both learned about hydration when training for the Lochaber Marathon a few years ago. Runners World magazine carried an article which highlighted research showing that water was less effective at re-hydrating than beer. It was something to do with water being too pure to be absorbed quickly by the body whereas less pure liquids were more readily absorbed. Well Mr Blog and his mates don't argue with that kind of research.

As we crossed the finish line of the Lochaber Marathon we collected our T shirt and finishers medal and walked straight in to Morrisons in Fort William. Five minutes later we were sitting on the grass by the finish line drinking beer and applauding the finishers. More than one of them commented on the fact that we were wearing medals and drinking beer so we re-told the story of the article in Runners World quite a few times.Within half an hour there was a long procession of t-shirt wearing, medal-clad runners filing out of Morrisons with all manner of beers/lagers/ales.

In my head there is a great advert waiting to be made with a bunch of guys on treadmills advertising Stella Artois!


Friday, 25 January 2013

Friendship

Son-Blog has a unique but insightful view on friendships....

He states that

"A friend will help you move but a true friend will help you move a body."

"A friend knows when to pour you a glass of wine but a true friend knows when to give you the bottle."

"A friend will bail you out of jail but a true friend will be sitting next to you saying "That was fun!!!""



Sunday, 20 January 2013

Mayan Prophecy

Just before Christmas there was a lot of news coverage about apocalyptic Mayan prophecies. The date for the new world order was 21st December 2012 when the Mayan calendar came to an end. There was speculation that this meant the end of the world whilst others suggested it was a dramatic change to the way we live our lives.

Since we got to the 22nd of December and the world did not end (costing Mr Blog a fortune in Christmas presents) it seemed that the Mayans were mistaken.

Not so!! They were just a little out on their timings. They should have ended their calendar on 20th January 2013 because this is the date of the new world order taking effect. I know this for a fact because it was on this date that I got to the bathroom before my teenage son and for the first time in living memory he had to wait for me!!

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

New Scotland Football Manager

At last the Scots have appointed a man with real talent to run the Scottish football team, Gordon Strachan.

Mr Blog, it must be said, has absolutely no interest in football whatsoever. The fact that he knows anyone in football is nothing short of a miracle. Why then have I posted this post on Scottish football? Because Gordon Strachan is the world's only answer to stupid questions from reporters. Here are some examples...

Reporter: Bang, there goes your unbeaten run. Can you take it?
Strachan: No, I'm just going to crumble like a wreck. I'll go home, become an alcoholic and maybe jump off a bridge. Umm, I think I can take it, yeah.



Reporter: "Gordon, can we have a quick word please?"
Strachan: "Velocity" [walks off]


Reporter: Gordon, you must be delighted with that result?
Strachan: You're spot on! You can read me like a book.

Reporter: Gordon, Do you think James Beattie deserves to be in the England squad?
Strachan: I don't care, I'm Scottish

Reporter: You don't take losing lightly, do you Gordon?
Strachan: I don't take stupid comments lightly either.

He is a legend and is welcome in the blog house anytime!!


Winter Romance

Not long ago I posted about a romantic gesture that back fired. Specifically I had ordered a bunch of flowers for Mrs Blog and totally forgot that I had done so, leading to fierce denials on my part.

Our anniversary is coming up and I was debating whether or not I should take Mrs Blog on holiday somewhere with a bit of sun. Son-Blog chipped in,
"Great idea Dad. How about South Uist?"
Nice idea! January South Uist, -15C with force 9 winds!!!

Sunday, 6 January 2013

Sunday Papers

Today I had a spare few minutes to read the Sunday Times. As regulars will know the Times is a source of the occasional blog post and today is one of those days.

In the "World News" section an article appears reporting; a white cat with a saw, a mobile phone and batteries taped to it was caught by guards as it walked through the main gate or a prison in Arapiraca, eastern Brazil.


Still learning

Friend-blogs were round for dinner last night and among their number was an architect-blog (ab). Ab is a talented artist and has an eye for colours and style and such like which I lack completely. During the conversation he referred to a previous property he had lived in, the bedroom of which  was decorated with "white striped wallpaper". I sensed a wind-up but apparently there are many shades of white. I have only ever spotted the one so in my head his bedroom looked like this

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Surprises in the bath

Today I spent 7 hours driving to Wetherby and back to deliver Mother-Blog back to her home after a few days staying in the Blog-house. Having got back at 5.30 p.m. I decided to go to the gym to ensure a healthy start to the year, declined a glass of wine and ate all the salad on my dinner plate. A New Year a new Mr Blog!

A short while ago I was in the bathroom and noticed a strange looking object in the bath. At first I thought it was a giant flip-flop. It struck me as rather odd, firstly that it was in the bath; secondly that there should only be one flip-flop, rather than two; and finally that it should be the size of a small cat.

On closer inspection I realised that the giant flip-flop was also part toothbrush and part loofah.

It transpires that Mrs Blog has bought a "foot-cleaner".

Happy New Year

In case regular readers are worried that a New Year might mean a change in the blog household leading to fewer posts - fear not!

New Year day was spent with friends having lunch and Mrs Blog, while discussing presents, mentioned that I had once bought her a vacuum cleaner for her birthday. Apparently this is not seen as a romantic present for a woman - I thought it was inspired. Over the last 24 years I have become convinced that I might have been wrong and it was an inappropriate gift. This view was reinforced by Norman-Blog when he said
"Is it gathering dust then?"