Wednesday, May 20, 2009
This week I got into a spot of bother because I 'told it like it is'. Someone caused a big problem for me and when tackled, apologised. They then went behind my back and took the piss out of me. I was not very impressed by this and told them so in no uncertain terms. 'Language' was used. Complaints were made. I was wrong apparently. Only I wasn't. The individual has never accepted responsibility for any of the appalling behaviour which dates back several years. The same nasty lying deceit goes on and on and nobody will put a stop to it. Perhaps I'm foolish to try, foolish to care enough about integrity, responsibility and decency. The offender got away with it again and I was made to look 'unstable' because I showed my anger. I'm dangerous. Unstable so it seems. Can't keep a lid on his emotions. Old enough to know better. Apparently not old enough yet. Thank goodness.
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I'm still 30 something. At least parts of me are. But my 30 something exists in a time-bubble that has passed. I know this because when I talk to 30 somethings, the things that they are interested in are not the same things that my 30 something is interested in. They conform, rarely question their place in the scheme of things, follow the rules, tick all the boxes and expect to be rewarded well for what is, in reality, an OK job. I, on the other hand, am on mental escapades, constantly looking for ways to subvert things into a more interesting direction whilst smiling sweetly for the cameras. I'm dangerous. Being 30 something was often hopeful, frequently fun, definitely driven and, perhaps, unhealthily ambitious. Trajectories are important and the physical vitality at your disposal means that you expend disproportionate amounts of energy to see them through. Seeds of disaffection were sown. Inwardly knowing that my life was somehow not on quite the right path I continued onwards and upwards because that was 'what you do'. Each step, correct career development. Each step, further away from the real me. 30 something was fun whilst I played the game. The game, though was not enough.
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Monday, May 18, 2009
This week I'll mostly be 47. It only seems a moment ago that I was 42. 42 is sort of old. It's sort of just over 40 which although 'old' when you are 16 is not really that old when you get to be 42. But 47. That's nearly 50. And I'm noticing that I'm getting crustier and the funny thing is that I don't care. That's what mental decline does for you. You become more annoying and argumentative and less willing to put up with sh*t but you don't really mind too much that people find you annoying. You actually quite enjoy the feeling that you are making an impact. For example, today I had to deal with the unfortunate case of the credit card company that failed to follow their own procedures and then tried to charge me £37.65 for having done so. Not only did I hear myself saying, "This is a terribly disconnected organisation. How much money are they wasting by having you deal with my problem in such an inefficient manner?" I also heard myself saying, "I expect to be compensated for my time in having to come here today when all of this could easily have been sorted out on the phone when I called two weeks ago." I suspect that the 42 year old me would not have said those things. He might have got the same outcome but in a slightly less abrasive (dare I admit pompous) way. He might have felt a tad more awkward about speaking up for himself than 47 year old me. I still have gnawing uncertainties in these situations but I now believe in myself much more than I did when younger. I'm dangerous, I believe I'm right and I mean to have satisfaction! What has become of me? This week I'll try to break my recent dearth of postings and get to grips with this final week of my 46thhood. Mainly as a way of creating something to look back on when I'm even more decrepit. Partly as a snapshot illustration of what might lie before you if you are younger. I never saw myself quite as I am now. This week I might see myself even more differently; I've not decided yet what to write about. Let's see what happens.
Unfortunately named energy companies: no 1
Dong
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Unfortunately named energy companies: no 1
Dong
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Unfortunately named military leaders: no 1
Major Dickie Head
Unfortunately named military leaders: no 2
Major Wanka
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Major Dickie Head
Unfortunately named military leaders: no 2
Major Wanka
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Shameless
Anyone who has the common sense to tell Anthea of the Anthea n Grant show (was there ever a more obnoxious pair?) that she's a silly cow is surely due our respect. To do this on nashnul telly is deserving of an award.
Monstrous carbuncle II
Interesting sneaky leaky detailing the shenanigans that Prince Tamponis is currently (allegedly) up to. There's a prestigious multi-million pound development currently in the planning phase down Chelsea way. Some interesting points made about Charlie's selective involvement in the architectural debate When it comes to the environments that most of us live in he's nowhere to be seen.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:51 AM
Anyone who has the common sense to tell Anthea of the Anthea n Grant show (was there ever a more obnoxious pair?) that she's a silly cow is surely due our respect. To do this on nashnul telly is deserving of an award.
Monstrous carbuncle II
Interesting sneaky leaky detailing the shenanigans that Prince Tamponis is currently (allegedly) up to. There's a prestigious multi-million pound development currently in the planning phase down Chelsea way. Some interesting points made about Charlie's selective involvement in the architectural debate When it comes to the environments that most of us live in he's nowhere to be seen.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:51 AM
Friday, April 17, 2009
Spectacular
Spectaclehood moves ever closer. Yesterday I got to the trying on stage. I have confirmed the sort of style that I want to go for. Now I just have to find the prescription I've been hiding from for over a year. Then I surf on over to speccysweatshop.com and check in to middle age. Sigh.
Damp
I've been trying to build a wall for the whole week. The wall is outside. Outside it's been raining. Non-stop. For whole sodden week. Sod it.
Brown smears
Is it just me or is the constant reference to 'smearing' in the current news coverage just a little illustrative of the scatological fixation of those public school retentives who write all this stuff.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:43 AM
Spectaclehood moves ever closer. Yesterday I got to the trying on stage. I have confirmed the sort of style that I want to go for. Now I just have to find the prescription I've been hiding from for over a year. Then I surf on over to speccysweatshop.com and check in to middle age. Sigh.
Damp
I've been trying to build a wall for the whole week. The wall is outside. Outside it's been raining. Non-stop. For whole sodden week. Sod it.
Brown smears
Is it just me or is the constant reference to 'smearing' in the current news coverage just a little illustrative of the scatological fixation of those public school retentives who write all this stuff.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 12:43 AM
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Cheesy
If you are planning to drive across the Forth Road Bridge in the near future be aware that it's in the process of disintegrating. Several screws have worked loose and several thousand others may ping at any moment. Best to leave the obese mother-in-law out of your Chieftain Tank when next on manoeuvres in the Firth of Forth region. The problem, though, is being addressed. The authority charged with this task is named after a Greek cheese. In wheying up my views on the situation I curdn't decide and went rhind and rhind in my mind. Let's hope that total collapse is not a fetaccompli.
If you are planning to drive across the Forth Road Bridge in the near future be aware that it's in the process of disintegrating. Several screws have worked loose and several thousand others may ping at any moment. Best to leave the obese mother-in-law out of your Chieftain Tank when next on manoeuvres in the Firth of Forth region. The problem, though, is being addressed. The authority charged with this task is named after a Greek cheese. In wheying up my views on the situation I curdn't decide and went rhind and rhind in my mind. Let's hope that total collapse is not a fetaccompli.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:36 PM