old

November 29, 2007

Yesterday was the first day in my rather tiresome existence that I noticed a change between looking at a computer screen with and without my glasses.

Yikes! Nurse! Pass the white stick and the Labrador!

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lose your wallet overseas?

November 26, 2007

Make sure it doesn’t have a Capital One credit card in it, and be prepared to wait for Tescos.

Having had to phone up to get my cards cancelled this weekend after an unfortunate incident whilst in Cologne, I can now reveal that the famous “No Hassle” pledge from Capital One is a load of old toot.

Here’s the league table:
Barclays Connect
card, cancelled within 3 minutes
Capital One Platinum card, cancelled in 20 minutes
Abbey National cash machine card, cancelled within 4 minutes

The chappy from Capital One in Nottingham appeared not to be able to find my details, and at first suggested that I might like to call back another day. I pointed out that I had just had my wallet taken and would like to cancel my cards before they were used. Monday morning wasn’t an option. So having given my postcode 4 times, my surname five times, my date of birth “just one more time” (I guess I was on the phone to Columbo), and being put on hold for minutes, we eventually got somewhere and supposedly the card has been cancelled. Unfortunately they moved the balance on to the new one…

Card delivery times:
Barclays: 4 to 5 working days
Capital One: 7 to 10 working days
Abbey National: Unknown as I’ve not changed my address with them yet… oops
Nectar card: 4 to 5 working days
Tesco Clubcard: 6 to 7 weeks.

Update: Barclays Internet Banking line, on hold for 25 minutes and they wouldn’t send me an “official” reminder of my membership number, I have had to write it down on a piece of paper.


confession

November 22, 2007

I just bought Super Mario Galaxy.


*sigh* stockholm memories (1 in a series of 4)

November 21, 2007

Regular readers will (a) be thankful for a forgiving colon and (b) recall that I spent a week in Stockholm with some fine fellows from work.

I present the first picture of a set which I will turn to when I am old and grey and smile sweetly to myself with fond memories of all the loveliness this world contains.

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[Pic: The Best Burger I Have Ever Eaten]


last night (a) – the 1:50am version

November 21, 2007

For the less keen-eyed of you, this:

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is not Sparecat.

It is not a big cat, however, at 1:50am today, it filled my kitchen (mainly concentrating on the mat seen in the picture) entirely with shit.

Ever had to deal with cat shit at 2am? Big, stinky, get-up-20-minutes-later-to-spray-more-air-freshener quantities of cat shit? From a cat that doesn’t even belong to you?

I recommend it. Everyone should have the experience. My favourite bit was when I picked up a single sheet of kitchen roll with the intention of using it to clean up with, and then realising it would be a better bet to hire a mini-digger, or ditch the mat.

Mat donations can be made to the usual address.


last night (b)

November 21, 2007

“And the rain/It lashed down/And all the creatures/A’feared they would drown.”

Sparecat sorted himself out a nice new raincoat before venturing out into the darkness last night:

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Kids! Never play with plastic bags and pets!

(For the logisticians among you, let’s examine that last caption, shall we? It should be understood as:

Kids! Never (play with plastic bags AND pets)

and not:

Kids! Never (play with plastic bags) AND (pets)

What a sad world it would be if the kiddies couldn’t play with some slavering German Shepherd/rottweiler eh?)


the other white meat

November 21, 2007

Weird shit n stuff n shit.

(Check me, I know how to be down wiv da kids)