As part of a bet I have agreed that I have to buy, and learn how to play, bagpipes by New Year’s Eve.
Luckily, I only need to learn one tune: Auld Land Syne.
In the words of Top Gear: How hard can it be?
Stay tuned…
Let us face it, everything annoys me all the time. But currently some things are more annoying that others.
Arsecakes. Fifteen years ago I could write DNS records in my sleep. Actually, I frequently did, but don’t tell Staffordshire University that, as they may want my wages back. So why is it that now I have no idea what I’m doing?
Okay, so I’ve identified myself using my credit card, and now you want another form of ID. As I don’t have a landline number, I click on the “identify yourself by credit card” link and… HOLY FLASH H. GORDON, you’ve taken another £1 from my card! Well, my auctioning friends, you can sod that!
I have quite a few guitars. I own probably more than it is healthy for a non-musician to own. My favourite, for a long time, has been a Spanish 3/4 size acoustic that a mate gave me about 15 years ago.
It survived 3 house removals, but sadly, it didn’t survive falling off it’s stand.
Broken Guitar!
I’m hoping that given enough strong glue I can fix it.
Does standing in a newsagent’s shop and reading a magazine, and then not buying it, constitute theft (in a very small way)?
Should, therefore, the likes of W.H.Smith’s have the right to remove any information you’ve gleaned from you brain as you leave the shop?
Dear W.H.Smith,
I have a power drill, and will perform lobotomies for free.
Yours etc.
Tony.
Nothing annoys me more* than having to push past “free readers” to get to my copy of Cat Torturer Monthly.
*Actually that is a lie. A lot of things annoy me more. French cars, for example.
Some photos of our day out at the Foxfield Railway, celebrating Bill’s forthcoming wedding.
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The Foxfield Railway is a former colliery line just outside Blythe Bridge. The Wikipedia article has more information, but doesn’t have this little map thing:
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