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…surely I’m not the only one amused by the fact that we as a nation have a cabinet minister called Ed Balls?
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…for anyone in this country to walk around a supermarket unaided. It seems that every Thomas, Richard and Harriet finds solo shopping so unpalateable and unpredictable that their only option is to phone a loved / liked / tolerated / despised one to assist them in their pursuit of grocery ownership.
Although this in itself does not necessarily constitute a problem, it does lead to a proliferation of dazed zombified pricks wandering the aisles and most importantly of all, said dazed zombified pricks constantly getting in my fucking way.
I call on Tesco, Sainsburys and all other supermarkets to invest heavily in radio jamming technology to rid our shopping emporia of these ballbags once and for all.
This menace must be eradicated.
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I’m currently doing something I would have sworn a week ago would never EVER happen. I’m writing this pointless shit from an Ubuntu Linux installation on my home PC rather than the usual Vista Ultimate or XP arrangement and I have to say I’m really quite pleasantly surprised. I can only hope that I won’t entirely lose my social skills as a result of this unplanned foray into the world of nether geekdom.
Who’d have thought it? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to admit that there are several alternatives to Uncle Bill’s software and it’s not just because I earn a living through fixing implementations of the fruits of his labours that I’ve been perhaps twattishly sceptical until now – in fact I largely blame Mac OS (although I have a secret sneaking regard for it) for putting me off the concept of viable alternatives.
This stuff actually works, it costs nothing, it’s really well supported and while it takes a little adjustment I’ve been stunned by just how little.
I have it dual-booting with Vista and it took about 15 minutes to do this from start to finish, with little or no previous Linux experience. It even installs it’s own boot-loader – you can’t actually get Vista and XP to play this nicely together on the same machine and have to jump through hoops to dual-boot them to get them to co-exist.
I’m far from being converted or won-over hook line and sinker, but I am really quite seriously revising a few assumptions I’d made about Linx and open source software in general.
Sorry, that was a bit too serious and had some kind of a point. Normal service will be resumed shortly no doubt.
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*edit* I’ve actually changed my mind a bit. Getting anything done with it is a total cock-ache, drivers don’t work properly and you have to twat about endlessly with ludicrously syntax-heavy command-line shite to achieve the most basic things in many cases. It’s still a good platform but ultimately a decent GUI is better that twatting around for 3 hours googling the hell out of a problem to change one option on a video driver using a raft of nonsensical commands. Give me a decent intuitive GUI any time.
For reasons that could take some amount of explanation we found ourselves searching Google Images for a photo of the politician William Rhys-Mogg to see if he was who we thought he was – turns out we were actually looking for Rhodes Boyson and his magic facial hair – but what confused us was the results that came back – there were only 4, none of them remotely relevant, expected or exactly predictable.
(clicky biggerage!)
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Why is it that when you’re in a rush and you’re waiting for one of those self service checkouts in the supermarket (thinking it’ll be faster and that you won’t have to engage in conversation with some care-in-the-community case intent on pushing the madness envelope) the only people in front of you in the queue are morons, and not just your run of the mill anuses, that but the kind who would normally find the putting shopping in a carrier bag unaided part to be a challenge in itself, let alone the concept of scanning and paying for the 3 items they’re trying to purchase as well.
It’s either that or a mother with a couple of despicably spoiled little shits who seems to think that it’s just one big cocking playground for her bickering spawn, and that the rest of the shoppers waiting with increasingly murderous intentions find the 10 minutes her offspring spend arguing over who’s going to scan the last yoghurt absolutely enthralling too. Bless them. We don’t. We want all of you to die in a fire.
Oh, and surely it’s not beyond the technological abilities of mankind as a whole to devise a conveyor belt that can tell if there is actually something on it or not.
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If I hear any more about the trials and tribulations of Preston and Chantelle I swear I shall wreak bloody murder upon both of them.
In this day and age where the merest rumour of a celebrity breaking wind has most of Fleet Street rushing round to capture it in a metaphorical glass jar, I am stunned by the column inches devoted to such a vacuous and pointless pair of Z-list pricks.
Are they / aren’t they / has he / will she / do I give a fuck? Frankly -no.
I mean – the fact that I hate the whole concept of celebrity aside – we’re hardly talking Posh and Becks here are we? No, we’re really massively not.
Firstly, we’re talking about a man with a charisma-bypass who we know primarily as a pedler of relatively inoffensive mod-revival indie/britpop horseshit. His legendary charm and wit was never more clearly demonstrated than on Never Mind the Buzzcocks some time ago when at the first sign of a bit of a ribbing, he got all pissy and stormed off the show. He’s the kind of person you actually hope was bullied at school. Oh, and Preston, apart from being a shithole in central Lancashire, is his surname, not his first name. The cunt.
Secondly we have a woman who entered the Big Brother pit of despair dubbed a “non-celebrity” and for whom in my eyes at least, little has changed in this respect. The fact that Chantelle describes herself as “the new Katie Price” says more on this subject than I could ever hope to – I mean in terms of aspiring to anything in life, that’s just fantastic – she actually thinks she’s bigging herself up by saying that! It’s like wanting to be “the new Kerry Katona”, it’s just so low on the aspirational scale as to be achievable by all and sundry with little or no effort.
And just for the record, when it comes to reasons for mothers visiting Scandinavian nations; the only reason “mum’s gone to Iceland” is that she’s a fucking pikey and it’s where she belongs, saving money on your food so that she can spend the rest on supermarket own-brand fags and scratchcards.
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Instead of ranting about something pointless I for once feel it necessary to complain about something that other people might also give a shit about, rather than the usual array of pointless self-interest that adorns this webshite.
Many residents of this much celebrated borough of Stockport will by now be familiar with the council’s token efforts to cut down on household refuse by issuing households with a roll of blue bin bags – any refuse placed outside for collection must be inside one of these or it will not be collected at all. Each household is provided with a roll that is supposed to be the equivalent of one bag per week for a year, and further bags can be purchased from the council if required. On first impressions this seems like a reasonable idea, and all in the name of ‘da environment’.
The problem is that the bags that are issued are so thin that you can’t actually put anything with corners or in fact anything displaying any hint of rigidity into them, so your choice of refuse is limited to de-boned freshly culled seal, unwanted sponges, surplus used chewing gum, redundant cheese and superfluous butter.
The only practical solution?
Continue to put all your rubbish into a normal shop-bought bin bag of decent quality and then put the black bin bag inside the blue bin bag so that the council workers will continue to collect your debris on a weekly basis.
Congratulations then are due to Stockport Council which has seemingly managed to single-handedly double the amount of plastic bin-liners ending up in landfill sites. This kind of smacks of the council cutting their own costs rather than giving a crap about what they’re actually collecting.
I look forward to their next green initiative with some trepidation and expect it to be along the lines of us all leaving our fridges and freezers open to help counter global warming.
There’s not nearly enough swearing in this post for my liking.
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Only I’ve just noticed that Cliff Richard is playing the M.E.N Arena in November and it seems like the perfect crime.
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