Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
If I didn't comment today
Sorry. I kept getting error 503 or something. No idea what it means, but a lot of my comments went down the drain.
Stuff the flowers
All I wanted was for my computer to be collected for repair. And maybe the gift voucher to make up for the expense of the extra phone calls I had to make because of incompetence. The flowers were nice, the chocolates too. But I would have preferred it if the computer had actually been picked up.
It wasn't. When I got home, I called the tech line, and asked if the courier could be diverted there. They called the courier company, and reported back that the courier had called at the address I gave at 1.30, and got no answer, so they left a card.
At 1.30 I was sitting in the living room at the address, just yards from the front door, discussing plans for my student's future. He was in his bedroom - which is next to the front door - with his nurse. None of us heard the doorbell ring ("if there was a doorbell visible they would have rung it") nor the letterbox rattle. The new dog didn't bark. There was no card.
Did they mistake the street for one with a similar name a few miles away? The techie repeatedly quoted the post code, so theoretically, if they fed that into their SatNav, there should have been no possibility of a mistake.
Or did they just lie?
Will we ever know?
The company chairman's office has another angry email in the inbox. So what do you think? More flowers? Or the service I paid for?
It wasn't. When I got home, I called the tech line, and asked if the courier could be diverted there. They called the courier company, and reported back that the courier had called at the address I gave at 1.30, and got no answer, so they left a card.
At 1.30 I was sitting in the living room at the address, just yards from the front door, discussing plans for my student's future. He was in his bedroom - which is next to the front door - with his nurse. None of us heard the doorbell ring ("if there was a doorbell visible they would have rung it") nor the letterbox rattle. The new dog didn't bark. There was no card.
Did they mistake the street for one with a similar name a few miles away? The techie repeatedly quoted the post code, so theoretically, if they fed that into their SatNav, there should have been no possibility of a mistake.
Or did they just lie?
Will we ever know?
The company chairman's office has another angry email in the inbox. So what do you think? More flowers? Or the service I paid for?
My Favourite English Teacher
I had some great English teachers at school. Mr Doherty was lovely, Miss Gibbons was an inspiration. But what wouldn't I have done for a teacher like Mr Webster?
Even with the picture proportions a bit "off".
Even with the picture proportions a bit "off".
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Saying Sorry Never Hurts
On the eve of the day when my computer is supposed to be collected for repair, I arrived home to find a £20 Marks & Spencer gift card in the mail.
Later, the doorbell rang, and to my surprise, a young man delivered a huge box from which I removed these items:
The vase actually came with the flowers, and the choccies were also in the box. According to their website, the bouquet costs £30. Nice, but wouldn't be my first choice to spend that amount of money on.
Well, I suppose it's better than nothing. But I'll reserve my full reaction till I see what happens tomorrow with the computer collection.
Later, the doorbell rang, and to my surprise, a young man delivered a huge box from which I removed these items:
The vase actually came with the flowers, and the choccies were also in the box. According to their website, the bouquet costs £30. Nice, but wouldn't be my first choice to spend that amount of money on.
Well, I suppose it's better than nothing. But I'll reserve my full reaction till I see what happens tomorrow with the computer collection.
Spoilt for choice
I have four versions of Naked Tango. The first one I acquired for a huge sum on Ebay before Vincent's older, less well-known films, started to appear on DVD.
The 3 DVDs range from one Diane told me about to a discovery of Jazzy's. Can't remember how the third one came about. Who cares?
From a different selection of pictures from an older DVD, ecstasy all round.
The 3 DVDs range from one Diane told me about to a discovery of Jazzy's. Can't remember how the third one came about. Who cares?
From a different selection of pictures from an older DVD, ecstasy all round.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
The last episode
Lynn has finished her contribution to the After Major Case saga, and it's here:
http://aftermajorcase.blogspot.com/
Be prepared. It goes where no Goren and Eames story has ever gone before. Well, none I've ever read.
Enjoy!
http://aftermajorcase.blogspot.com/
Be prepared. It goes where no Goren and Eames story has ever gone before. Well, none I've ever read.
Enjoy!
Tomorrow , and Tomorrow, and Wednesday...
...to paraphrase Shakespeare.
The useless tosser who was supposed to come and measure up my kitchen window for a quote for a new one didn't show up on Friday. Well it had been all that time from Wednesday since I'd asked him, and written down all he needed to know. Which he'd lost.
I found a company of long standing in the Yellow Pages, which also recycles old stuff. They even continue to use aluminium (in a variety of colours) as well as wood. I have aluminium windows at the moment, but given the environmental disaster in Hungary, and the pollution caused by the manufacture of aluminium, uPVC is beginning to look like the greener option. Wood would be great if, a) I can afford it and b) it doesn't need any upkeep. Painting the wood that remains round my current windows is a perennial nightmare.
Meanwhile, after emailing a letter to the Chairman of Marks and Spencer, I have finally got a call from the tech service department just two weeks after the one I made to them. The young man I spoke to those distant two weeks ago tried to phone me at lunchtime on the Monday (only several hours earlier than I told him I'd be around, and with no attempt to leave a message on the answering machine) and then subsequently had done - nothing! He forgot. Until someone with some clout from Head Office reminded him. Eventually. After only 8 or 10 emails to them and a phone call. And a return phone call they never made.
Tomorrow
Wednesday
The useless tosser who was supposed to come and measure up my kitchen window for a quote for a new one didn't show up on Friday. Well it had been all that time from Wednesday since I'd asked him, and written down all he needed to know. Which he'd lost.
I found a company of long standing in the Yellow Pages, which also recycles old stuff. They even continue to use aluminium (in a variety of colours) as well as wood. I have aluminium windows at the moment, but given the environmental disaster in Hungary, and the pollution caused by the manufacture of aluminium, uPVC is beginning to look like the greener option. Wood would be great if, a) I can afford it and b) it doesn't need any upkeep. Painting the wood that remains round my current windows is a perennial nightmare.
Meanwhile, after emailing a letter to the Chairman of Marks and Spencer, I have finally got a call from the tech service department just two weeks after the one I made to them. The young man I spoke to those distant two weeks ago tried to phone me at lunchtime on the Monday (only several hours earlier than I told him I'd be around, and with no attempt to leave a message on the answering machine) and then subsequently had done - nothing! He forgot. Until someone with some clout from Head Office reminded him. Eventually. After only 8 or 10 emails to them and a phone call. And a return phone call they never made.
I asked about the other four or five emails I had sent as a follow-up, none of which he received, says he. Right.
Anyway, the laptop has to go away for a new screen, but just to be safe, I'm copying anything I can think of on to my spare hard drive. They are supposed to collect it on Wednesday from the house where I tutor my young student, but of course, they only do two collection slots - morning or afternoon. My working time being 10am-3pm, you can bet your bottom dollar they will arrive outside the time allotted for its collection.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
The Red Costume
I really think it takes a very brave person dedicated to his art to be filmed in an outfit like this. I love it!
Friday, October 08, 2010
He has sex a lot
Yoohoo! I'm over here!
Folks talk about this being a bad wig. But it follows his hairline perfectly. I think it's his own hair straightened and coloured.
Honestly, it's this this big round!
Yup, it's this long.
Thank goodness Terry Kinney got killed in The Mentalist, 'cos I was getting fed up with seeing him.
Honestly, it's this this big round!
Yup, it's this long.
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