Carrier bag and ID Nazis

Afternoon All,

Bit of a moan today, firstly, I'd written about half my gorgeous blog, and through some freaky Blogger accident, it all went, despite the often saves. :( So expect naughty language.

Anyway, I've got a few things to talk about today, firstly, my local mini-supermarket...Express Supermarket if you will...

How easy is it to put lots of things in 2 seperate carrier bags?

EASY!!!! I used to be a checkout monkey, proud though I am to have served the public in such a great way, I know that it's a piece of piss job. Fucking simples, as the Meerkat on the insurance comparison advert says, simples.

You get to know various tricks of the trade, how to pack bags being one of them. FUCKING SIMPLES! 2, 2 litre bottles of milk, they warrant a bag of their own, not only cos they're heavy, but because they take up most of the space in the bag.

NO. Apparently not. Apparently 2 bottles of milk, 2 litres each, that's 4 litres of milk, can also be crammed in with a bag of sweet and crunchy salad, an onion, a red pepper, cashew nuts and 2 fucking quiches.

I don't mean to swear as much, honestly I don't. But this pissed me off, because I don't drive, and it's about 3/4 of a mile ish to my house from this Express place, that's a long way to walk with 1 carrier bag splitting and straining under the weight and amoutn of shit in the bag. Luckily I had a spare, and my back pack, so all was not lost.

BUT!!! Hark I hear you cry, as I write this and I'm the only one who's read it so far, "Why didn't you ask for another bag?".

I did, but was ignored.

Ig-fucking-nored.

He's NEW! He hasn't even got a fucking shirt. His name tag is a fucking home-made job, and he's already so complacent that he's ignoring customers??? WTF!?!?!?!

BUT that's not to say that they are all like this in there, there are 3 people I can think of who are nice and genuinely friendly, you know those checkout monkeys who you purposfully go for because you know they're nice, even if they have the busiest queue? Better queuing than being served by a miserable bint who, gladly takes the reward point card into their hand but when you hold out your hand to recieve it back....they just put it down on the side. And it's a bit awkward trying to pry the card up off the surface.

Bitches.

Once I thought, I'll catch her out. I'll put the card down so SHE has to pick it up. BUT NO!! She fucking took it out of my hand.

What.

A.

Bitch.

However that's just some of it, I'm 22. I look nearer 30 these days. 3 kids. Full Time work. Walking to and from work (just shy of 2 miles each way) at a Military Establishment.

Sometime I want to buy a couple of bevvies. Have a nice cold lager with my home made prawn curry.

NO!!! NOT ANYMORE!!! APPARENTLY YOU NEED LOOK OVER 25 OR HAVE ID TO GET SERVED IN THIS EXPRESS SHOP NOW!!!

Every little helps? Fuck off.

Bollocks. I mean I look well over 18, quite far over 21, but now it's 25??? "You don't look over 25, you might be under 18." WHAT THE FUCK??? It doesn't make sense. I despair. In this age of recession, I'm being denied a nice cold beer at the end of a long hard week. By people who 1 week ago served me with no questions.

What makes this a particular wrinkle for me is that I don't drive. So I don't carry around a drivers licence. And I'm not gonna take my passport everyday on the offchance I buy a beer.

PHEEEEEEEEEEEW! Rant over.

I apologise. But I'm sure you may have had a giggle here or there.

Anyway, Swine Flu? British troops out of Iraq? Nope and nope.

The most shared news story at the moment on the BBC Website is:

" 'Hot and dry' UK summer forecast "

That's right, we're sharing stories about how the weather is going to be in the summer, in the face of a global pandemic of a potentially fatal bout of the sniffles, and on a landmark day when British Forces withdraw from Iraq.

To be honest I'm smiling from ear to ear. How very British.

I love it, we're discussing and sharing a story about how the weather is gonna be good for bbqs!

"Temperatures are likely to be warmer than average across the UK, topping 30C at times." The Beeb report. "However, they warn that heavy downpours cannot be ruled out."

LMFAO That's right. The BBC with a breaking news story, the summer is likely to be warm, but we cannot rule out heavy rain! Fantastic. Now that is journalism. That is a news story that must be gripping the hearts of the nation.

"Chief meteorologist at the Met Office, Ewen McCallum, said a repeat of the wet summers of 2007 and 2008 is unlikely.

"After two disappointingly wet summers the signs are much more promising this year," he said.

"We can expect times when temperatures will be above 30C, something we hardly saw at all last year." "

So that's what they mean, it's gonna be warmer than the last couple of years, might not be as wet as it was before. Hang on thought what did I read mere moments ago? Can't rule out heavy downpours?

Sounds to me like the Beeb are telling us it's gonna be warmer to put a smile on our faces despite the looming pandemic.

But no, what does BBC Forecaster Laura Tobin say? "It doesn't mean it will be dry. With the heat, we see some very heavy thunder showers and torrential downpours at times."

So the BBC story about the weather is this. It might be warmer, it will probably rain a lot, it might be sunny, but if it is, there will also most likely be rain and thunderstorms as well. But then it might not.

At the end of this news article about the weather, I'm more confused about what the weather will be like.

Anyways, hope you've enjoyed this!

Will speak to you soon!

Toolbox 24

Strange going's on...

Evening All,

All being, me...and Carrie. But who knows, maybe a friend or two might read this?

Anyways, I think a spy approached me today. You know those stero-typical spies, from the movies? "In October, the squirrels often eat nuts for lunch." that kind of spy.

Well this old boy, out of the blue, just said to me, "There'll be steam coming out of the keyhole when you get home, eh?".

What the hell do you say to that??? "Erm, yeah I spose!" I replied to the old geezer, thinking, that will do, that will be the end of it.

"Sometimes, you can put your key in the door, and you can feel the steam."

What. The. Fook.

"Yee-ah, I know." I said, not knowing what the hell to say to the old guy, as I walked that extra couple of paces faster.

I think he might have been a spy. He might have thought that my bag for life with milk and bread in was actually a bag for life with secret documents relating to Tory party scandals...no wait, that stuff just comes from the PM's office. Not me.

Anyway, hoping for good results this weekend, maybe a solid 2-0 win to Leeds against the mighty Tranmere, and be that step closer to securing a Play-Off spot in League One. Only former Leeds players are bogeymen, Ian Moore, hmm maybe it'll be 2-1, with Ian Moore opening the scoring. Delph is out and Beckford is a doubt. I reckon a goal from Howson and one from Robert Snodgrass will see us through though.

Anyways, enough of my rambling predictions. Finished a gruelling, arduous 4 day week at work, but to tell the truth I am absolutely knackered. Bloody late nights at the weekend watching Band of Brothers and playing Football Manager 2009, has set me and Carrie up for a rough week. I think the earliest I've gotten out of bed since going to work this week has been 7.10, meaning that I had 50 minutes to get dressed, sorted and walk to work (just under 2 miles, mostly uphill). So knackered is the right work I think. Yup.

At the moment the number one most shared story on the BBC website, is a story about an airline for pets. No owners. Just pets. Pets? Pets on a plane? Snakes on a Plane? God-damned Snakes on the God-Damned Plane. Why? Why oh why?

"Currently, most pets travelling by air are transported in the cargo hold and are handled as baggage," said Mr Wiese, Co-Founder of Pet Airways. "The experience is frightening to the pets, and can cause severe emotional and physical harm, even death. This is not what most pet owners want to subject their pets to, but they have had no other choice, until now."

So to save the poor doggies and kitties travelling in a cramped cargo hold...they removed the seats of a plane, and replaced them with 3 rows each side of the plane of pet carriers. The small, cramped plastic boxes that you usually take your poorly pet to the vet in. Nice. I know it probably is better, since there are windows to look out of, and probably a stewardess that comes round offering doggy snacks at ridiculously high prices, but let's be fair now, it's gonna be quite the same as travelling with easyjet or RyanAir but with more space for the passengers.

But really, it does sound like a good idea, the only couple of problems I would think of is that are there really going to be enough pets that need travelling to warrant this airline? Really? And also, turbulance...turbulence, however it's spelt, shakes up the plane right? Makes it go all wibbly. All wobbly yeah? Well when these lovely pampered pets of the air take a leak or squeeze out a curly friend in their pet carriers, and the plane goes through turbulance, well. Isn't it going to send rolling all around the pet carriers, and maybe even on the cabin floor? Are these pets gonna get off a long haul flight stinking of piss? Is the plane itself going to stink of piss? Yes. There isn't a second thought about it. After a couple of flights, unless they have a mega deal with Febreze, those planes are gonna stink of piss.

And on that note, I bid you a fond farewell, and will see you later!

Toolbox 24

Out of the Toolbox!

Hello All!

Before I begin, anybody who has stumbled upon this blog thinking it will be filled with DIY tips and hints, and hilarious anecdotes about drilling your ear to the ceiling, think again. I'm Toolbox, a nickname given to me in college, which has absolutely nothing to do with my skills with a wrench or a hammer.

In fact if you want the truth, I can barely use a screwdriver! DIY dunce me.

Oh and the 24 bit, that's my lucky number. Always has been always will be, it's even tattooed on my left ankle.

This blog will just be a place for me to reflect on the world, my family, my friends and my love of computer gaming and anything else that happens to cross my mind in a few idle minutes in front of the computer.

I'm 22 years old, male, with a beautiful fiance, 2 step-sons and a baby daughter. Well I say baby, she's more of a toddler now. Walking around singing "Dindle dindle dindle star, how I der what you waa!". Either that or moaning at everyone. "MUUUUM!", "What honey?"..."MUUUUUM!".

I'm a Civil Servant, and part-time gaming fanatic. However the thought of a part-time fanatic is quite weird, like a fanatical suicide bomber who isn't going to blow up a bus because his shift ended 10 minutes ago and he ain't working past 3pm. No way, no how.

Actually the whole not working past a certain time reminds me of some people I used to work with a couple of years ago. No matter how much work was left to be done, or how many customers were in the store, they would be out the door. Or if they did stay on for 15 minutes extra, they'd bitch and moan about it the rest of the week.

Anyway, I digress. Going back to the love of gaming, I have recently purchased a new PC, which replaces my old PC which was bought when I was 17, and in my first year of College, at Suffolk College in Ipswich. I also own an XBOX360, which is fantastic. People moan about the noise, or the red-rings, but I would still pick it over the PS3 any day.

But that may well be a reason to blog another day.

I also support Leeds Utd FC, who are currently slumming it in League One. In the Play-Offs at the moment, and looking good for promotion. Just as long as we don't do what we usually do and fluff up at the end. (Doncaster and Watford? Anybody?)

But that's enough from me for the moment, I'll probably post again soon, when my brain is more active and ready for blogging!

Toodley Pipski!

Toolbox24