I am human and I need to be loved...
People are arseholes. Admittedly I have arrived at this conclusion following interactions with my doctor and three people who work in Morrison's, which is not exactly a broad subsection of society from which I can draw a valid judgement, but they are nevertheless the only four people to whom I have spoken all day (bar my mother, and she is convinced that arseholeism is a feature unique to London and if I lived in Somerset everyone would walk around handing out fairy cakes and talking about kittens) so I conclude: people are arseholes.
I am off work with an ear infection, about which my doctor was less than sympathetic. He asked me what the pain was like and I said it was like when you are walking through a strong wind and it makes your ears ache. He looked distinctly unimpressed then said "I've never had that. How odd." I dislike being an oddity, and this was compounded by him deciding he would do my smear test while I was there and then finding something else entirely and asking me incredulously about my sex life, and if it wasn't enough his reminding me I didn't have one anything out of the ordinary, packing me off to a specialist at the Royal Free making me feel like a fourteen-year-old in a GUM clinic, then unceremoniously shooing me out of his office as though I had ruined his entire week by having the gall to turn up to a GP surgery with minor ailments.
As for Morrison's, it apparently takes an hour to make up a prescription (my fault, they implied), and they do not sell gift tags or raspberries, although I recommend their marmite biscuits.
On top of all this it is half-term, which means back-to-back cartoons on tv and not much else. Consequently I am following Rachel's lead and playing Sudoku. "Congratulations!" the online game announces at me when I've finally finished "86% of people who completed this puzzle were faster than you!"
I did however catch a rather scary interview with a US marine talking about a 19-year-old colleague who had been killed in Iraq.
"Well, at least he knew he died to ensure that his parents remained safe and free."
Er...
The interviewer pointed out that Iraq hadn't actually attacked America.
The guy's reply?
"Well, we don't know that. It might have been them."
Following that logic it's high time we invaded Leeds. At least we KNOW the London tube bombers came from there.
Please do post, I am excessively bored...
I am off work with an ear infection, about which my doctor was less than sympathetic. He asked me what the pain was like and I said it was like when you are walking through a strong wind and it makes your ears ache. He looked distinctly unimpressed then said "I've never had that. How odd." I dislike being an oddity, and this was compounded by him deciding he would do my smear test while I was there and then finding something else entirely and asking me incredulously about my sex life, and if it wasn't enough his reminding me I didn't have one anything out of the ordinary, packing me off to a specialist at the Royal Free making me feel like a fourteen-year-old in a GUM clinic, then unceremoniously shooing me out of his office as though I had ruined his entire week by having the gall to turn up to a GP surgery with minor ailments.
As for Morrison's, it apparently takes an hour to make up a prescription (my fault, they implied), and they do not sell gift tags or raspberries, although I recommend their marmite biscuits.
On top of all this it is half-term, which means back-to-back cartoons on tv and not much else. Consequently I am following Rachel's lead and playing Sudoku. "Congratulations!" the online game announces at me when I've finally finished "86% of people who completed this puzzle were faster than you!"
I did however catch a rather scary interview with a US marine talking about a 19-year-old colleague who had been killed in Iraq.
"Well, at least he knew he died to ensure that his parents remained safe and free."
Er...
The interviewer pointed out that Iraq hadn't actually attacked America.
The guy's reply?
"Well, we don't know that. It might have been them."
Following that logic it's high time we invaded Leeds. At least we KNOW the London tube bombers came from there.
Please do post, I am excessively bored...
posted by RLS at 12:38 pm
5 Comments:
I'll post if you reply to my comment on the Pogu mahone thread!
I've replied!
Nice to meet you, by the way. Do I know you, or are you just stopping by?
Px
No I don't know you. I came across your blog whilst searching for information on Mountmellick. I have family that moved from there to Bradford and I work in Camden.
I like your humour so I posted!
Good blog - keep it up.
Thank you! Sounds spookily like my family history - my family moved to Bradford in the 1890s, though I can't imagine why.
Nice to meet you :-)
Px
I won't bore you with the history of Mountmellick but in the early 19th century there was a booming textile industry there. Mountmellick was known as "the Manchester of Ireland" and was connected to the sea by "The Grand Union" canal, that's why there is a place called "The Harbour" in Mountmellick.
When the industry declined, factory workers moved to places like Bradford where industry was booming. I think my family moved there in the 1930's.
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