Category: General

  • Where….

    “where are we?”
    “Why, this is faeces canyon, although the locals call it ‘shit creek’”
    “And this is a row-boat…but where are the paddles…?”
    “Oh, you don’t get any of them, not round here…”

  • It’s all gone a bit pooh

    I don’t quite know how I’m coping. I’m faced with a huge disaster of monsterous proportions. Rebecca’s engine is dead. Dead dead. Not, as I hoped, a bit dead. But seriously, not taking the piss, dead dead dead. Two cylinders are now screwed. The entire cylinder head appears to have been suffering from serious overheating for a long time, hidden by the fact that the one bit of engine that coolant was really flowing through is right by the damn thermometer.

    I need a new engine, and 700 quid is the cost of a rebuilt one, so that is just not going to happen. A second hand engine, from uh, Liverpool, seems to be my best current option – but it’s a 1300 engine (which I’d like) but um, may require work to fit. What the fuck do I do? I don’t know. I’m still panicing if I’m honest. I’ll just have to see what the guys at the MMOC suggest tonight.

  • Ooh, a hailstorm of shit

    I’ve just had a fantastic holiday.

    I spent a gorgeous week in the lakedistrict with my girlfriend. We left last Sunday morning and headed north for Coniston, where we stayed in a gorgeous hostel halfway up a mountain. I had the best time I’ve had for a very long time with the girl I love. I’d love to tell you more about it, and probably will, but right at this moment I’m trying to deal with the hailstorm of shit which started launching itself at me on the way home.

    Car’s engine -> Sick -> Possibly terminal.
    Bank -> Pissed off with me, fucked up a bank transfer to the credit card. Credit card unpaid for most of last month.
    Student Loans company -> Didn’t send me a deferment application. Now about to take money I don’t have.
    Stressed about being a witness in court.
    And in minor miserabilities, the twostroke oil container’s leaked all over the topbox, and the diskbrake’s binding on the MZ. So I’m down to no well vehicles.
    NHS Student grants unit -> Typo on last submission. Won’t get money for at least another 20 days.

  • So fucking angry

    So.

    I’m going to write about my day first; that way I might be substantially calmer by the time I get to writing about the phonecall I just had. So. Spent the day working on the car…. trying to get all the wiring and shit finished before I head over to pick up Trey and head North. (more…)

  • DomestiKate

    Today I are mostly been doing domestic stuff. Sorta.

    I did laundry, hung my bike gear (which I washed last night) out to dry in the gorgeous sunlight, cut the grass (even strimmed the edges), tidied up the gardening equipment, swept the patio (‘cos I’d covered it in grass), hung out my laundry, threw away countless boxes (well, put them in to recycle), tidied the garage, found the camping gear, decked out my ‘garage’ PC (the one which has the stuff on it about servicing the car and is set up to display that and play music) with an MZ logo – and a (more…)

  • The good little citizen.

    I’m broke. No particular change there then. Finally went shopping yesterday, and now 40 quid poorer have an awful lot of food. Mind you, I was nearly 50 quid poorer after the woman at Lidl accidentally charged me for 43 tubes of tomato concentrate instead of 3 tubes…. I thought my bill was ‘a bit steep’.

    Mind, it was higher than normal, ‘cos it was washing powder-liquid and odds and sods buying week; which occurs once every few months. I’d put it off for a while; but finally it came to the point where I felt I should go. So I did.

    This was unfortunate, because being a good little citizen I keep a first aid kit in my car, but I was aware that it was getting near it’s expiry date and I’d pinched various plasters and things from it. So when I saw one for a fiver in Lidl I felt semi-obliged to buy it. I don’t know why I do. I’m just a good little citizen and carry round my First Aid kit, this one is actually really good – and means I can pinch the nearly expired stuff to take mountain walking with me, which is also handy. Unfortuantely, the box is *way* bigger than the last one.

    I’ve also bought a warning triangle, given the mountains I’m going to be traversing are, well, mountainous and twisty, I felt that if Rebecca does decide she’s not in the mood to keep going then I should probably have some means of alerting people prior to encountering us.

    Annnyway. I changed my (not) photo album. It’s here now. And it’s got more photos in it.

  • Down but not out

    Last night’s shift was not good. Not good at all. I can’t go into why, not on here, but suffice to say, it was not good.
    (more…)

  • Camerawork

    I took photos.

    I’m tired now. So I’m going to sleep.

  • It’s dead

    The TV set is dead. Or at least, it’s doing a passable impression.

    Having got it going again with the new line output transistor it, well, killed it. And for good measure decided to explode the line output transformer (although, apparently, it may still work). At any rate, the prospect of it becoming a fixed object is becoming distant. At least to me.

    I might give it one more go. One more *small* go.

    Anyone got a spare lopt for a B.R.C. 8500 chassis? Oh, and a BU208 transistor?

    At any rate, my day has kind not-really-sucked-but been ungood. So, um, yeah. Paid some bills, worked an okay shift. Put 3 films in to be processed; one of which is over a year and a bit old… I really must do better with developing films). Uh hu. So. Yeah. Enough? Good.

  • I should’ve

    I should’ve been working today. I’ve got so much work to do.

    But I started watching the second season of Dead Like Me. It’s such a fantastic series, perhaps because of what’s going on in my life at the moment…. It sucks that it’s been cancelled, but a whole bunch of the second season episodes had me in tears today. Whether they’re tears ‘cos the show’s so damn good or tears for my dad I’m not really sure. Not about all of them.

    It’s very hard.

    Sometimes I’m just numb. And sometimes it hurts so fucking much that all I want to do is curl up and cry.

    I feel like I’m running to catch up the whole time, you know? And… sometimes it’s just hard.