Filed: This Life

El Telly

Amid the hurly-burly of January, I didn’t tell you about the telly. I mentioned at the end of the year that our washing machine had gone to the the Great White Go(o)d in the sky to be replaced with a new one, plus a dryer much to Mrs P’s delight. This was followed by the Dyson which entering its senior years developed memory loss and forgot how to suck.

Again it was covered by one of those useless insurance policies that brought out a mechanic to coax the old dear into life and parcel a few days later containing a new set of wheels that I had to fit myself. (Should I send them a bill?) The buggers didn’t even match, the colour scheme on our ancient model totally out of stock. So we bought a new one with the vigour of youth to sweep up anything more than a dog hair’s weight off the carpet. Read more ›››

Fiestaval

Me and Mrs P aren’t really equiped for life in foreign climes. It isn’t the heat or the language barrier that’s the problem (or even what happens if you get sick in the sun, according to Trevor McDo-nut) it’s just that we’re not very good at haggling like you’re supposed to do in those Latin places.

Take yesterday. We went to the local Ford dealer to see about a new car for me. Read more ›››

Matchstick Men (and Women)

A graphic designer friend of ours (well more Mrs P’s really) is quite a talented artist and the other day she got a call out of the blue from the BBC asking if she would take part in a new programme.

“The concept is to recreate well-known paintings,” trilled the woman from the Beeb. “With Rolf Harris fronting. We take some local artists to the same viewpoint as a famous one and let them paint it today, in this instance Piccadilly Gardens by L.S. Lowry.” (See above) Read more ›››

Chemistry

I heard on the radio tonight that performance enhancing drugs are more common than marijana and other mind-altering stuff. So where are they? The former, not the latter, which comes as a freebie for our kids if the Daily Mail is to be believed. That and gambling, which I doubt.

But where are the real drugs? I get plenty of offers for Viagra and Cialtis (which sounds like an itcy, irritating and personal disease) but that is spam, so what’s the real deal? Read more ›››

Who Gives You Less-tra

I heard on the radio tonight that performance enhancing drugs are more common than marijana and other mind-altering stuff. So where are they? The former, not the latter, which comes as a freebie for our kids if the Daily Mail is to be believed. That and gambling, which I doubt.

But where are the real drugs? I get plenty of offers for Viagra and Cialtis (which sounds like an itcy, irritating and personal disease) but that is spam, so what’s the real deal? Read more ›››

Recorded for Training Purposes

If you’ve ever had to contact your broadband provider’s technical support, you’ll empathise with this one. Read more ›››

Inventions

I was watching Corrie tonight and in one scene there was a typically arcane discussion about what is man’s (and women’s) greatest invention. Cab driver, Steve, unsurprisingly thought that it was the windscreen wiper, although that rather entails the invention of the affordable motor car as a precursor which could be considered a downside under the present environmental circs. Read more ›››

White Goods

Have you come across those insurance policies that you can take out on household appliances? Not the ones they try and stiff you with at Currys or Comet, but the private ones that promise to repair them when they break down and to replace them if they are unrepairable in exchange for a small monthly payment. If you’ve been tempted, don’t bother — they’re rubbish. Read more ›››