Wednesday 23 January 2013

Wednesday

Worked all day, doing one of those jobs that requires a lot of client feedback and for them to supply important material - which they don't - so a job that's budgeted for one day, takes five. Gritting my teeth... a lot.

Went into Oxfam and bought a stack of great books. The girl on the till was about 14, several had no price so she cheerfully made them up. There were two men in there who vaguely knew each other in passing, and couldn't really avoid each other - after a slightly stilted conversation which eventually revealed that they were both over 50 and both unemployed - the ice thawed and they started talking about really dull stuff, and then Monty Python - finally settling on Ronnie Barker and a lot of ( probably fictional ) trivia, in the end they acted out the complete 'Fork Handles" sketch - in loud voices. I had to leave.

Have had a letter from my bank, wrapped up in the 'good news' marketing speak - it Herald's some 'exciting' changes to my bank account - it's VERY difficult to follow, but essentially - I'm going to be getting a much worse service, with very little to recommend it - and will probably be paying more to get much, much less. It includes the immortal line 'of course, if you are unhappy with these changes, you can always close your account, FREE OF CHARGE' - sheesh, thanks for reminding me who got into this mess in the first place - you utter cunts.

I have mentioned a particularly SHIT piece of new building along the road from me - an old Victorian pub knocked down to make sheltered accommodation ticky-tacky boxes - 5 floors of assisted living flats, really cheap and shoddy building, been open about 6 weeks. They put the scaffolding back up today - it looks like it's falling down already. You could tell it was a piece of shit because they put up an illuminated sign over the door that had been typeset in the computer default font, nobody cares about anything anymore.

In Hastings, a beautiful old Victorian shopfront opposite the shopping centre has been torn out today - a sign shows that it's going to be another 'News and Booze' shop - there are hundreds of them already - all empty, all with bright neon lights, all full of alcohol and cigarettes.

David Cameron can just fuck off. There. I said it.

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