Monthly Archive for March, 2007

Suits you sir..

Who cares where their blood comes from during an operation?

If your kids were dieing and needed blood would you care if it came from a gay man?

 http://petitions.pm.gov.uk/bloodban/

Gay and bisexual men are not allowed to give blood in the UK, I think that’s proposterous. Sign the petition if you agree…

btk

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear…

…which explains how Billie-Jo walked into said mirror.

btk  rolleyes Embarassed

Big Brother is watching you…

It would seem after some enquiries that there is some footage of the Haudagain bump. My insurance reckons if it’s good enough it will prove beyond any doubt that Bazza is a liar!

Great result for my insurance company and also negating any chance of libelling the guy (unless of course he accepts full responsibility before the insurance get the film, then it’s unproven. I, bizarrely, hope he does stick by his story…)

I can officially call him a liar in as many publications as I like. I urge y’all to do likewise!

The best thing is that even if I were to be found at fault it would affect me none as I protected my no claims etc. Did he???…

btk Cheesy

Claiming Charges

I’m currently writing a quick guide on reclaiming your bank charges, so watch this space…

btk

[edit] It’s now up here for those interested. [/edit]

Someone is trying to F*** me and it’s not my girlfriend…

His name is Barry and he lives in Bridge of Don. Barry took it upon himself to run into my car today at the haudagain roonaboot. Barry thinks if he is in a wee mini he can zip round the roundabout in any lane and scoot into any space. Barry’s mini is now fucked up. You can’t share the same space with two cars you see.

Here’s my side of the story, incidentally the truthful side…

I was in lane 2(ahead or right) coming from bucksburn, Barry was in lane 3(right). We both get out at the same time into the roundabout. I horsed it round to my exit(exit 2 towards the town). Barry did likewise hoping for the same exit. I was in the right hand lane of the exit, Barry took the central reservation!

Here’s his story, invented once daddy had popped down for a chat.

Barry was in lane 2. thekid was in fuck knows where, lane 1 i guess. both cars get onto the roundabout at the same time. barry somehow gets in front in his tiny motor. thekid for some reason known only to barry takes barry’s lane on the exit causing barry to both become behind thekid and skelp into him…sideways…

Now here’s the good bit. Some fucker decides that he’ll be a witness for Barry saying I cut him up!!!

I couldn’t believe it when he said he was in my lane! Barry is a lying bastard, I don’t know if he’s actually decent normally until daddy tells him what to do or what but he(or daddy)’s a lying bastard. Why can’t people just accept that everything comes at a cost. He fucked up he pays for it, thats what anyone in business has to do, that’s how I spend my life. I don’t mind taking responsibility and the consequences of my actions. I hate little toe rags lying their way out of responsibility. He’ll go far will Barry, but it won’t be off his own back.

How the hell do you cut someone on your right up on a roundabout? What a load of bollocks. Cops reckon the insurance will fight it out but have pretty much said that since i have no witness I’m shafted.

Lube it up first Barry so it doesn’t sting so much…

btk Pissed Off

Studying in the University of Life.

I hate students, well not all students per sé, but the ones who don’t conform to student stereotypes. Specifically, the ones with cars. Narrowing this down, the ones with cars who decide to take the car to uni and park in the town somewhere. In the town somewhere being School Road. Yes, those students are the ones I hate.

I am a plumber, which brings two key issues relevant to this.

1) I work on the move, not in one, oh I don’t know, university for example.
2) I do physical work, carrying things that are heavy like baths, not just, oh I don’t know, record bags and one folder.

These things mean I prefer to be close to the area I’m working in, in this purely hypothetical situation, School Road. I don’t mind having to cross the road or even park outside the next house down. I don’t however enjoy leaving the postcode and hauling my tools and stuff to the place of work because of bloody students. In my day students were worried about saving the planet and/or screwing something. Shit, why are you people even going to uni before 9am??? Weirdos. Lose the car, buy booze, get laid and leave my parking alone.

In related news, I had occasion to go through the old aberdeen bit of the uni today. I got half stuck behind a bus. I could feel everyone looking at me. Stop watching me!!! Those must have been the planet savers trying to destroy me with their looks. Ok so birds drop out of trees dead as I pass, but it’s my prerogative to drive whatever I want OK!

Bloody students.

If it’s no wan hing it’s another…

Following from and in continuance to the recent spate of health related bloggings I got a call at work today from catty.
“Billy, the childminder phoned, she was at the toddler group with Ash and was dealing with one of the kids while Ash was strapped into her buggy when one of the other mums shouted her. A kid had climbed up onto Ash’s buggy and bit her on the head. Just phoning you so you don’t get a shock when you pick her up. I don’t know how bad the bites are…”

Now, to understand how this made me rage you need to get this. Ashley is possibly the single happiest child ever seen. She is constantly smiling, I mean constantly. If she sees you you are greeted with a huge beaming grin! It’s very charismatic. She is always so happy. [/Doting Dad]

Anyhow, I’m not angry with the childminder, these things happen when you have kids in your care. I have four kids of my own and I know how easy it is for slips to happen. I’m not really angry with the kid either. It’s the kids parents/carers who are to blame for not letting their little bastard learn right from wrong. The phrase “he’s done that to his cousin before” was uttered. *Calming thoughts*

Anyhow, shock at this….

Ash’s Bitemarks 1Ash’s Bitemarks 2Ash’s Bitemarks 3Ash’s Bitemarks 4Ash’s Bitemarks 5Ash’s Bitemarks 6

That’s some assault dont ya think? She’s so happy and trusting to see a kid coming to “play” would have made her excited. Then he did that. Little git. Still, Ash seems to have slept it off and is just as happy this evening.

Thing is, only last week she fell against the tiled hearth and had one god almighty bruise on her napper. Got x-rays taken and everything. I gained ten years. Now she has these head wounds. If we were to get a visit from social services we’d no doubt be placed on some order or other!

Poor kid, still, what doesn’t kill you…

btk

Things That Hurt

Had to take kidthekid the first to the emergency dentist today. Toothache sucks, especially in Aberdeen. If she were back in Kilwinning she(probably wouldn’t have gotten toothache in the first place because she) would be enroled with an NHS dentist. In Aberdeen such a thing is unheard of. I have no idea how this whole dental thing works up here. Can you get dental treatment and use the NHS to pay? I think not, it’s probably more expensive too. I wonder what would happen if doctors went private. We’d all be fucked then.

I am currently driving with no front number plate Shocked!! I may have accidentally smashed into the little pony wall at the (NHS) doctors surgery last week. I had to remove the number plate to repair the bumper. How long do you think I can evade the law??? So far I am on day 7, including a trip down to Ayrshire on days 1 to 3. I saw another motor today in Aberdeen city centre with no number plate, maybe he banged into something too. Pretty bad place for traffic accidents isn’t it… Might be best to not mention this when the HGV thing happens, “Oh that.. It emmm, just fell off mate”…

btk