Published on Monday, 23rd April, 2007 .
Took the servers down and as such I’ve had to learn entirely too much SQL than one would deem necessary. Thank god for google caches though! I’m going to backup this thing lots and lots now… not that anyone would have noticed my absence eh… 
The excellent Jyll has gotten me Hot Tamales from the United States. Coolness!! I’ll be texting you tomorrow mate to pick them up!
Ever noticed how when you can’t post for some reason you have lots to put up, then when it’s all good again you can’t remember a damn thing? I hate that. I know I have a bitch about the council to put on here but I can’t be arrised at the moment. Oh and I’m now on day 52 of the no front number plate experiment. NEP kindly informed me it’s a £30 on the spot fine (comments lost with the server meltdown) so doing the maths if I am stopped tomorrow and fined the experiment has cost less than 57p per day. 
Checking my vote rigging post I see the Lib Dems are still in the lead over the SNP with 2 votes to 1. Get voting now!! I have it set to allow one vote per day I think so see how it goes. In my haste to get the poll working I neglected to actually put up both sets of candidates, so I’ll make it that whatever party wins the poll will receive both votes on the “second” paper(s)! Confused? I hope so! lol
btk 
Published on Tuesday, 3rd April, 2007 .
It’s day 32 of the no-front-number-plate test and it was mentioned today by a gaffer at work.
“Ye’ve nae front nummer plate Bill”
The cops don’t seem to care since I’ve passed loads of them with no interest. Hell even on the day of the bump at the haudagain roonaboot the cop said nothing! I wonder what the fine is anyway?
It’s all part of my current spiral of self destruction I think. Today the big boss man said, keep going to those counselling sessions. I missed my last one and haven’t called them back, eerily similar to the way I felt about the sick lines I didn’t go and get. The big boss man tried to pull me up for that too(well a related email sent to wages but meh..) but it came to light that the only reason there was any problem was because one of the gaffers had put in a time-sheet on my behalf against the rules. The big boss man actually said he would have told him to do that anyway and should it happen again he’d encourage that rule bending again! lol management eh. So much for being “team players”. The management team harbour the “them and us” mentality before any of us tool pushers do. I get the feeling that the big boss man would back up his management team under any circumstance over the rest of us numbers.
Still, we aren’t capable of managing ourselves as we aren’t clever enough, a fact patronisingly shown to me by the big boss man, during my telling off for the email previously mentioned in this post, when he told me that “CAPS IN EMAILS IS SHOUTING” - no shit sherlock, I was shouting! (well I was actually going for an emphasis but wrote the email in a web-interface which is not feature rich and I couldn’t be arsed manually entering control codes for bold!)
Stupid bloody office girls take everything personally of course instead of seperating them as a person from them as the face of my employer. Idiots.
Eugh, she’s shouting me to go watch a film so rant over! 
btk
Published on Friday, 23rd March, 2007 .
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 
Published on Saturday, 17th March, 2007 .
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 
Published on Thursday, 15th March, 2007 .
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. 
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.
Published on Thursday, 8th March, 2007 .
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 
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
Published on Friday, 2nd March, 2007 .
Well, I’ve finally signed up for an HGV course. I’ve wanted to drive trucks for years and at last, partly thanks to the needlestick, I’m doing it!
Waiting on my theory test info and stuff, but watch this space…
Innes has already claimed a seat for a road trip. 
I’m just happy at the prospect of wearing a stetson all day! lol
btk
Published on Sunday, 25th February, 2007 .
During my spell away from the keyboard I’ve had a whole list of things to mention, but now sat here I forget most of them.
Re: Junkie bastards… I have my second Hep jag the morra, BRILLIANT!! ha. stoopid needles, you jag yourself once and end up with six more jabs before your cleared. I’ve been off work since it happened, signed off with stress. Me! I’m not what I’d call stressed, i’m not depressed for example, just scared to go back, and well, annoyed that it happened. We aren’t well paid at the council and it’s probably the only plumbing job where you’re likely to come across that stuff. I mean the heroin problem is definitely less in your face when a nice couple from Cults rings you up to fit their bathroom than when you go to rip out a shitey bog in Tillydrone, per sé. The lack of renumeration just makes it more of a pain in the arris. I’m thinking about learning to drive trucks, which is something I’ve always wanted to do anyhow so that’s the plan.
Anyhow, meant to be going back tomorrow, although that’s been knocked on the head with the wee yin having a dose of the squirts, meaning her child minder won’t take her. Eugh.
The van has had a few problems too recently, just spent over £500 sorting a lower swing arm(which is a cast iron affair about 7inches long!) It also had a bit of a transmission niggle where it kept slipping out of gear. I’m missing out the UK in the search for parts this time and importing directly from GM in the states. MUCH cheaper! Hopefully it will be all sorted soon as I reckon we will keep it for a while yet.
I’m having a brain fart atm about the things I meant to write about when I got back in the saddle, still… meh….
btk
