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» Road Trip
Bristol to Dublin on nowt
As a teenager I once htch-hiked to Dublin to raise money for CLIC.
I didn't really fancy it, but my best mate's gf was dead keen and he bottled it at the last minute, so I stepped in.
I had precisely £30 to last the estimated 2 day journey, much of which went on tabs and pasties before we even left Avon.
On our trip we met a fantastic bunch of people, but to keep it short I'll only relate a couple of tales, viz:
Bert, who not only got us free transit on the ferry by letting us hop in his car but told us a fantastic story. He was on his way to Eire to meet his first true love. He had left her behind in the company of his best mate while he went off to fight in WW2 (best mate had flat feet or smth). He was wounded in Europe and captured as a POW, but officially listed as KIA. After a year or two of mourning his gf ended up very close with best mate and they married. After the war Bert was released, and on his way back home met a lovely Belgian woman, who he brought back to the UK and married.
The two couples remained close and regularly spent time together, Bert in Cornwall and his ex in Eire with best mate. As the years passed Bert's wife passed on and he spent more and more time with the other couple. It became clear that his original lady still had feelings, but they couldn't do anything about it for obvious reasons. Then one day best mate passed on too. Bert had picked us up on the way to a) mourn his friend, but also b) move in with his original beau. The car was full of his worldly possessions and he was very philosophical about losing a friend but finally being with his first love.
Second amazing lift came from a couple of Irish guys who drove at least 150 miles out of their way to drop us at a convenient place for hitching. They were on their way to their kid sister's funeral. When they heard we were raising money for CLIC they gave us a carton of tabs, a flask of tea and a load of sarnies. Turns out she died of leukemia and they were happy someone was raising money for it. They were awesome.
Length? About 300 miles
(Sat 16th Jul 2011, 21:39, More)
Bristol to Dublin on nowt
As a teenager I once htch-hiked to Dublin to raise money for CLIC.
I didn't really fancy it, but my best mate's gf was dead keen and he bottled it at the last minute, so I stepped in.
I had precisely £30 to last the estimated 2 day journey, much of which went on tabs and pasties before we even left Avon.
On our trip we met a fantastic bunch of people, but to keep it short I'll only relate a couple of tales, viz:
Bert, who not only got us free transit on the ferry by letting us hop in his car but told us a fantastic story. He was on his way to Eire to meet his first true love. He had left her behind in the company of his best mate while he went off to fight in WW2 (best mate had flat feet or smth). He was wounded in Europe and captured as a POW, but officially listed as KIA. After a year or two of mourning his gf ended up very close with best mate and they married. After the war Bert was released, and on his way back home met a lovely Belgian woman, who he brought back to the UK and married.
The two couples remained close and regularly spent time together, Bert in Cornwall and his ex in Eire with best mate. As the years passed Bert's wife passed on and he spent more and more time with the other couple. It became clear that his original lady still had feelings, but they couldn't do anything about it for obvious reasons. Then one day best mate passed on too. Bert had picked us up on the way to a) mourn his friend, but also b) move in with his original beau. The car was full of his worldly possessions and he was very philosophical about losing a friend but finally being with his first love.
Second amazing lift came from a couple of Irish guys who drove at least 150 miles out of their way to drop us at a convenient place for hitching. They were on their way to their kid sister's funeral. When they heard we were raising money for CLIC they gave us a carton of tabs, a flask of tea and a load of sarnies. Turns out she died of leukemia and they were happy someone was raising money for it. They were awesome.
Length? About 300 miles
(Sat 16th Jul 2011, 21:39, More)
» The Police II
Traffic cops
Not so long ago ( recent enough that i should be ashamed of myself) I was walking home about 2am through the studenty bit of Bristol. Surrounded by students. They were hammered, as was I, and in the general spirit of petty larceny present at that time of night in said place i thought it would be a WICKED idea (as a 27 year old business manager) to swipe a mini traffic cone from the side of the road and take it home as a souvenir.
About a hundred yards down the road a cop car pulled up by the side of the road and the constable leaned out of the window to ask... 'is that yours?' I toyed with snappy replies for a moment and then said,'er, no, i just picked it up, shall i put it back?', like a decent member of the community.
'Oh, yes', says plod. Now, since he was on the same side of the road in a car I expected him to drive on and leave me to it, at which point he pulled a U-ey and gave me the slowest, most embarrassing police escort back to the roadworks you've ever seen, while Bristol Uni's finest staggered past giving me almighty abuse.
Like they've never done it.
(Sat 7th May 2011, 2:10, More)
Traffic cops
Not so long ago ( recent enough that i should be ashamed of myself) I was walking home about 2am through the studenty bit of Bristol. Surrounded by students. They were hammered, as was I, and in the general spirit of petty larceny present at that time of night in said place i thought it would be a WICKED idea (as a 27 year old business manager) to swipe a mini traffic cone from the side of the road and take it home as a souvenir.
About a hundred yards down the road a cop car pulled up by the side of the road and the constable leaned out of the window to ask... 'is that yours?' I toyed with snappy replies for a moment and then said,'er, no, i just picked it up, shall i put it back?', like a decent member of the community.
'Oh, yes', says plod. Now, since he was on the same side of the road in a car I expected him to drive on and leave me to it, at which point he pulled a U-ey and gave me the slowest, most embarrassing police escort back to the roadworks you've ever seen, while Bristol Uni's finest staggered past giving me almighty abuse.
Like they've never done it.
(Sat 7th May 2011, 2:10, More)
» The Best / Worst thing I've ever eaten
Pot Pourri
I was spannered enough to mistake it for a bowl of savoury snacks. 20 years later I can still taste it
(Sun 29th May 2011, 0:16, More)
Pot Pourri
I was spannered enough to mistake it for a bowl of savoury snacks. 20 years later I can still taste it
(Sun 29th May 2011, 0:16, More)
» Bizarre habits
Music of doom
I have a few superstitious habits, only the usual stuff with ladders and magpies and guff like that, but I have one bad luck ritual that really pisses me off, I just can't shake it off.
I love music, all kinds but mostly various types of metal. I find now and again I'll hear a new tune, or pick up a CD by a band I've not heard before and LOVE it. Play it all the time, on my MP3 player, in the car, on the stereo. Then, usually within 48 hours of first hearing it, something crappy will happen (could be fairly minor, but always beyond my control). At this point I know that any time I hear that tune/band I will always have a bit of bad luck.
I know this is a load of tosh, but nonetheless I can't take the chance that today I listen to Joe Satriani and end up getting sideswiped while I'm driving to work, or tomorrow I listen to one specific Slayer album and then pick up my P45 (and these are the least I imagine, often something worse could be in the pipeline).
It annoys the bejesus out of me cos I love some of these tunes, and I know it's irrational but I CAN'T TAKE THE CHANCE IT MIGHT ALL BE TRUE.
On another note it's nice to see that just about everyone has some weird ritual, maybe that's what normality is. Thanks for listening
(Tue 6th Jul 2010, 23:20, More)
Music of doom
I have a few superstitious habits, only the usual stuff with ladders and magpies and guff like that, but I have one bad luck ritual that really pisses me off, I just can't shake it off.
I love music, all kinds but mostly various types of metal. I find now and again I'll hear a new tune, or pick up a CD by a band I've not heard before and LOVE it. Play it all the time, on my MP3 player, in the car, on the stereo. Then, usually within 48 hours of first hearing it, something crappy will happen (could be fairly minor, but always beyond my control). At this point I know that any time I hear that tune/band I will always have a bit of bad luck.
I know this is a load of tosh, but nonetheless I can't take the chance that today I listen to Joe Satriani and end up getting sideswiped while I'm driving to work, or tomorrow I listen to one specific Slayer album and then pick up my P45 (and these are the least I imagine, often something worse could be in the pipeline).
It annoys the bejesus out of me cos I love some of these tunes, and I know it's irrational but I CAN'T TAKE THE CHANCE IT MIGHT ALL BE TRUE.
On another note it's nice to see that just about everyone has some weird ritual, maybe that's what normality is. Thanks for listening
(Tue 6th Jul 2010, 23:20, More)
» Good Advice
My colleague (and best mate) told me this when I was junior staff...
...good in the workplace but still applies anywhere else
If you're nervous meeting someone vastly senior/more important (I was meeting the managing director) just remember:
"they still have to sit down when they're having a shit"
also, imparted at the same time, "you can tell a lot about someone by their shoes". I don't think this one is so accurate but the MD was wearing shitty grey vinyl slip-ons with cracks up the side. Company was sold off within a year.
(Sun 23rd May 2010, 21:32, More)
My colleague (and best mate) told me this when I was junior staff...
...good in the workplace but still applies anywhere else
If you're nervous meeting someone vastly senior/more important (I was meeting the managing director) just remember:
"they still have to sit down when they're having a shit"
also, imparted at the same time, "you can tell a lot about someone by their shoes". I don't think this one is so accurate but the MD was wearing shitty grey vinyl slip-ons with cracks up the side. Company was sold off within a year.
(Sun 23rd May 2010, 21:32, More)