Wednesday, 28 May 2008
In the changing rooms later there was a furore as apparently one of the other swimmers had asked the ladies to move over. This had not gone down too well and the ladies were incensed as they didn't think this particular swimmer was any quicker than them! There then followed a 10 minute discussion on lane etiquette!
How different it was in 1956!
"To open a banking account you need ready cash (banks welcome even a few pounds) and the name of a sponsor. New clients are asked to sign the Bank's signature book or cards, to give their address, and the name and address of someone whom the Bank can apply for a reference. In some cases two references are required."
(it then goes on to explain who can be a sponsor, what they must write and how long it will take to check everyone's credentials!) It concludes by saying:
"We may add that when you get to see the manager of the Bank for the first time-for all new clients are introduced to him- this is not the moment to bring up the subject of a very small overdraft"
I have never met my Bank manager and any contacts I have had with my bank in recent years have been on the phone (when I am usually told that no one can help as I can't remember my password) or through the virtual cyberspace banker!
Monday, 26 May 2008
However, not all is bad. On Saturday Ian decided to try his first ocean swim in preparation for his first attempt at a triathlon. He donned his wetsuit for the first time, spoke to the life guard, who was probably a teenager, or not far off and set off into what was a very rough sea. I thought he looked like he was relaxing but after a while the life-guard noticed that he wasn't going anywhere fast and started to dispatch a fellow guard into the ocean. Fortunately at this point Ian managed to swim to the shore and landed on the beach tired and with a bit of a battered ego but basically OK. After getting his breath back we went to speak to the lifeguard and thanked him for his attention and for looking out for Ian. He was polite, concerned and matter-of- fact about it all and seemed quite pleased that we had thanked him. On the window of the station there was an add for a lifeguard offering the grand salary of £6.50 per hour. Too little for such work I think.
Swearing. Stronger grow the words that fall from the prettiest lips. And the people who mind most are men. If a woman wants to preserve an air of delicacy she must forgo the use of the earthiest expletive she knows.
Since there is a large slice of the population which is genuinely shocked by bad language, the most considerate people trim their language to the company.
People who suppose that public opinion allows the modern girl to say just what she likes when she likes should remember that the furore created by Bernard Shaw's 'Not bloody likely' in Pygmalion was only equalled by the furore created when Sir Gerald Kelly said 'Bloody good' on TV over 40 years later.
My, how times have changed! On Saturday Ian and were woken up at 5 a.m. by his neighbour Chaverley having an argument with a female guest. It went something like this
" ... Bang, crash, bang..F*ck off..No you f*ck off..No you f*ck off you f*ucking c*nt..Bang, thump, bang thump.... go home you f*cking slag.."
and after at least 45 minutes of this the guest left in taxi wearing a boxing glove!
Friday, 23 May 2008
Last night I came to Ian's by public transport. I walked to the bus stop and waited 35 minutes for a bus to take me into town (at a cost of £1.70), the train took over 2 hours, involved 2 changes and cost £25, and then Ian had to come and pick me up from the station (or I had a 30 minute walk). All in all it took 3 hours door to door and by car it takes 1.5 hours and costs about £15 in petrol! I have little incentive to care for the environment!
Thursday, 22 May 2008
Tuesday, 20 May 2008
I flew to Limerick with Ryan air. The cabin crew consisted of Agata, Betina and Olgar and the pilot was called Sergi. The hotel receptionist was called Karlof and the waiters were Boris, Stephan and Hans. The cleaners and pool attendants were Kristina, Lena and Gretle. Limerick is a multi-cultural city! My taxi driver from the airport was called Mickey MacHoy. Unfortunately I found Mickey's accent quite hard to follow so we were limited to a conversation about the expansion of Tesco's and Homebase all over Ireland. I glanced carefully at Mickey's picture displayed on his dashboard. Mickey had definitely not aged well since that picture was taken!
Sunday, 18 May 2008
Saturday, 17 May 2008
George Tailor (Brightside University)
George Tailor is Reader in Sociology and Social Philosophy and Centre Director of the Centre for Research Ethics and Ethical Deliberation. His main research interests are in ethical thinking, sexual ethics and radical theories and politics.
Of course this created a lively controversial debate over the intranet with each person including a duplicate copy of the original email in their reply; thus ensuring that the potentially offensive statement was repeated over and over! The funniest reply was this:
I went home last night and looked at my cat Treacle with new eyes.....then thought NO WAY!
The final email came from computer services requesting that the
discussion be removed from the Internet and placed on the discussion forum!
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Tuesday, 13 May 2008
Monday, 12 May 2008
Wednesday, 7 May 2008
Monday, 5 May 2008
Sunday, 4 May 2008
Mr and Mrs Robbin also came to say hello as we were digging in the garden. As they are incredibly territorial if they could have pecked our eyes out I'm sure they would have done!
After Ian had dug up the ivy that had been growing all over a hedge a wood pigeon decided that the old roots would make a nice nest and flew off into the nearby tree with several bits.
As well as these there are also several very pretty great tits that fly around here. Although I am much more country based I have far fewer small birds there; just many jackdaws and seagulls !Probably because we have too many cats!
Post script: We renamed chaffinch chav-finch due to his aggressive tendencies. IE; butting his head against his enemy until it hurts and he has to stop. We can just imagine him saying "Oy! You looking at my bird!"
Thursday, 1 May 2008
I think that when I am her age I will probably be exactly the same as her so I guess we must just learn to allow her to make her own decisions at this stage in her life, and accept them, even if they are not the ones that we want her to make.
(Funny, until I started writing this entry I could not see it so clearly)