What is wrong with the top copy...

So while I was at work on Sunday just after we'd opened up and I'd spent the last hour filling all the Sunday papers with all their magazines (that's right, if you buy a Sunday paper with a shed load of magazines then some poor sod has had to fill each and everyone of them...in this case me) and left them looking very presentable I was slightly perplexed and annoyed when customer came and messed up my display. This may seem petty to you and it probably is but this was 8am on a Sunday morning so I was still in sleep/grumpy mode but I was getting quite annoyed at the apparent disregard for all my hard work. It wasn't the fact they were buying the papers, I mean that's what they're there for, it's why I spend so much time filling them; so they can be bought. No the thing that was really grating on me was the way in which they were being ruined. I make sure that when I put the papers out I put the crumpled copy (there's generally always one misfit in the bunch) towards the back of the pile so you only get that one if you're late in the day or more often than not so it doesn't get bought at all. Basically so if you're an early riser and you come for your morning paper there's a nice uncrumpled copy for you to choose from so I don't expect customers to rifle through the papers and pull out one from the middle of the pile or five back. Or if you are going to do that then I definitely don't expect you to leave them looking shoddy. I mean what is wrong with the top copy...why do so many people choose to ignore that top copy, it's not going to bite them, it's exactly the same as the half crushed one they are so adamant to have. Someone hasn't come along and urinated all over the first copy of every paper, it's exactly the same. Surely common sense suggests it's easier and less effort to just take the top copy? Surely? I can understand it to an extent if you were buying something like milk and you wanted the longest date possible, fine there I will accept if you're going to get the milk right at the back (unless someone has failed to rotate the stock properly in which case the joke is on those riflers who will go to all that effort for the lesser date) but this isn't milk, these are newspapers we are talking about. Something that is exactly the same no matter where and when during the day you buy it...apart of course from that one copy I found that had a different back page to the others. It was the Sunday morning after the David Hay/Dereck Chisora fight and every page back of this particular paper was covering that apart from the last copy which ran with a story about the Newcastle captain Fabricio Coloccini which was obviously the back up story in case the fight the night before was either a damp squib or ran too late into the night for the presses to run with it. As it happened I took that paper home with me because I was far more interested in the football story than the fight but anyway in normal circumstances every paper will be the same as the last one. So I go back to my original point; what on earth is wrong with the top copy? I was even tempted to leave a note in the top copy for that brave soul who took one for the team and took that dreaded top copy...but by this point I had woken up a bit and my sleep/grumpy attitude had been shrugged off slightly and doing that seemed far too much effort for something so trivial.

This is an issue that I'm sure will have puzzled newspaper retailers for years and may be one of those unanswerable questions (primarily because nobody actually cares) and I am happy for those people to take which ever paper they wish...as long as they leave my display looking nice and tidy...otherwise they will get a glare and maybe...just maybe even a tut. You have been warned!

Just as a side note, the publishing of this blog was delayed slightly due to the phone ringing and it being another bloody cold call causing the internet to be lost momentarily.

So that's it...

It's all over, just over two weeks ago we were all nervous (yes I'm including everyone in this no matter how much you disliked the Olympics) as to how London and Britain would cope with the pressure of hosting the Olympic games. All in all I think it was a rousing success from almost every stand point, the organisation as far I'm aware was well dealt with, the crowds were all enthusiastic especially for the ones who didn't win (although not surprising as we are usually the ones in that position) and the athletes themselves all did very well for Britain.

Right from the word go we marked our intent for these games with the opening ceremony that was brilliantly British right from the way it was performed to the message it sent out to the rest of the world. It basically stuck two fingers up to other opening ceremonies and said this is Britain, if you know our culture you'll understand this, if not then tough to you. Then came the start of the events and we were all talking about certain athletes performing well and then being disappointed when they weren't able to deliver and the obvious shocks and surprises when those who weren't expected to, did deliver. Now I'm fine with the athletes who were expected to win but didn't they obviously tried their hardest but on the day it just wasn't good enough or someone else just performed better but what did annoy me was the amount of times I heard 'Well they've had a disrupted training regime what with the injury they had.' I'm sorry but what athlete hasn't incurred an injury at some point or other, it seemed to be the bog standard excuse for why we didn't win. Sometimes you just have to take your hat off to the opponent and say well done not oh well I would have won but I twisted my ankle three years ago and I missed three days of training which meant you won instead. I'm not blaming this one on the athletes in the slightest this one is aimed at the commentators who couldn't avoid saying it if we didn't win. Yes I'm sure most of them did have an injury that hampered their training but it won't have been the excuse for all of them. Thankfully we did far better than anyone expected us to so this wasn't used half as much as it could have been.

That really is my only grumble at what has been a great couple of weeks for me being able to watch the Olympics from nine in the morning until about midnight and of course within this time slot came the brilliant little show called 'Olympics Tonight' with Gabby Logan. I dunno why but this programme had me hooked from one of the first times it was on. It wasn't the fact that it primarily celebrated British success, it was more the live nature of it and the cheesy links to different features of the show. Even the way they introduced the guests was fantastic, using the old Superstars start theme...you just knew it was going to be a show you didn't want to miss. Then came the interviews with the winning athletes from the day and the delay from the questions to the answer, it was like the interview from Mike Bassett when he's in Rio funnily enough when Gabby was interviewing him...maybe it's just her interviewing technique? Whatever it was about this programme I never wanted to miss is and I think whoever came up with the idea was a genius especially if they suggested to do everything live.

Over the last two weeks there have been highs and there have been lows and unfortunately one of the lows for me was the closing ceremony, maybe we'd set the bar too high but for me and I might be alone in thinking this but it just didn't live up to the success of the rest of the games. It definitely had it's moments of quality but they were just too few and far between. It was as if we'd spent our budget on the three main acts then panicked realising they would take up at most fifteen minutes between them. There are two moments from the closing ceremony that really did make me laugh and neither of them were planned. First was Boris, the illustrious Mayor of London, really jigging away to the Spice Girls and second was probably the best and most unexpected moment. It was during the marathon medal ceremony when Lamine Diack had been tasked with handing out the flowers or posies as one commentator quite rightly named them. Everyone else who has had this job has delicately picked them up by their stems and graciously handed them over but this wasn't the way Lamine was going to do it, oh no. He picked them up like a football or a potato or something, he grabbed them by their heads and practically threw them at the athletes basically saying what we're all thinking: what is the point in this things? When he was told he'd be involved in the medal ceremony I bet his heart jumped at the chance to hand over the medals then this would have been shattered when he was told no you're handing over the flowers. Well he definitely made his feelings very clear about what he thought of that job much to my and sure a lot of other people's amusement.

I'm going to leave you merry people now as I'm sure I've taken up far too much of your time through you reading this but I just couldn't avoid writing at least one blog about the Olympics in London...I mean as so many people have said 'It's a once in a lifetime experience.'

Perfect day!

For some unknown reason I woke up this morning just feeling good and had a real hankering to listen to the song 'Perfect Day' so as I write this that song is blasting (well not quite blasting but hey) out of my laptop. It might be because it's the fourth or fifth sunny day on the trot and summer may well be sticking around for another couple of days before the rain hits again or there might be other reasons, who knows...

Talking of the weather reminds me of how cynical some people are...they complain about the seemingly endless rain and want the sun more than anything then when they actually get it...oh it's too hot...why do people want the middle so much. Going from one extreme to another is one of the joys of living in England, if it was the same weather all day everyday it'd get very boring. I say this more to convince myself of enjoying the varying weather but if you think about it it's true...to an extent. Saying that though I would be more than happy to have boring but very sunny weather all the time...

Going back to listening to songs, I recently took part in a 'retro day' which is basically a day where you play all the games from when you were younger and it's funny how quickly the theme songs or backing tunes for those games make you remember so much about them. You just have to listen the first few bars and you're instantly back in the game as if you'd never stopped playing it. It's the same with the cd I'm listening to in my car, I was listening to it when I first bought the car and I'm automatically transported back to that time (admittedly it was just last year but still).

I feel I should leave you fine people to carry on with your day now and if you're reading this and you have the sun then go out and enjoy it much like I intend to do...

Geronimo....It's arrived...Huzzah!!

I thought it high time I gave everyone an update on what is happening with me right now. I'm sure you're all sat on the edge of your seats waiting with baited breath to see what new clap trap I can bore you all with and if you're not then I commend you on your patience and sanity. 

I don't really have anything major to update you on really although I would like to make a slight perception from what I've heard about my last posting. I don't hate charities, I was merely pointing out that the charity in question could have been putting their money to better use. Now that is out of the way we can carry on with this new and fresh post...again I still have nothing major in mind to tell you all about...or do I?

Well in fact I do because this Saturday I am performing once again, I will be stood in the middle of a field pretending to be a witch (in an awesome cape...seriously the best item of fashion available to buy), Romeo (in a green shirt that makes me look like I'm attempting to play Peter Pan a few months early) and Theseus (in a woman's shirt size 18 that apparently reveals too much of my chest...must work on my cleavage!). For those of you that are astute and down with the works of the Bard I am performing extracts of Shakespeare's plays with The Offord Players (TOPS). They are taking a big risk with this performance...not least because they have entrusted me to be in it but mainly because we are attempting to do it outside in this the worst British Summer since records began (n.b. the records I am referring to are my own personal ones, I do not know whether this weather is officially the worst on record, it may well be but I don't want the met office ringing me up to say 'Oi, the worst official summer was the summer of 1931, there was extra 3cms of rainfall that year'...mainly because that would be a bit pointless and a massive waste of time on their part). So anyway this Saturday head down to Offord Primary School at 6pm for a night of joyous celebrations ending with a luxury BBQ...that's right you heard a luxury BBQ...not just some old bod crouching over a disposable BBQ. For the princely sum of just £5 plus £5 for the BBQ you can have a greatly enjoyable evening.

I know what a few of you may be thinking at this point...what on earth does my plug for people to come and watch 'Walk with the Bard' this Saturday from 6 at Offord Primary School before moving onto the millennium green and then back to the school for the luxury BBQ for the sum of just £5 have to do with the title of this blog? Well...isn't it obvious? It has absolutely nothing to do with anything, it was literally just a collection of words I decided to put together, partly because I like them and partly to sate your interest slightly. Talking of which, the luxury BBQ after 'Walk with the Bard' this Saturday will be made all the more luxurious by the little acronym BYOB which for those of you are only down with the Bard and not down with the lingo (Language for those same people) BYOB means bring your own bottles (and I mean plural) to enable you to drink the night away into merriment and drunkenness. It's what I shall be doing.

Anyway I feel I have wasted enough of your time now so I shall bid you adieu, adieu, adieu and leave moonshine and lion to bury the dead (references that will become clear if you come this Saturday at 6 to Offord Primary School to watch 'Walk with the Bard'). Enjoy the rest of your week and if you are free to come this Saturday I can guarantee you shall not be disappointed and if you are then just bring more bottles to forget about it.

I'm all for promotion but this is too much...surely.

So, probably about nine months to a year ago we get a knock at the door and I answer it to a man stood there with a clipboard. All I can really remember about him was how confident he was stood on our doorstep trying his hardest to get us to give a donation to a well known charity organisation. He did everything to convince us and in the end we said we'd donate online just because you can never be too sure who is actually stood on your doorstep. Not that for one second we thought he had come for any other reason than to raise money for the well known charity organisation but it's just a bit safer if you go to them to donate as opposed to the other way round. So we put in a donation and it asks for home address etc for any further correspondence from the well known charity organisation which we were happy to supply. Well putting down our address for correspondence was just the start of it.

For the last nine months to a year roughly once a month we have received a letter from them and in every single one of them they have given us at least one free gift per letter. These gifts range from pens to personalised return address stickers to greetings cards to stickers to badges to seeds for the garden...I think the only thing they've forgotten to send us is the kitchen sink. I can see why they are doing it to an extent; they are trying to raise awareness of themselves and get other people to donate to them as well but surely their money would be better spent elsewhere. I know they will have a marketing budget and I'm sure they won't be using any of the money donated for advertising and marketing but surely if they sent half as many free gifts they would be able to spend more money where it was really needed. I'm sure it doesn't cost much to say chuck in a free sheet of personalised address labels lets say 10p a sheet? But they've sent about five to us now so that's 50p to us and if they're sending these letters out to everyone who's ever donated to them...don't forget we've only donated the once and I'd have thought they have at least two hundred thousand people who have ever donated to them so if you work it out the numbers start to add up. And that's just on the personalised address labels, let's not forget everything else they've sent out...Like I said I'm happy for them to try and promote themselves but there has to be a point where you think wouldn't this money be better spent elsewhere? It might be working very well for them and if their promoting brings in lots of extra charity money then great but from personal experience it hasn't brought them anything extra by sending the free gifts here. That might just be that we are heartless people and we're not proactive enough to take advantage of the free gifts and use them to spread the word of this well known charity organisation...maybe sending the free gifts is saving the cost of paying people to go door to door to try and persuade others to donate? I don't know but what I do know is that the free gifts haven't done anything to persuade me to donate again...if anything it's put me off donating to them again because it just puts a slight doubt in the mind as to where the money actually goes.

I'm sure the donations do go where they are supposed to and I have no doubts over the work and effort put in by this organisation but I think they have gone slightly over the top with the amount of freebies they send through. Just think of the amount they could save if they sent an email instead of a letter...but then would anyone pay attention to an email...perhaps about as much attention to what they pay to a letter...

Life is...

Pretty good for me at the moment, I'm in the final stages of rehearsing for my first acting opportunity in about two and a half years (Guys and Dolls at the Burgess Hall in St Ives 29th-31st May...contact me if you want tickets or go to the website  http://www.simads.co.uk/ticket_sales.html (plug over)) I've just finished the first year of my masters apart from one final deadline and everything seems to be going my way at the moment. It got me thinking though, do you find, as I do, that if it's going well for one person then it's not going as well for someone else, it's almost as if two people can't have it going all their own way at the same time? Or Maybe I'm just using a couple of examples as the majority and totally generalising? 

I do like to generalise things, it makes them so much easier to analyse even if the analysis is wrong but as I said to a very good friend the other day, if you say something with enough confidence and conviction then people will generally listen to you. It's the way a con artist works, you want to believe them because they sound so convincing even if every part of your common sense is screaming at you to stop. For some reason you more often than not get drawn into what they're saying. 

Slight change of subject now as I've just received what is one of the bains of my life through working from home. The phone ringing...made worse by the fact every time you answer or put down the phone in this house it breaks the Internet connection, it might be the case for everyone but I'm not techhy enough to know these sort of things. Now when I finally do get around to answering the phone it is always something pointless, like a telemarketer to which they ask for someone here, I say they're not around and they say they'll back another time. I would say this happens on average about three times a day five days a week. Now I know what you might be thinking; why don't you just leave the phone ringing? Well I would do that but then I think what if it isn't a cold call, what if it's something important or I really have just won one million pounds and they are genuinely ringing the house phone that I don't give out as my number to let me know about it...you just never know. And besides we have once again signed up to the little gem that is TPS (Telephone Preference Service) The cold callers crap themselves when you say that, I don't think I've heard the phone being put down quicker. 

Anyway back to my original subject of what life is. Well in a way my little detour has actually fit in quite nicely, so many people try to define life and try to say they know what is it like for everyone, (I'm not one of these people although it does fit in nicely with my preference to generalise) but I'm not one of them. Well I don't think I am anyway, I might be, who knows...well I should know but I don't...I'm lost. Ahh yes what is life, well to me at moment life is pretty good but overall I would say life is one big old opportunity to rant to whoever will listen...and this is no exception. I have had my little rant about cold callers and put it out there for anyone who wants to find out about it. If you have an opinion on the matter in hand then feel free to let know, also feel free to let me know if you disagree with my opinion of what life is. I'm not saying my opinion is right, I'm just saying how I feel about it right now with reference to my life. I don't think I'm making much sense here but if I am then it's a bonus. Ciao for now.

(BTW don't forget Guys and Dolls Burgess Hall St Ives 29th-31st May)

Oh what a beautiful morning...

Well not this morning as it is grey and horrible and bleugh outside but by gum was it a nice morning on Sunday. I start work at 7 on a Sunday morning which to most people is the worst thing in the world but when you wake up at half 6 look outside and see a bright blue sky with no clouds I don't think there's much that can beat that. I even went all the way to walking instead of driving to work, now I'm not gonna lie, it is only a three minute walk but still more often than not I will jump in my car and drive the one minute journey around the corner. So for me to leave the car sat on the drive I think shows how good it was.

I love walking around in the morning, it is one of the only times in the day when it's socially acceptable to greet random people walking passed you. Normally it's head down don't look at them they won't look at you but when I saw a woman walking her dog towards me I couldn't help but keep my head up and then just as we're about to pass each other I hear those magic words coming my way. 'Good morning' she said, 'good morning' I joyfully replied before we passed each other and will probably never see each other again...unless of course she makes a habit of walking her dog at about quarter to 7 when I'm walking to work and we pass each other again. This could be quite likely as I've heard you get into a routine if you have a dog, I don't, I have two cats, but anyway, yes, the chances are we won't see each other again and yet it didn't stop either of us from being polite and dare I say it...being quintessentially British? I don't really mind if you don't agree with that last bit, I just wanted to use the word quintessentially because it is such an awesome word, you should always try to build it into your daily vocabulary...people start to think you are very smart...either that or a bit poncy but I always go with smart. It makes me feel better anyway.

Now since this sparkling and glorious morning we have delved back into the dark ages of winter once again, it is colder, grey-er and downright more bleugh but I still cling onto the hope that each morning when I wake up it might be like that Sunday morning...I can but hope anyway.

Anyhow, anywho, the next time you wake up and it's a really sunny morning then just remember that I'll probably be loving it...unless of course I'm asleep in which case I won't have the foggiest that it's nice until I wake up as well...the basic principles of sleeping before waking really...don't really know where I was going with this...ahh that's right, yes, you can beat a good old sunny morning, it is the perfect cure to a bad mood.

(Apologies for any paragraph long mega-sentences but I get carried away and grammar just sort of flies out of the window. I hope they don't hinder your reading experience too much.)

Let's jump back on the band wagon...

After seeing some of my friends are regularly keeping blogs I feel it is time to resurrect my old blog. As you can see (if you are bored enough to look at my old posts) that I haven't written on here in almost three years so probably about time to update things.

Now I think one of the reasons why I never kept up to date with this blog is because I could never think of anything interesting enough to write about...either that or I am just very very lazy, probably a combination of the two to be honest. But now I will change one of those things...laziness is out of the window and it is time to bore you fine people of the internet reading right now with uninteresting nonsense that spouts from my merry mind once again.

What am I going to write about I hear you ask? I have absolutely no blithering idea and am going to keep writing until something comes to mind..................................(too many dots?)..................(nah didn't think so either)....................

Oh I know what I can talk to you merry people about is what I first created this blog to do in the first place...*cue dramatic news music* (Please feel free to hum the music out loud, it might make the next bit more fun) it's time to find out what's been happening with my left knee (also read the last part with a bit of a rhythm as I am in my head, it definitely makes it more interesting, you could even try and combine it the dramatic news music going on in your head as well). Now we've had a little musical/rhythmical interlude I can delay the information no longer. Oh, if you are unsure as to what happened to my knee in the first place then you'll have to go back to the start of my posts, there is quite a detailed and graphic description. *Disclaimer* The description may only seem graphic to me because I can remember it happening so please don't come crying to me when you don't find it at all graphic in the slightest. There we go, I think I successfully saved myself a big law suit. Where was I? Ahh yes, the dramatic news music...well my left knee has unfortunately had to be removed and replaced with a small hinge that only works on a semi-regular basis.

Is that gasps of shock I hear from you? Especially those of you who have known me for a good few years and never knew this about me...well that is probably because it was a bald faced lie. I have no semi-regularly working hinge for a knee, I just have a normal boring semi-regularly working knee that is still in recovery because I was too lazy to fully rebuild the muscles around it. My own fault so now I have to deal with a knee that clicks incessantly and that can't be in the same position for too long without it ceasing up and becoming rather painful. I think I would prefer to have the small hinge if I'm being honest...it would probably creak less.

I think that's about as much boredom I can inflict on you for one evening but I will try my hardest to try and bore you on a more regular basis than once every three years but I can't promise anything.


(Oh and you can stop humming your dramatic news music if any of you are hardcore enough to still be humming it (or did it in the first place))