Stupidity

I have had my wrists slapped today by a regular reader because she has not had anything to read regularly for some time now. A comment was passed suggesting that this was almost becoming seasonal. Well, seasonal is regular in my book, but I think I know what she means.

Luckily life has built up in the last week or so a number of things that I can actually write about.

The first is the reason that this is entitled "stupidity" - you can either assign that trait to me if you believe that what I am about to write is a piece of generalising sexist rubbish, or to those I am about to write about. Choice is yours...

Why is that women have not realised that you don't actually have to park your car next to petrol pump with the fuel filler cap right next to the pump? This evening I went to fill up, and was amused to see a large queue developing behind me. All women. All waiting to use the pump I was using. And yet... there were another 4 pumps with nobody using them at all. Ladies, I have to tell you - those pipes that come out of the petrol pump actually stretch far enough so that you can fill up your car EVEN WHEN THE FILLER CAP IS ON THE OPPOSITE SITE OF THE CAR FROM THE PUMP! Yes!

And now, to lighten the mood, the end of the world. In Japanese.

Noise

Summer is here (yeh, I know, spring had barely started last time I bothered to write here...) And of course this means that here in Chavsfield it is mandatory to open all of the windows of your house and sit around outside while your stereo inside pumps out appalling dance music at 156 decibels.

Back in September of 2004 I wrote something about this situation and the tricky "do I retaliate or not" scenario. Currently, I am not so much retaliating as trying to drown it out, with the rather wonderful Orange Goblin - sadly my normal "drown out" CD, Metallica's black album, is sat at Lovely Girlfriend's in Backwoodsgrove (which is where I'd also rather be sat but for the fact I am catching up with my old mate Jim tonight). The drowning out option is certainly working for me at the moment, which is good, as I really don't want to use my doomsday device - yes, the Marshall is plugged in, ready to go - all I need to do is turn it on, wait for the valves to warm up...and then treat the neighbourhood to Black Sabbath's greatest hits...