I started the day very early and was practically waddling the last few hundred feet to work because I was dying for a shit (even though I had one at home prior to leaving)... then later on, after work, and having had five pints in said pub, I find myself, again, waddling the last few hundred feet towards the train station, dying for a piss!
In both cases I made it, avoid any embarrasing accidents but fuck me! It’s only a matter of time before old age and weaker plumbing is going to catch up on me!
Friday, 4 May 2018
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
GDPR - the new Data Protection Standard Headache
I'm currently reading-up on GDPR and whilst I wholeheartedly agree with it in principle the legalese used in the EU official documentation kind of goes against GDPR's overall principles of 'transparency' and 'clear, concise language' ... below is an excerpt I've singled out for ridicule:
"A group of undertakings should cover a controlling undertaking and its controlled undertakings, whereby the controlling undertaking should be the undertaking which can exert a dominant influence over the other undertakings by virtue, for example, of ownership, financial participation or the rules which govern it or the power to have personal data protection rules implemented. An undertaking which controls the processing of personal data in undertakings affiliated to it should be regarded, together with those undertakings, as a group of undertakings."
Whoever wrote that paragraph was either extremely anal, or they were a group of very pissed-up people (probably MEP-type civil servants) having a laugh.
"A group of undertakings should cover a controlling undertaking and its controlled undertakings, whereby the controlling undertaking should be the undertaking which can exert a dominant influence over the other undertakings by virtue, for example, of ownership, financial participation or the rules which govern it or the power to have personal data protection rules implemented. An undertaking which controls the processing of personal data in undertakings affiliated to it should be regarded, together with those undertakings, as a group of undertakings."
Whoever wrote that paragraph was either extremely anal, or they were a group of very pissed-up people (probably MEP-type civil servants) having a laugh.
Friday, 20 April 2018
Finally, some sun!
I'm glad that we've got some good weather at last but one thing really bugs me... there's the usual flood of news articles about 'The hottest day so far..." etc. and those articles show loads of people sunbathing on the beaches or out in parks.
My question is where do these people find the time to do that?! I mean, it was a Thursday, not a weekend, do these people have jobs? Did they throw sickies to go to the beach? The pictures showed thousands upon thousands on those beaches, numbers that you'd see for a typical weekend! I don't get that luxury, being stuck in a dead-end 9-5 job with half-an-hour for lunch, stuck in the middle of a dull grey fucking trading estate in the middle of the country.
What type of jobs do these people have? Flexi-time with a special clause where they can fuck off to any beach whenever the sun comes out? Do the papers have some sort of career beach-bums they pay? That they then send out to sit on these beaches when it's sunny so they can take a photo? Because I find it hard to believe that in a country where working hours are waay more then the rest of Europe loads of people can find the time to trot out our parks and beaches for one day of 25C heat. And don't say they probably did it during their lunch hour because most of these people in the pics looked equipped and prepped for a full day's sunbathing.
Certainly not me, I sat there yesterday, at lunch, eating my soggy roll, reading Google News fuming at these pictures wondering where the fuck these spawny bastards get the time to do stuff like that... the nearest decent bit of green grass I could go to sit on in the sun is more than half-an-hour away.
Fucking spawny sunbathing bastards! I bet they were the same cunts that made pathetic excuses to not go into work when we had all that snow whereas I struggled through it all suffered cancelled and delayed trains etc.
Life isn't fair... I need to make a t-shirt saying that.
My question is where do these people find the time to do that?! I mean, it was a Thursday, not a weekend, do these people have jobs? Did they throw sickies to go to the beach? The pictures showed thousands upon thousands on those beaches, numbers that you'd see for a typical weekend! I don't get that luxury, being stuck in a dead-end 9-5 job with half-an-hour for lunch, stuck in the middle of a dull grey fucking trading estate in the middle of the country.
What type of jobs do these people have? Flexi-time with a special clause where they can fuck off to any beach whenever the sun comes out? Do the papers have some sort of career beach-bums they pay? That they then send out to sit on these beaches when it's sunny so they can take a photo? Because I find it hard to believe that in a country where working hours are waay more then the rest of Europe loads of people can find the time to trot out our parks and beaches for one day of 25C heat. And don't say they probably did it during their lunch hour because most of these people in the pics looked equipped and prepped for a full day's sunbathing.
Certainly not me, I sat there yesterday, at lunch, eating my soggy roll, reading Google News fuming at these pictures wondering where the fuck these spawny bastards get the time to do stuff like that... the nearest decent bit of green grass I could go to sit on in the sun is more than half-an-hour away.
Fucking spawny sunbathing bastards! I bet they were the same cunts that made pathetic excuses to not go into work when we had all that snow whereas I struggled through it all suffered cancelled and delayed trains etc.
Life isn't fair... I need to make a t-shirt saying that.
Monday, 16 April 2018
R Lee Ermey
RIP you magnificent bastard... the world has lost a true hero...
... he's gone and those fucking Kardashians add another number to their spawn, R Lee Ermey showed more talent by a performance in one half of a film than they've done for their entire sad, undeservedly rich lives.
... he's gone and those fucking Kardashians add another number to their spawn, R Lee Ermey showed more talent by a performance in one half of a film than they've done for their entire sad, undeservedly rich lives.
Saturday, 14 April 2018
The Last of Us 2
Having watched the second trailer... yes, Ellie, we will, kill them all...
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Shit, when did I post this?! I don't remember! Must have been pretty pissed-up a the time...
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Shit, when did I post this?! I don't remember! Must have been pretty pissed-up a the time...
Blocking New Sources
It gave me an immense sense of achievement to block Financial Times from my newsfeeds in Google News, was so fed-up with their shit appearing all the time. I am not the slightest bit interested in reading journalism from a site that puts up a paywall. Fuck off and find other ways to monetise your site you pink-sheet dipshits.
Oh and I've blocked the Express too bit for different reasons... many, many different reasons.
Oh and I've blocked the Express too bit for different reasons... many, many different reasons.
Saturday, 7 April 2018
Start of the 'Walking Season'
Now that there's more daylight and the weather is a bit more agreeable I have started my walking season (roughly between April and October) and I've begun it with a nice easy 10k distance :)
Failbook... and other social media stuff
Ugh... you know I haven't posted to my blog for ages... and I haven't posted anything of value content-wise for even longer than that! But you know, so what? I always remind myself that I created this blog for myself, as a legacy of my ramblings over the years of my life so I have a record that I can read back and amuse myself for when I'm, old infirm and plonked in a chair in some old people's home, quietly pissing myself.
My Blog's remained untouched because I expanded my presence into the world of social media by creating not just a Twitter account but also - by selling my soul to the devil - creating a Facebook account AND an Instagram account.
With Twitter I had a grand vision of moving my quotes and ramblings off Blogger because Google stupidly decided to abandon the IOS Blogger app, forcing me to use Safari which made it so painful to post to Blogger. But I found Twitter too exposing, to wide-ranging for my introverted character and also it's cringe-fest system of having to bow and simper to people to get them to follow you then thumping your chest with regular tweets in a pissing contest with others over how many followers you have. No, fuck that... so I just use it to complain and post the occasional Pokemon Go image/rant, which no-one reads anyway.
With Instagram I simply wanted to throw my photos out there, if there's one thing I WILL brag about myself, it's that I'm an excellent photographer and Instagram, with it's large user-base was a good choice to show off my work... and, to be honest, I've had a fair share of likes but, mostly, my stuff has been ignored, probably because Instagram is so massive so there's too much white noise interference for my content to get lost in... that and those fuckhead Kardashians with their fuckwit talentless posts.
Facebook, (or Failbook as I like to call it) was for a different reason... I'd always prided myself on being resistant to the call to join, citing reasons of privacy... however, despite my reluctance it seemed the only logical way to share my Rewind Weekend photos with the people I shared that weekend with, so I created a Facebook profile for that... I don't regret that decision but I don't enjoy using it so I rarely read it, 'like' stuff or post to it, much to the digital frustration of Facebook's marketing algorithms that regularly whore my profile out I'd wager!
I never intended to use Facebook like I do with Blogger, simply because I think there are too many people flooding their Facebook feeds with inane chat that their Friends probably find dull or possibly even annoying... too many on my feed post political opinions/controversy etc. that I believe they need to keep to themselves, personally I think facebook only should be for families/friends that are separated by great distances to stay more easily in touch but that's just me, Zuckerberg and co. feel otherwise and must feel empowered when they see someone get roasted in replied comments to their opinions on immigration or on some twatty politician's latest ramblings.
So that left Blogger, which I'd abandoned until now... I have come full circle, tried all the other social medai stuff that mattered, found them wanting which brought me back here... nice, safe, quiet Blogger, which no-one reads either!
My Blog's remained untouched because I expanded my presence into the world of social media by creating not just a Twitter account but also - by selling my soul to the devil - creating a Facebook account AND an Instagram account.
With Twitter I had a grand vision of moving my quotes and ramblings off Blogger because Google stupidly decided to abandon the IOS Blogger app, forcing me to use Safari which made it so painful to post to Blogger. But I found Twitter too exposing, to wide-ranging for my introverted character and also it's cringe-fest system of having to bow and simper to people to get them to follow you then thumping your chest with regular tweets in a pissing contest with others over how many followers you have. No, fuck that... so I just use it to complain and post the occasional Pokemon Go image/rant, which no-one reads anyway.
With Instagram I simply wanted to throw my photos out there, if there's one thing I WILL brag about myself, it's that I'm an excellent photographer and Instagram, with it's large user-base was a good choice to show off my work... and, to be honest, I've had a fair share of likes but, mostly, my stuff has been ignored, probably because Instagram is so massive so there's too much white noise interference for my content to get lost in... that and those fuckhead Kardashians with their fuckwit talentless posts.
Facebook, (or Failbook as I like to call it) was for a different reason... I'd always prided myself on being resistant to the call to join, citing reasons of privacy... however, despite my reluctance it seemed the only logical way to share my Rewind Weekend photos with the people I shared that weekend with, so I created a Facebook profile for that... I don't regret that decision but I don't enjoy using it so I rarely read it, 'like' stuff or post to it, much to the digital frustration of Facebook's marketing algorithms that regularly whore my profile out I'd wager!
I never intended to use Facebook like I do with Blogger, simply because I think there are too many people flooding their Facebook feeds with inane chat that their Friends probably find dull or possibly even annoying... too many on my feed post political opinions/controversy etc. that I believe they need to keep to themselves, personally I think facebook only should be for families/friends that are separated by great distances to stay more easily in touch but that's just me, Zuckerberg and co. feel otherwise and must feel empowered when they see someone get roasted in replied comments to their opinions on immigration or on some twatty politician's latest ramblings.
So that left Blogger, which I'd abandoned until now... I have come full circle, tried all the other social medai stuff that mattered, found them wanting which brought me back here... nice, safe, quiet Blogger, which no-one reads either!
Thursday, 2 November 2017
People queueing outside Apple Stores to buy an iPhone X
I must admit that I love it's features and may get one, but not now... I'll let the masses field test it first!
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| Sad bastards... |
Monday, 30 October 2017
Today is a GOOD day to want to live on this planet :)
Apparently the BBC's new Blue Planet II series got more viewers - half-a-million more - than Strictly Come Dancing...
An beautifully filmed, well-researched documentary, narrated by our National Treasure - Sir David Attenborough beat a piece of brainless reality-TV rubbish... my faith in humankind has risen a few points.
An beautifully filmed, well-researched documentary, narrated by our National Treasure - Sir David Attenborough beat a piece of brainless reality-TV rubbish... my faith in humankind has risen a few points.
Saturday, 21 October 2017
Drag me to Hell
Just watched Drag me to Hell... have to say I'm fucking glad Alison Lohman's character got it in the end, she killed a little kitty, in my book that's an eternity of torment in hell.
Saturday, 14 October 2017
Subnautica - Reaper Leviathan... comfortably viewed in it's natural habitat :)
I really wanted to view one up close but got fed-up with getting owned, so I spent a great deal of time building a base near where one spawned... this Youtube vid is the end result:
Friday, 13 October 2017
Ryan Gosling
Why does Ryan Gosling go around with an almost perpetual wry smile that says "I know a world shattering secret... and I'm not going to tell you what it is"?
Wednesday, 11 October 2017
Star Wars - The Last Jedi Scramble
Wow, lots of people pre-ordering tickets for the latest Star Wars film?? Don't get me wrong I love the franchise and I will be going to see it, but not when it comes out. I can't stand sharing a packed out cinema full of idiots making small-talk or on their phones (a least one person forgets to put their's on silent), constant sounds of rustling as they tuck into their overpriced Popcorn/Doritos or bags of M&M's... and I invariably get the 8ft twat with a bouffant sat in front of me so I have to suffer a silhouetted 'hump' jutting up from the bottom of the screen for the entirety of the film.
No, better to go in the New Year when the number of interested parties has thinned out some, then we (me and my brother) get a nice nearly-empty theatre of like-minded individuals who want to enjoy a good Star Wars flick with no twat-ish behaviour.
No, better to go in the New Year when the number of interested parties has thinned out some, then we (me and my brother) get a nice nearly-empty theatre of like-minded individuals who want to enjoy a good Star Wars flick with no twat-ish behaviour.
One Call Insurance - Retards
All it took was one call, an agonising three-quarters of an hour long call during which I was passed between six separate operators possibly spanning three different departments... and all I wanted to do was cancel and existing insurance policy. In the end, I was advised to use their live chat on the website to coordinate with and upload some paperwork! Yes, you heard it, I had to get what I need to get done not by speaking to humans, I had to use computers instead, WTF!!
Anything that goes 'off-script' with these organisations and they just lose their shit, I swear I was merely being passed off to a colleague each time because what I was requesting was just too hard for them to deal with.
I most certainly won't be using them for any insurance, not because they are prohibitively expensive or anything like that but because having to do anything else seems to be an utter nightmare-fest to get done!
Anything that goes 'off-script' with these organisations and they just lose their shit, I swear I was merely being passed off to a colleague each time because what I was requesting was just too hard for them to deal with.
I most certainly won't be using them for any insurance, not because they are prohibitively expensive or anything like that but because having to do anything else seems to be an utter nightmare-fest to get done!
World Cup 2018
The 'script' for next year's World Cup continues unabated
England qualified comfortably, as usual... then, at the tournament they will then be frustratingly bland, scrape through the second round, then go out, either to inferior opposition (who are fired-up and know how to get in our lads' heads) or on penalties to superior opposition. The usual England 'bogey teams' are there - Argentina (more on them in a bit), Portugal, Germany and, more recently, Iceland... all these teams stand in the way of England spectacularly snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. I'll be in a pub somewhere watching their games because me and millions of other England fans are gluttons for punishment.
Argentina managed to scrape through qualification with a 3-1 victory over Ecuador, prior to the game the odds were stacked against them - small point margins between 2nd and 5th in their group, Messi not firing, poor performances overall in past games, poor record against Ecuador, playing high altitude etc etc, yet somehow they pulled out the stops and got the victory they need and not only that, a Messi hat-trick too.
Now what will happen is, at the tournament, they will play the most sublime football ever, and reach the semis or the final... this being the polar opposite of England's fortunes... very, very frustrating.
Of course we can't discount the possibility of us being disqualified because of Russian machinations in the guise of inciting football hooliganism... and with FIFA being to weak to accept the truth, we'll get disqualified and Russia will get a collective hug.
Every four years we go through this stress, I sometimes wish we never qualify because I've thoroughly enjoyed watching these tournaments as a neutral.
England qualified comfortably, as usual... then, at the tournament they will then be frustratingly bland, scrape through the second round, then go out, either to inferior opposition (who are fired-up and know how to get in our lads' heads) or on penalties to superior opposition. The usual England 'bogey teams' are there - Argentina (more on them in a bit), Portugal, Germany and, more recently, Iceland... all these teams stand in the way of England spectacularly snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. I'll be in a pub somewhere watching their games because me and millions of other England fans are gluttons for punishment.
Argentina managed to scrape through qualification with a 3-1 victory over Ecuador, prior to the game the odds were stacked against them - small point margins between 2nd and 5th in their group, Messi not firing, poor performances overall in past games, poor record against Ecuador, playing high altitude etc etc, yet somehow they pulled out the stops and got the victory they need and not only that, a Messi hat-trick too.
Now what will happen is, at the tournament, they will play the most sublime football ever, and reach the semis or the final... this being the polar opposite of England's fortunes... very, very frustrating.
Of course we can't discount the possibility of us being disqualified because of Russian machinations in the guise of inciting football hooliganism... and with FIFA being to weak to accept the truth, we'll get disqualified and Russia will get a collective hug.
Every four years we go through this stress, I sometimes wish we never qualify because I've thoroughly enjoyed watching these tournaments as a neutral.
Stanislav Petrov - A Tribute
He is the man who single-handedly saved us from the brink of nuclear annihalation back in the Eighties... so as a tribute to him (and his family) I thought I'd immortalise him as an oil painting...
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| Produced using the oil paint feature in Photoshop CC... |
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