Posts rated: 4 - Enraged
Hope and Charity
Enraged - Posted on July 3, 2009 — 3 min read
Whilst in Washington of late I noticed some things, it was hot and it was spacious. The spaciousness was filled with many things, monuments, government buildings and, joy of joys, countless charity folk.
Is that the sound of the fashion police?
Enraged - Posted on June 12, 2009 — 4 min read
Whilst wending my way to and fro my work place sporting my spiffy yet unpleasantly bright 2 years old Chelsea away kit that’s been discussed previously I often receive what can best be described as blindingly idiotic comments.
But, but, I’m Old!
Enraged - Posted on April 7, 2009 — 2 min read
As I wend my way home from another day at the grind stone I tire as the wind works against me. I dodge and weave the morons who seem determined to hurl themselves under me wheels but finally make it to my road unscathed. I swing into the little lane that leads to my first front door. As usual of late it’s full of crap: a skip, sacks of building rubble, bricks and so on.
Down with Christmas – Part 3
Enraged - Posted on December 15, 2008 — 3 min read
I had call to buy a suit the other weekend, I perused the available options, visited several outlets, weighted up the cost to quality ratio and in the end plumbed for a natty little number in fetching bright red, with a built in hood no less. It came with a nice belt, and according to the bumph, in the packaging, a beard.
Down with Christmas – Part 2
Enraged - Posted on November 17, 2008 — 3 min read
I got a Christmas card at the weekend, a full 39 days before the true horror of Christmas should really begin. I find this a little early to be honest, that said I would find any card that gets here before the 24th early and thus thoroughly unwanted, unlike cards that come on the 24th that are just plain unwanted.
Enraged - Posted on October 1, 2008 — 3 min read
It’s your duty to start voting now! There are some very important issues at stake. You see, we NEED to know the answer to many, many, questions. Which is better, Canada or the USoA*, Sweden or Norway**, My feckless ex school co-atendees or the feckless ingrates that went to the other local plebeian educational establishment***.
I knew going to work was a bad idea.
Enraged - Posted on October 7, 2008 — 2 min read
Firstly when going to work I like to be able to leave my house, I say like, I mean have to in order to get paid. Trouble is some obnoxious Toyota hilux (huge wanky pickup truck thing) owning oik keeps parking in my little side road making it almost impossible to get past.
Worst… week… ever…
Enraged - Posted on October 11, 2008 — 4 min read
Whilst idly drifting towards Waitrose this after noon enjoying the winter sun I was narrowly pipped to the trolley rank by some bumbling old buffoon who grabbed the first trolley. They then proceeded to just stand there faffing about with some tat left by the previous shopper rather than getting the hell out of my way so I could get a trolley and proceed to stocking up on tasty fare. Luckily for them I managed to contain the anger just long enough and did not just barge them out the way and kick them to the ground as a salutary lesson in moving on expediently.
Enraged - Posted on September 16, 2008 — 1 min read
Hello I’m Ajax, I like cleaning toilets, playing football and stabbing nasty Trojans, sometimes, just sometimes, I like to tinker about with web paged to do some fancy stuff with external data.
Clickety clack, clickety clack.
Enraged - Posted on September 24, 2008 — 2 min read
I am sure everyone knows the story about the little train going about it’s daily business. It goes something like – "A little black train goes down the track. clickety clack, clickety clack." (alas Amazon "look inside" prevents me from stealing more of this copyrighted material)
Lock the damn thing.
Enraged - Posted on September 23, 2008 — 3 min read
Locks, as we know have been around for at least 6000 odd years, that’s 6000 years in which knowledge of their usefulness and operation could filter down in to the mental consciousness of all but the simplest morons. Knowing this fact its quite a surprise that my upstairs neighbour seems totally unable to use the fucking things. Every single day I used to come home to find the front (1) door wide open to the world, I would proceed to front (2) door to find, yes you guessed it WIDE BLOODY OPEN. Now I confess that both had odd locks, one was a pain to shut and one you had to get out your key and explicitly lock it (no Yale lock here, oh no).