This may be my swansong-more later.
So there was a course at work-in Belfast. I was all set to take the bus
there-but a woman work-colleague asked me if I wanted to travel with her in her
car. I said yes.
Big mistake-it was a nightmare trip. She was about 5 minutes
late in picking me up.
Nothing wrong there, you and I say. She blamed being stuck
behind three big lorries.
Now, her aim now was to make up for lost time- and it was a
foot to the floorboards drive. I never knew such a small car could go so fast,shake
so much and stay in one piece.
When we got to Belfast,she
told me that someone told her a shorter route to the car park and she reaches
over to my side of the dashboard for the google map/directions that she printed
out the previous day. So she is reading the map,and fervently sucking on some
fake cigarette nicotine device. She did 3 emergency stops in about a mile of
travelling through the late rush hour traffic. My life flashed in front of me
three times-2 of which I did not recognise (in one I was a Roman soldier and in
another I was a peasant girl churning milk looking at an army of Vikings
running towards the house) which proves there is such a thing as reincarnation.
When we got to the building where the course was I apologised for being late as
it took me 10 minutes to get my fingers out of her dashboard. When the course
was over I asked the tutor if he knew if there was a Holy Shop near by as I
wanted to buy a set of titanium rosary beads for the journey home. She was the
fastest thing on two wheels-except turning at a junction,when she was the
fastest on two wheels.
When we were leaving the car-park she told me she was going
back her normal route. Good I thought, she knows where she is going, and she is
not in a hurry- so it’ll be less stressful ……no way we were only ½ a mile out
of the car park and it was another sudden slam on the brakes. I was wondering
why I was the only person travelling with her that morning-now I know why. But
the strange thing is-at the course when I was describing my trip over-everybody
(icluding her was laughing) And the next day at work she encouraged me to go
through the whole sordid tale again to the ones who weren’t there.
After a lot of thought I have decided to get the internet
disconnected at home.
I think it may be the reason why I am so flaming miserable
lately. For the life of me there is very little I want to look at on it. Order
books,stuff via Amazon or someother place,book a holiday,and read the very odd
email. Apart from that I can very easily live without it. My current contract
ends on end of July. And unless somebody can convince me to stay connected I am
definitely pulling the plug-and contacting my provider (? Is that right) and
giving them a months notice.To be honest for the value of one months payment I
might disconnect a month early and pay for the final month without having it.
The Facebook thing too is getting on my nerves. I am fed up reading that
somebody is sitting in a restaurant,pub,building somewhere. Maybe I’m jealous
that so many people are having more fun than me. The fee I am paying is not
that much to be honest-but this is something I really do think I can manage
without.
I access to some internet at work-so too can I send/get emails,order stuff on Amazon and book
a holiday. I can also get free access at library too. I’m not fishing here-but convince me why I
need the internet at home. I’m also a bit peeved that almost everything is on
facebook now.My favourite independent record shop now has a follow us on
facebook thing stuck on its window.My rambling club now has a page on
facebook-why pay for a website and flickr account when you can do it for free
on facebook? The big thing now is those silver-surfer things encouraging the
elderly to use the internet.This is why I think so many small and sometimes big
shops are closing-things are so much cheaper shopping on line. Like I
said-it’ll take a lot to convince me to stay on this thing.
So this could be my final blog too.
I have a theory-that I won’t go into as somebody might take
the wrong way and worry about me doing something stupid. And there is no chance
of that.I also think that if it was not for digital photography I would have no
need for a laptop/computer either.
On a brighter note I am hoping to do the beaches cycle on
Sunday and discuss a touring calendar for this year. And maybe get a pint along
the way.
Sorry for the rant-I’m in that sort of a mood at the minute.Maybe
this is my midlife crisis…
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