I like watching films.
Call me old fashioned, but this LoveFilm type of rental service isn’t for me. You can’t beat heading to Blockbuster after work on a Friday, picking a DVD or two, then heading home via the off license for some Oranjeboom. Or at least you couldn’t, until recently.
The last time I went to Blockbuster, the choice they had was rubbish. They had a few new films, a few older films but that was pretty much it.
I realise they are up against it with these online rental companies and download services etc. but it seems they have just given up. Their shop near me (Telford Town Centre) always looks a mess, everything is for sale in the bargain bin, and their choice is getting worse and worse.
This sorry state of affairs was confirmed earlier this week when a letter from a debt collection agency landed on my door mat demanding 64 pounds immediately or I face instant death by firing squad. Turns out it was for some overdue DVD’s from Blockbuster which I neglected to take back for a few weeks. In the past they didn’t care as long as you paid a few quid off every time you went back, but it seems now they really are scraping the barrel for every penny.
I’d give it 12 months before Blockbuster as we know it is dead and buried. I know it’s awfully hypocritical of me but I reckon I can stall the debt collection agency for that long as I feel 64 quid for a couple of overdue DVD’s is a bit bloody excessive!!!
I’m sure some of you out there may have heard of this thing called Facebook. Is that a fair assumption? Then let me begin…..
<rant> Don’t get me wrong, I am all for Facebook – and I spend quite a lot of time on there – but what really boils my piss about it is that people take it way too seriously. Personally, I use the wretched, life consuming site for the following reasons:-
- To kill a bit of time
- Banter with friends
- To entertain people (yes, sad i know, but I like to think some people may take amusement in my nonsense posts)
- A photo dump
What I do not use the site for is as follows:-
- To relentlessly spam the living daylights out of anyone unfortunate enough to be my ‘friend’
- To live out my personal life to said ‘friends’
The latter two (excellently formatted if I may say so) bullet points are going to be the focus of this rant.
SPAMMERS
First, I have no problem with people trying to make a living, and telling the world about their business and what they do which may interest you. That is cool. What I do have a problem with is the same crap being rammed down your throat 24/7. Yes, I heard the first time, and the 767th time. There is no need to carry on. I like to see what interesting people are up to on there, and I find myself sifting through endless reams of bollocks, just to get at the bits i’m interested in.
MY LIFE IN A STATUS UPDATE AND THE VOMIT INDUCERS
Two opposite ends of the spectrum here.
The first, feels that the world is about to cave in around them and that the only option is to feed themselves into a bacon slicer and just put themselves out of their God forsaken misery. Look, I can appreciate he/she may have dumped you, or you may be getting some shit at home/work, but that is what your friends are for. Be normal. Go to the pub, or round a mates’ house. Have a cry if you need to, and just talk it out. Is there really any need to broadcast it all over the internet? I am grumpy enough so the last thing I want is to be confronted by more misery every time I open my web browser (ironic much?)
The second, feels as though they live in Utopia. And they have just won a quintuple rollover on the Euro Millions. Fair enough, you are happy. You are in a stable relationship and/or you have just got married and/or had a baby. Well done. You are capable of getting on with a member of the opposite (or same) sex, you are capable of having sex and getting pregnant. This is great news. For you. My life would amble on perfectly happily without being privy to this information, thank you very much. I am happy for you - and I genuinely mean that – but what do you expect me to do? Pop open the Moet & Chandon? Do a little song and dance? Lobby for an extra bank holiday? Ich don’t think so. There are far more serious concerns in my life – like where to buy Oranjeboom.
I can appreciate there is horrific irony in this post, but if you have a sit down and think about it, peel away the thick coating of said irony, you know I’m fucking right.</rant>
Until next time…….
Jimsan
That time for me, is now.
As some of you know, I have quit smoking this week. To be honest, it’s proving nowhere near as tricky as I predicted, but today – 3 days in – the irritability has begun to kick in and I find myself becoming hopelessly irritated at the slightest thing. For example today when leaving work. Normally, the queue of traffic to get out stretches back to the security hut, which results in a wait of approximately 1 minute to get out. Today, there were an extra 5 or 6 cars so it took an extra 30 seconds or so to get out. I was furious. I had no idea why I was furious, it’s not as if I had to be anywhere, but I was that angry I thought I was going to spontaneously combust.
I’m sure the real test of my will power will be this weekend when I will be going to a friend’s house warming party – and most of my friends smoke. And I will be drunk. But, I need to look at it in a positive light. If I can manage that day/night then I can manage anything.
I certainly hope this irritability is going to subside pretty soon though. It would be hugely ironic if I quit smoking to improve my health and ended up exploding of high blood pressure for trying to do the right thing
Greetings, earthlings. Following a medium term hiatus from the blogging world, I have decided to make a return.
When I was blogging previously, I thought I was merely venting bile into my computer for my own enjoyment and as a method of relieving stress. However after a few conversations in the pub, I found that some people actually used to read – and in some instances, enjoy – the what can only be described as nonsense that used to flow from my sleep deprived – and more often than not – alcohol inhibited brain.
What to expect this time? More of the same really. Random nonsense and the general venting of agression.
Those of you who know me think I’m a pretty miserable bugger, so I thought this would be a good way to try and put a comical twist on it. I will rant – and I mean RANT – about anything and everything.
Hopefully you will enjoy what I have to say, if so , please spread the love. If not, sod off 
Until next time,
Jimsan
