Happy New Year Banjoh!
I know ads are better discussed on other blogs, but I have to mention Banjo and his worming tablets. Amazing stuff. I hope you have all seen him over this festive time. Banjo (spoken by cartoons with mouths that remain in the "oh" position for far too long) needs worming. He is wormed and allowed to smell nasty stuff from then on. Merry Christmas!
Of course telly is plagued with nicorette ads at present, and Special K and other diet themes. I don't know if people make resolutions to worm their pets as of Jan 1st though... And the TV programmes themselves are count downs of best and worst moments of 2006. It didn't seem like too much happened this year. How the mind soon forgets that Max very nearly died only days ago in't 'Oaks.
I did enjoy Grumpy Old Women the other night, discussing the perils of Christmas. Especially funny was when one woman forgot Joseph's name ("you know, Jesus' Dad. What was he called...?" I thought that that was probably God anyway). I am currently blogging until the New Year theme begins (in about 30 mins). The women were discussing the organisation that Christmas involves. I know we all need something to look forward to, and that the expectations are usually much more exciting than the event we are looking forward to, but I think that women probably most enjoy the organisation (with military precision) that Christmas entails. Now it is over I can look forward to a new year by writing lists of how I am going to be a better person come January. I will be thin, healthy and happy. And successful in my career. And teetotal. And rich, incidentally. I will do yoga, eat mango and passion fruit (but, heaven forbid, no wine!) and will work my little ass off daily. Updates to follow. Stroppy blog will be renamed. Something lively and upbeat. And it will be witty. Hmm...
Until the next installment... Fingers crossed I won't be made to write a cynical entry about the anticlimax that is New Year's Eve. I have already fallen out with Virgin trains* today when trying to book tickets to Edinburgh. Frankien and I will have a fine (wine fuelled) time!
Happy New Year.
Moon. xxx
* Incidentally it does seem that if you swear enough at the voice activated Virgin trains service, you will automatically be transferred to a call centre full of people that don't understand you and who ignore anything that the voice activated system actually manages to identify anyway. Saves a good ten minutes, I reckon. If you are a generally cleaner, nicer person than I, you might wish to try "grrrr" instead of the usual "fuck off" at the system. It seems to have the same effect.
Of course telly is plagued with nicorette ads at present, and Special K and other diet themes. I don't know if people make resolutions to worm their pets as of Jan 1st though... And the TV programmes themselves are count downs of best and worst moments of 2006. It didn't seem like too much happened this year. How the mind soon forgets that Max very nearly died only days ago in't 'Oaks.
I did enjoy Grumpy Old Women the other night, discussing the perils of Christmas. Especially funny was when one woman forgot Joseph's name ("you know, Jesus' Dad. What was he called...?" I thought that that was probably God anyway). I am currently blogging until the New Year theme begins (in about 30 mins). The women were discussing the organisation that Christmas involves. I know we all need something to look forward to, and that the expectations are usually much more exciting than the event we are looking forward to, but I think that women probably most enjoy the organisation (with military precision) that Christmas entails. Now it is over I can look forward to a new year by writing lists of how I am going to be a better person come January. I will be thin, healthy and happy. And successful in my career. And teetotal. And rich, incidentally. I will do yoga, eat mango and passion fruit (but, heaven forbid, no wine!) and will work my little ass off daily. Updates to follow. Stroppy blog will be renamed. Something lively and upbeat. And it will be witty. Hmm...
Until the next installment... Fingers crossed I won't be made to write a cynical entry about the anticlimax that is New Year's Eve. I have already fallen out with Virgin trains* today when trying to book tickets to Edinburgh. Frankien and I will have a fine (wine fuelled) time!
Happy New Year.
Moon. xxx
* Incidentally it does seem that if you swear enough at the voice activated Virgin trains service, you will automatically be transferred to a call centre full of people that don't understand you and who ignore anything that the voice activated system actually manages to identify anyway. Saves a good ten minutes, I reckon. If you are a generally cleaner, nicer person than I, you might wish to try "grrrr" instead of the usual "fuck off" at the system. It seems to have the same effect.
posted by Moon @ 8:30 pm
1 Comments:
At 4:38 pm,
Tombola said…
I chuckled at your swearing at automated helpline comments. I had a bit of a ruckus with a manned helpline earlier today. Am trying to get a new mobile contract sorted - man alive, we all know the horrors of trying to get a PAC - and someone from Mobile Rainbow (I know, I know, with a name like that I may as well kiss goodbye to my £420 right now) was calling me about my application. The guy kept saying he couldn't hear what I was saying (I could him perfectly well). He asked me for a landline number he could call me back on and after repeated failed attempts to pass on this info, he said he would try my mobile again in 10 minutes. By this point - about 15 mins of confused, misheard toing and froing - I was getting pretty exasperated. I said, 'Ok, so you'll call me back on this number in 10 minutes then?' to which he replied 'Yes'. So then I snapped 'WELL IF YOU COULD HEAR ME SAY THAT THEN WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?' Jesus wept.
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