Major Ethnic Group Happy and Normal or MEGHAN for short. Now that’s some acronym! Obviously Horny And Really Rampant Youngsters shouldn’t be included ‘cos they’re too busy breaking Covid rules, taking hippy crack and dumping tonnes of rubbish in our parks, forests and beaches. Luckily they’ve forgotten about Laura Thunderburg and her yellow plastic coat trying to save the world from tonnes of rubbish being dumped in our parks, forests and beaches. And what a mess the selfish little bastards have made. Maybe instead of studying “sports science” or “media studies” they could do something useful instead and learn how to be a decent human being first.
Still, back to the MEGHAN people. Maybe that’s me although Happy is a bit thin on the ground at the moment! In fact I only just scrape in with Normal!
What does appear to be normal though is the fact that a bunch of spotty school kids at Pimlico Academy can dictate to us. They have no right to demand that the Union Flag is no longer flown above their school. Well kids, irrespective of your colour, creed or religion this is Great Britain and that is our flag of which many people a rightly proud and of which many have fought and died for. I suppose a good (and polite) analogy would be that if you don’t like our flag, go to a place where they have a nicer one!
Oh yes. And they think that British History shouldn’t concentrate on just the white kings and queens. Well, aren’t they going to do well on Mastermind when they’re all grown up and find out that Cetshwayo KaMpande wasn’t actually a king of Great Britain.
It appears the authorities are too frightened to say “Boo to a goose” in these super PC times.
And now.......
The Saga of Go Outdoors
J ordered a rucksack from GoOutdoors, paid for delivery and waited! I too waited and on arrival and inspection I said “what’s that?”
“What’s that” was a Radio frequency ink filled exploding security device. You know, the sort used in hi tech wars to guard their assets. The sort Jason Bourne would find on the top secret Treadstone files in Pamela Landy’s desk. Obviously the rucksack had been sent from the GoOutdoors Manchester store.
After a moderately warm conversation with customer services and a tennis game of emails Julia returned the bag and ordered and paid for a replacement.
We waited patiently and yesterday the new rucksack arrived. Hoorah. J unwrapped and I looked on. As she unveiled her new rucksack from its re-cycled plastic negligee I pointed and said.....”What’s that” and yes, there it was again. A brand new Radio frequency ink filled exploding security device.
So collecting my “Mr Angry” telephone device from its secure receptacle I phoned Customer Services. For the good it did I might as well have been telling Max not to wee against trees. Stage 2 of mister angry. An email to their CEO explains the error of his way and how the hell he expected his already failing company to survive in the the world of internet shopping if they sent out everything with security tags on. I await his reply but I’m expecting a letter complete with a cheque for compensation, a grovelling apology and a Radio frequency ink filled exploding security device.
The waiting continues.
Still, our new found Spring Time freedom allowed us to travel to Ceredigion. Julia sat in the sun with her mum eating Coronation Chicken washed down with a crisp, chilled white wine and I headed for Tregaron bog armed with coffee, cheese rolls and a 600mm lens to hunt for red kites. I saw 2 but both were riding thermals in the stratosphere so no pictures of them. I think that a long weekend up at Gigrin farm (kite feeding station) is called for. Maybe in May or June and Who knows? Julia might even have a new rucksack by then!
Comments
Post a Comment