Sunday, January 31, 2010
The above letter could apply to most things and quite a few shops.
I imagine that every reader of this blog post can empathise with my position on this matter. At some time, something you have purchased has been deliberately blighted by a member of shop staff.
I may start a small campaign to have shop assistants remove sticky labels before a purchase is made so that they can potentially ruin their own stock and not my day.
Point made, rant far from over.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Some things just work.
This is 'Talking Carl' and he lives in an app on your iPhone or iPod Touch. I think it may be primarily aimed at children but a lot of adults are finding him a joy too.
He basically repeats what you say in his own voice. So what's funny about that you may ask. Well what's funny is that it'll knock at least a decade off your age, possibly two, three or even more. It's very easy to become a child once again with 'Talking Carl'.
If that's something you haven't experienced for a long time then visit www.awyse.com/talkingcarl/TalkingCarl.html or the app store.
Isn't it time I grew up? No!
Monday, January 25, 2010
So there I was.
Minding my own business on my tacho break today when a Slovak man asked for my help. His van woundn't start and he couldn't understand the people on the emergency phone. I helped as much as I could but the language barrier was getting in the way.
Luckily I have an app for that. Soon enough we were rough conversing and I managed to let the Transport Agency know what was going on. They turned up and complicated the situation by not giving our foreign friend any garage numbers while all the time insisting that they couldn't jump start his engine. He eventually had to settle for the promise of a translated phone call. Hopefully he got it because I had to go but not before the HA people had left for a motorway accident. Their basic phrase book had proved useless and had they had a smartphone and access to Google translate I may not have been needed.
Welcome to the space age.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
My new bicycle friend. He's a workhorse like Sausage but we'll ride into work together instead of me using the car.
I've been saving a new journal since xmas so that I can write about the adventures Sausage, Monty and I have. A book about me and bikes.
Not very interesting but a few jokes in there I imagine.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
I hate service stations.
For the weary traveller that desperately needs a break or the truck driver who is required by law to rest, they are the bane of folk behind the wheel.
They do bring respite for families that have children with them, either for a toilet break or just a chance to stretch their legs. They also offer the opportunity to help you drive legally by not being tired or distracted by numb limbs. Motorway services offer the traveller an opportunity to rest and refresh. But at a cost!
Services have changed over the years. Once the domain of unknown cafes and shops they now offer you high street names and trusted brands.
But stop there for a minute. What are you paying for the same products and service you have come to expect in the town or city where you live? More, a lot more.
Just because you are on a major road shouldn't change a thing.
I imagine that the majority of people feel somewhat held to ransom because they don't want to deviate too much from the route they need to take. The service stations seem to think that by offering nothing but over-priced goods that you will succumb to their greed and I think this quite obvious attitude is outdated and ignorant of customer service at any level.
As a truck driver I have to by law take a break during my working day. Sometimes I have to stop at service stations because they are the nearest rest stop on my route. However I try very hard not to be without food or drink before I stop at them. I'm not rich enough to throw open my wallet and indulge in lunch or even coffee but sometimes this is what I require, however I always do without.
There is no way that motorway service stations will disappear. There is very little chance that they will ever align their prices to their high street counterparts.
My advice is to take a packed lunch.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Giving up smoking is difficult.
I know, I've tried and failed.
I've tried this way and that way and I get get to about two weeks before I'm driving myself and everyone else crazy.
This time I thought I'd try something different. This time I would use tech. I've got a network of good friends on Twitter. I have an app to help me quit. I have a DVD to watch care of the NHS and support helplines aplenty should I feel like giving up on my quest.
I know it will be difficult, very difficult. But this time if I fail everyone will know. Not just those close to me.
So wish me luck. My first smoke free day is January 21st. No doubt all the trials and tribulations will be on here.
This time failure is a really public option.