Jumping on the last bandwagon of the day

Considering the fact that I have a blog, a fully fledged on-line persona, a few published works of fanfiction and (god help me) a twitter page, I have now taken the next step in the evolution of communication. I have got myself a Kindle! (other e-books are available)

Why? Damned if I know. I just woke up one morning and had this very strange feeling that getting myself one of these things will make my life infinity better. The concept of an ebook is fantastic. a whole library of books that you can carry around with you in your back pocket. A screen that can be read in bright sunlight (the bane of the laptop’s existence) and there is a ton of free stuff you can get for it too! The fact that you can put PDF’s on there as well is a fantastic thing for me, and was pretty much the turning point. Now I can put all of my favourite works on fanfiction and carry them around with me wherever I go! No more lugging around my laptop when I go away for a few days, just in case I get a bit bored. And no more paying for over priced books which weigh me down and contribute to a heft portion of my baggage allowance.

Shame I’m having a devil of a time getting my hands on one.

I know what you are thinking. The Kindle is from Amazon. Job done. The thing is I KNOW who Amazon use for their home deliveries and I would not trust them to delivery an empty box! So, I checked out Argos, local stores did not have it in stock. I KNOW!!! I’ll pop down to Tesco, I’ll get points for it there too. They didn’t have any in stock! Only for ‘click and collect’ from their website. *sigh* OK then!

So, I paid for this thing on-line and waited patiently for the despatch notification to come through. This morning I got it. With a tracking number. A tracking number for the delivery company who are used by Amazon! The delivery company I have been trying so hard to avoid!

My Kindle was put onto a van at 6:20 am this morning…. and it seems to be still on that van. The van set off on it’s journey 30 miles away from the store that it was supposed to be delivering my Kindle to. And now, as of 7:37 PM. Not yet at the store.

I’m not sure if I want to sit in a corner and cry or hurt someone!

 

 

The Football Orphan

So, there’s football on is there? You know what, I hadn’t noticed. It’s a bit surprising really, especially as my parents deserted me last night to watch it. I was even in the same room as them, I felt alone. The only moment of togetherness I felt was when I looked up as some bloke scored a goal for England with his face. His FACE!! Blimey!

So, how long does this stuff last? Too long that’s for sure. It’s amazing that this game is actually now considered to be an Olympic sport!

I just don’t get football. Never have, never will.

There is no respect in the game! And I’m not talking about the hooligan fans or the players taking chunks out of each other. It’s like a player on the pitch thinks he is god and all should bow down before him. Well guess what, bub? That bloke running around you with the whistle and the pretty little red and yellow cards? He is your boss on that filed and you should show him some respect for his authority. Go and watch a rugby match! Those guys are HUGE and yet the call the diddy bloke with the Britney Spears mic “Sir”!

Football players get paid more money in one week than I will ever see in my entire lifetime and yet they seem to think that the world actually owes them something.

All of this, is why I am a Cricket fan. I like Cricket. I understand Cricket!

(and yes, I do end up jumping up and down on the spot calling for a LBW review.)

 

The Best Of British

Well, there it goes. The biggest weekend to hit the UK since the Royal Wedding last year. People will be talking about the Queen’s Jubilee weekend for about… oh, a month or so? At least up until the Olympics kick off.

Good grief! I see that the country as a whole shares in my unfortunate hobby of spending money that I haven’t got. Th economy is in crisis and we seem to be throwing party after party. How many billions have been spend for these things? I don’t think the Queen paid for it herself.

Still, I do like the Royal family. Especially Prince Harry (nudge-nudge-wink-wink), the ‘wild child’ of the palace. He’s my age too, which rocks!

It does seem, however, that the royal family are, essentially, a tourist attraction. They bring in an absolute fortune every year from people going to London, waiting at the palace for any glimpse of her, trying to badger the Royal Guards into cracking a smile….

William and Kate have brought a new life into the Royals and I think that this is why the nation, and the world, has turned out in such support.

But, now the hype is over, the bunting is coming down and people are left talking about how Paul McCartney’s voice was creaking a bit when he did his spot at the concert. Rule Britannia, God save the Queen, and peace to all.