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Driving Tests - Passed

Hey folks.

I figured this was worthy of noting here for those of you who don't follow me on Facebook or Tumblr or the like.

On my 3rd attempt I've finally managed to pass my driving test! Woooo! Only an automatic licence for now, I'm going to look into sitting the manual test in a while but right now the only car I had available to practice in was an auto so it made sense to just go for this one so I had a car available to me for Winter.

Still, taken me 14 months from start to finish to get my licence, goddess only knows how many hours driving Cat's car around, easily over a thousand miles, about 15 hours of official lessons and three attempts at the test.

Done and dusted. :)

A Quick Summary.

1. Got married.
2. Went on honeymoon.
3. Broke my hand.

That's about it for now. Typing hurts like hell. See ya.

On Abercrombie and Fitch.

Talk about a storm in a teacup. So the CEO is an elitist twat... And? EVERY company out there has a target audience/clientele/demographic they aim for. Any that says they don't is lying.

So he's stated, perhaps a little bit more bluntly than is entirely wise, the people his company is aiming to sell to. If you don't like his attitude (and for the record, I think he's an idiot), DON'T SHOP THERE. See how simple it is? "You're a prick, I'm taking my money somewhere else."

Enough people do it, the company goes bust or their market share sinks to a point where he's thrown out and replaced with someone less of a douche.

Boom. Problem solved, let's all get on with our lives. Here endeth the lesson.

Wedding Streaming.

Okay folks, if you're interested in seeing our wedding but are unable to attend, can you please send me your full name and email address BY WEDNESDAY so I can pass it on to the tech guy that's setting up the web streaming? Thanks!

Hiding replies to this so that you don't need to worry about handing your details out to the world at large!


Mumford & Sons

Cat and I have tickets and in July we're off to see this -


Further Wedding Update

Banns forms - Submitted to both St Nicks and All Saints churches. (Basically the "banns" are where your wedding is officially announced, and people have an opportunity to protest for whatever reason, though apparently this never happens, you still need to do it. They need to be read out three times on different days so you need to make sure you have plenty of time to get it done!)

Wedding rings - Ordered from the "Van Kloof" jeweler in Stevenage Old Town. We're going with tungsten this time, rather than the titanium we used for the engagement rings.

DJ - Picked the one we want, just need to sort out the details with them.

Stag Do - Need to email my best man about it, will sort that out later today as well. Need to look into just what there is to do around Stevenage.

And that's it.


On Motorbikes - Fixed... By Magic?

The shop took it apart and put it back together and lo and behold, the problem seems to have vanished.

No more smell of petrol, no more petrol in the overflow... Either they found a really silly problem and don't want to admit it, or this really is just a mystery. Either way, don't think I'll ever have a definitive cause unless it happens again.


On Motorbikes - WTF Moments.

So, my Varadero 1000 had a big service last week.

24,000 mile service, full set of brake pads, new tyres, new 12v accessory socket fitted.

She was out of commission for nearly a week at the shop while all this was done, but I got her back eventually and the first thing I noticed when I turned the engine on was -

A. Hmm, funny smell of petrol. Oh well, the tank's been off, probably a little bit got spilled and needs to burn off.
B. Wow, I'm nearly out of petrol. The display says I've got 8 miles to empty... 7 miles... 6 miles... What the fuck? I was literally watching it tick down as the bike was idling.

Found a petrol station, filled the tank... Noticed later that when she was on the side stand, there was petrol coming out the overflow pipe under the bike so, figured the smell of petrol was due to my being clumsy and somehow overfilling the tank (though I've never overfilled a tank in all my years of biking, still... First time for everything).

Went for a ride, got 40 miles in and suddenly the air was reeking of petrol. Looked down and what did I see? The petrol literally bubbling back up out the tank, spilling from around the filler cap and pouring down over both sides of the tank. Seconds after noticing this, the engine cut out and bike coasted to a stop in the middle of what might well be the busiest roundabout in London - The Hanger Lane Gyratory, a maelstrom of idiots driving like their lives depend on it, changing lanes without looking, indication or a common sense... And I was stuck in it.

Managed to paddle the bike over to the side of the road and park up. Nearly three hours later I was in the breakdown truck, heading home (My thanks to the half-dozen or so bikers and car drivers who stopped to ask if I was okay or gave me a wave to check if I needed help!). The bike shop that did the work has just been to pick the bike up to find out what the hell's gone wrong with it. Not really a good start, this was the first time I'd done business with them, how they deal with this will determine if there's going to be a second time.

In the short term, without a bike yet again. Sigh.


On Aliens: Colonial Marines

So the movie "Aliens" ends with the Atmosphere Processing Facility going kerblooey. You see the explosion!

Soooo.... Exactly how did the colony survive a thermonuclear impact going off on its doorstep? Apparently it's still in one piece in the new game! Man, they certainly built those things tough! I dunno why everyone was so concerned about escaping from it in the movie as the colony got through it almost unscathed!

Apparently the explanation for this is that "Hadley’s Hope was built to withstand severe weather, so it’s more or less intact".

Really? REALLY? So you really expect me to believe that Weyland-Yutani, a company infamous for treating its employees as cannon fodder in every single movie, comic and book, actually built this thing strong enough to survive a nuclear explosion?

Nice, Fox. So your idea of "canon" is actually just to bullshit the ending of your own movie and treat us like idiots? Jackasses.


On poetry.

By Dorianne Laux

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don't regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You've walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don't bother remembering
any of it. Let's stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

My favourite line - "You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake". I've always felt that it was the things that went wrong in my life that made me who I am, that brought me to this place now, to where I'm happy.

I may need to make that line another tattoo.

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