Highlights of my miserable life in Rugby
All manner of surprises await you when opening the door to a new model. In this case it was Jesus Christ she doesn’t look old enough! It was a good job she had her driving license with her or I wouldn’t have let her in. She was an inexperienced amateur, the variety that more often than not will chicken out and no show you, so I had nothing set-up which was a pity because she turned out to be a little beauty.
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For over a year now my electricity supplier has pestered me about fitting one of their so called smart meters. Being an awkward cunt I’ve resisted, until that is a couple of weeks ago when they tricked me during a phone call. I would like to let you all know that they really do save you money, well they failed to make the appointment so had to pay me compensation! I’m looking forward to the new date and hoping they don’t turn up again because I need all the help I can get with reducing my energy bills.
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Well I finally got off my fat arse and had an adventure. When I say got off my arse I mean I sat on several trains for over 8 hours taking a day return to Skegness. My mission was to see the sea, tricky thing at Skeggy, it involves what seems to be a 1/2 mile hike over heavy wet sand to reach the shore line. Beautiful, I can stare at the sea for hours, well under an hour on this occasion because I wanted to get home at a reasonable time. The town was busy, so busy I had to use my elbows to fight my way down the high street, but on reaching the beach it was deserted except for me and a couple of others. Okay the weather was a touch blowy, or should that be bracing, but that’s no excuse for not wanting to enjoy the views of the Lincs Offshore Wind Farm and the muddy coloured North Sea. Rob chastised me for airing my opinions on Brighton so I won’t say anything against Skegness. Fuck it! I’ve never seen so many ugly people gathered in one place!
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I was sorting through a box of trannies when I happened upon a couple of nice sets shot one summer in the back jungle, sorry I meant garden. I thought they would make a jolly good update so I booted up the scanner to copy them across to the computer. Everything looked okay except the computer refused to acknowledge the existence of the scanner. Bollocks! With some excellent support from the writer of the VueScan software I use I’ve done a bit of testing but the only conclusion that can be drawn is sadly my scanner has kicked the bucket, well the thingy that controls the connection anyway. I’m not amused. A repair isn’t cheap and probably a waste of money because having bought it back in 2001 (cost almost £1000) it’s ancient technology and there is no guarantee it will work with any new computer I buy. I’m afraid my trannie collection will have to be marked out of bounds until I find the cash for a replacement.
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The older you get the more boring you become. Is that true? Well I’m definitely one of the front runners in the race to dig the deepest rut in Rugby. This year I’ve done naught exciting. It’s true that for most of my life I’ve avoided excitement but this year has been exceptionally dull. I could jolt myself into action for the back end of the year but I’ve got no money now, I’ve given it away to a good cause, well that’s what she told me she was. C’est la vie.
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