Friday, June 30, 2006

Flaming June Pt II

Well, here we are, June all done bar the shouting. In lots of ways it lived up to my expectations. My 40th was far and away the best 40th party I've ever had. A massive thank you to all you lovely people who came along, and those who couldn't but were there in spirit.

The Wedding went extremely well, the happy couple have now returned to the world, ready to settle back into years of fetching each others slippers, cocoa and buying soft furnishings....ok perhaps not yet.

England, in spite of the best efforts of S.G.E are still in the World Cup.

And of course, being England, weather has alternated between a tropical summer and Icelandic winter in the space of 30 days.

Still my favourite month, oh well, only another 12 months to go......

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

And Finally a Rant-Free one....

Just a quick note to say goodbye to Princess P. One of our number right since the early days, you're off to pastures new, new beaches, new experiences, new friends. I know it's only Bournemouth, but you know how crap us lot are at going anywhere.

You're one of the best P, we'll all miss you. Hopefully see you in the not too distant future.

Come On England...I Guess

I'm a full blown, dyed in the wool, cross of St George wearing Englishman.

I shall remain so until the day I die, regardless of where I'm living, who my friends are or anything else. So it pains me to say, thank God we will be soon rid of that numpty Swede we currently have performing perverse tactical experiments with our precious football team. Because quite frankly at the moment, it's embarrassing. How on earth we've managed to still be in the competition in spite of his formation ideas, I have no idea. It's simple Sven, 4-4-2, bugger your 'holding' position, bugger your 'one man up front' system. We don't care if 'the players like it'. We don't, it makes us look like we cannot play the game, and it will mean our boys coming home after we play the Portuguese free-style fighting team on Saturday.

On another note on the World Cup, bad luck the Aussies for that bloody appalling penalty decision at the end of their game. Yet another Italian is currently being transferred from their football squad to the Olympic diving team as we speak.

And finally on football, for now anyway...
Sixteen yellow cards, four sendings off. What the bloody hell was that all about??

Cyclists.

I think some of you may have been expecting this one. It's been an old favourite in the Stevie rant collection for some considerable time now, and sooner or later it was going to appear on the blog.

I hate them.
They never seem to get it right.
These days, if you hit one of the inconsiderate, self-satisfied little oiks, you are looked upon with more derision that a carpet-bomber of Kurdistan or a fundamental terrorist.
They pay no bloody road tax (and no, paying it for you car sitting at home on the drive doesn't count, if you have two cars, you pay two lots of tax, why should you be allowed on the road with another vehicle for free?).

When we've gone to the trouble to give them 30% of the pavement, (which is for bloody pedestrians) in the form of a cycle lane, they happily use it, until it reaches a junction, at which point, they immediately adopt their favourite stance, that of some sort of bizarre "diplomatic immunity" that they think they have from the rules of the road. They will then proceed to zip across the road, regardless of traffic light status, or launch into some kind of pavement/road/ crossing combo, ignoring the lights for either vehicle or pedestrian, to the best of their ability.

At least the Dutch use a bell!

If you happen to be the victim of these lunatics and accidentally run them over as they perform their multi-surface combo, you're likely to get put up against a wall and shot.

A sad by-product of these cycle lanes is the fact that they then assume they have divine right to cycle on any bit of bloody pavement they see there-after! No! You are not bloody ten years old and wearing stabilizers, get off the bloody pavement!

For the pavement riding variety of Cyclist I suggest an effective solution. Simply carry a sturdy stick at all times, and should you see one approaching, thrusting it vigorously through their spokes as they pass should sufficiently cure them of their problem.

The other breed of cyclist is an altogether more irritating animal and needs to be dealt with far more aggressively.

The morons that insist on riding on the road two abreast.

No matter the width (or lack thereof) of the road. No matter that a twenty ton lorry is coming the other way and you need to use your side of the road and not just two feet in the middle of it.
Still they insist on riding alongside their fellow moron, perhaps comparing silly tight shorts or water containers, apparently oblivious to the traffic scenario ahead.
Truly the ultimate in bloody stupid selfish individuals, there is only one sensible solution for these people.
Exploding helmets.
Helmets should become obligatory for cyclists.
With the wonders of modern technology, we could simply insert small explosive devices into the helmets, and, should strategically placed sensors at the side of the road indicate that a cyclist has ridden two abreast for any longer than the amount of time required for over-taking, the device is triggered.
Now you can all see the benefit this can bring to mankind. Kind of Darwinism for two-wheeled idiots. But there is another benefit.
If one places the the explosives on the left of the helmet, should it have cause to go off, there's a good possibility it may also take out the OTHER offending rider! Killing two nerds with one stone as it were.

So, come on drivers and pedestrians, lets reclaim our roads and streets from these self satisfied individuals. Pick up your sturdy sticks, write to your MP about exploding helmets, and one day we will once more be able to travel our highways and byways in peace and safety, without fear of seeing anymore dayglo green or yellow unless it's on a council worker.

Okay, Okay....

Alright, so I didn't bother writing anything for some time. I could use the excuse that, due to an incredibly fun-packed and exciting June so far, I simply didn't have the time, but it would be bollocks. I've just been very lazy. Not an un-common trait in me, as most of you will know. Anyway, I'm back, I'm ranting again, so shut up moaning.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Flaming June..

Well, it's finally arrived, the month we've all been waiting for (well I have anyway) Flaming June! There is seemingly no end to the social functions this month, including (but not limited to) The Mighty B & Her Ladyship's wedding, about twenty birthdays (including my own 40th!) The long awaited return of "London's Best Trance Party", and of course the World Cup finals!! I am currently unemployed, and frankly, bloody grateful, how the heck would I possibly fit it all in otherwise??
First of these big events, the wedding, takes place this saturday, so may I wish a marvelous day to all, particularly of course the bride and groom!
June, you gotta love it!!