Easter Eggs????

Bring back Feargal Quinn! Or has he actually left Superquinn? I've a feeling he still has some kind of figurehead roll to play. Anyhow, THIS would not have happened in his day. EASTER EGGS on the shelves on the twelfth of January. They say there's an early Easter this year; it doesn't excuse it. Pathetic is what it is.

So now we've Halloween starting in August, Christmas starting the day after Halloween and Easter starting less than a week after little Christmas! What the fluck is going on and is there anyway that we as consumers can just demonstrate that enough is enough!

Bonfires

So I'm driving along in my automobile, my imaginary friend beside me at the wheel.
We were going so fast we didn't realise the bonfire outside the flats was really alive.

At nine o'clock the other night I'm driving through the north side of Dublin. The council of the area in their generosity and using my money have built a lovely basketball court with a grassy area with goals alongside it for the kids to play on. It's a sh1t cool looking court and I wouldn't mind it outside my front door. To my amazement there are two little gurriers with a bonfire going full blast in the middle of the pitch. They are no more than fifteen. What surprises me though is that the pitch is like the San Siro, it is surrounded on three sides by flats. Why are there no parents out telling them to put it out, they're destroying the pitch? Is everyone too scared of the little scumbags even at that age? Makes me sick. I'm going to be classist here. You've middle class parents working away to pay for Mikey and Becky to do all sorts of after school activities with feckall basketball and football courts appearing in those neighbourhoods... these gobsh1tes have it and they decide to build a bonfire on it and it is not even Halloween! Just doesn't seem fair.

Snots in a perspex box

Is it just me, or do most people seem to think that they have stepped into some kind of magic perspex box when they sit into their cars? I don't know how many people I've seen in a car on their own, just sitting there with one finger up their bugle, picking to their hearts content, not a care in the world. Sitting pretty as if we in the car right beside them, albeit going in the other direction, cannot see them! They should bring in penalty points for habits untoward.

Taxi Drivers

I'm noticing a similar theme running through my posts this evening... general annoyance in the car. Anyway, taxi drivers. Bad enough that they suddenly brake and indicate and pull up onto the kerb. You can't blame them if the twat in the passenger seat suddenly said, stop here please. What annoys me so, is when you're driving along, you see a taxi parked on the side of the road, not even with his flashers on, and all of a sudden he's pulled out in front of you, no warning whatsoever! What is that all about?! You think with them being on the roads everyday, they might know the rules of their place of work! Where is the traffic corps when you need it?

Picture Credit Cards

Jees, I'm on a roll. So I'm driving to work this morning. Got stuck at Hart's Corner, as you do, I won't even mention the poxy train derailing near Skerries and the pandemonium that caused on my convoluted journey from Donabate to Ashbourne, via back roads, and on to Phibsboro. Suffice to say, that it's bullsh1t that Donabate doesn't have it's own bus service, apart from the oh so frequent one that goes to Swords!

Anyway, I digress, as usual. So I'm sitting at Hart's Corner waiting on the lights and I see an advertisement for Ulster Bank credit cards. So what I hear you say! SO, these credit cards allow you to upload any picture you want so that you have your own cool customized credit card. Ingenius yes, original no! My Spanish friend had one of those about five years ago! It's like debit cards and pin numbers for credit cards... continental Europe has it all first! Why is Ireland so behind the times STILL???

And speaking of signs...

Heading North on the M1, not too far after the airport turnoff but before the one for Donabate, there is a sign that has been "under test" for like two months. Come on lads, how long can you display D19 N51 for? I don't know what it says, but seriously, how long does it take to test an electronic sign?!

Port tunnel signage

What's up with the Port Tunnel signage? It is downright confusing for the poor schmucks who aren't from around. Like the person in the English reg. car last night on my way to bball. He obviously looked up, saw an abundance of signs that said "City Centre, Keep Left". So he kept left and ended up on the slip road for Coolock. He starts to brake near the top figuring he was lost and then manages to go straight back down the other side of the slip road to the city centre.

It is THE most ridiculous system. All the trucks on the one hand are coming down from the M50, on the left, having to cross three lanes of traffic to get into the Port Tunnel. Then you have all the cars speeding up the M1 and let's be honest loads of those Northern reg. cars do not slow down, so they come flying along, suddenly realise that they are headed straight for the tunnel unless they veer across two lanes, avoid the barrage of trucks and somehow end up in the lane for the city centre. It's just madness. That is of course when the marvellous tunnel is open. I won't even go there.

Cabin Fever

I was actually beginning to doubt myself; I hadn't come across a single iota that could cause me to moan all week! No, relax peeps, I'm fine. I haven't lost it. I'm still the moaniest wench on the planet. You name it, I can moan about it. I just hadn't really left the house apart from walks around the estate pushing a pink tricycle. That's what happens now that I am permitted to work part time from home. It's great so I can't moan. Plus with deliveries to be made all week I didn't actually have time to moan, except to the hubby about the fact that I was doing a tad more than the part-time hours I'd agreed. To next week and beyond, no more working past 11am!

Taking the mickey BIG TIME

I've just booked flights on AerLingus.com which I haven't done since last year. When I got to the end I was able to prebook my seats, something which I've done before and it's handy to get a window seat if possible. Anyhow, what a flucking joke! You now have to pay three euro EACH WAY to do it but the classic lines are the following and I quote, pasted exactly from the website:

"The seat fees are non-refundable

Seat Selection can be overwritten on the day of travel, due to operational reasons."

So basically they're saying you pay them six quid each to sit wherever you want and you go to the airport on the day, you may not get the seats you asked for but you still won't get your money back! What the fluck? What kind of suckers do they think the general public are?

Protesting the royal visit

I'm not a big fan of the queen of England or anything, in fact I don't believe in such a thing as royalty, but I have to say I was incensed today when I drove by Bertie's constituency offices in Drumcondra. There was a crowd of protesters carrying placards bearing ill will toward her and not wishing her to visit. Talk about holding a grudge.

People seem obsessed with whether or not she'll visit. I read one journalist last week who said the world will be watching to see how we welcome her. AS IF! I couldn't believe he was serious, in a broadsheet and all. I don't think the world gives a flying fluck how some two-dime nation on the edge of nowhere, suddenly up itself, with a tiger fast running away, welcomes her.

To save my own blushes I just hope that if she does arrive that the same scumbags, who thought it would be a great idea to bombard the loyalists that came down last year, don't pull the same stupid stunt again.

Not that I'm in the habit of sparing my own blushes. Of course I had to roll down the window and shout "bigots" at the lads outside Bertie's second gaff today. What can I say, spur of the moment stupidity. I just hope they didn't get my reg number. You just don't know what fool with a knife will show up at your front door these days!

Merc drivers; don't tar them all with the one brush BUT

So I drive down to the chippers. Yeah, three days into the healthy eating and I've a hankering for a spice burger and chips. And there's a poxy Merc parked parallel to the chippers. It's not the done thing. Cars are usually pulled vertically in, in front of the chippers, to accommodate as many as possible. Typical bleeping Merc driver; no consideration for anybody else.

IM contacts logging out when you send them a message

It does my nut in when I see someone logging into MSN, I send them a message and suddenly they're offline. Bullsh1t, I know they've just logged off 'cos they don't want to talk. It would be more polite to just ignore the message. Grrrrrr.