August 2008

I like cats, and while I don’t really see any reason why anyone wouldn’t like them, I can appreciate that they may not be everyone’s cup of tea.

But what I can’t even begin to comprehend is why anyone, cat-hater or not, would want to do this to one :

Not much more needs to be said other than whoever shot this cat with an arrow doesn’t deserve to draw another breath.

A typical English 40 something, having split from his latest girlfriend, decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank.

He found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts.

After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore. In disbelief, he asks, ‘Where did you come from? How did you get here?’

Our BMW 120d is in for some repairs this week, and 80 miles in the Fiat Punto courtesy car have left me with things I’m already missing from the BM…

  • The ability to accelerate…at all…
  • Automatic wipers.
  • Centre armrest.
  • Any sort of feeling in the brakes, the Fiat’s are spongy to say the least.
  • 6th gear.
  • Computer which informs your mpg, miles left in the tank etc.
  • iPod connector.
  • Reassuring “thunk” when you close the doors.
  • Rear parking sensors.

In 2002 I bought a new MINI, and was over the moon - if a little skint because of it.  The best thing about MINIs financially speaking, was that you could order a TLC pack when you bought it which basically meant you spent £100.00 at the outset and that entitled you to a booklet of vouchers which covered your first 3 years servicing.

£100 for 3 years servicing = a very good deal indeed.

Yes, I have been lazy in not posting for about three weeks but I’m back and it will never happen again I promise (bear in mind that promises made on a blog are not binding).

It was reported all over the place today that Peaches Geldof has got married.  Now, it’s polite to wish people well in such circumstances but I really couldn’t care less to be totally honest.  Had she not been the daughter of Sir Bob Geldof, I wouldn’t even know her name never mind what she does - in fact, what does she do? I really have no idea.