It's The Little Things

The little things in life are the most important - or infuriating.

I seem to be noticing more and more instances of dickhead-ness in general society.  Recently on Coronation Street a tram crashed on to the street.  SIX members of public contacted the Manchester Metrolink service enquiring if there would be any delays following the crash that they'd just seen on TV.  These people are out there every day, mingling amongst us.  Be aware.

Whilst driving to work in the freezing weather we had last week, BBC Radio Lancashire were telling us all about the traffic problems across the country, all very good.  However, the presenter went on to say "...and if you can't receive BBC Radio Lancashire, you can always check our website for the up to date travel situation".  I actually shouted "dickhead" at the radio.

I am having an ongonig spat with a corporate communications department at work.  I have never known a department communicate as badly as they do.  They have magazines and posters and big fuck off displays all over the place, but try and email them and see if you get a response!  9 times out of 10 you won't.  My latest gripe with them is about the hundreds of posters that have appeared all around our building telling us to turn the lights off.  With very very few exceptions, the whole building has sensors fitted so if nobody is there (or if you keep very still), the lights go off.  That is knob-headed enough of corporate comms, but they've gone a step further and produced a poster using glow in the dark ink!  What the bloody hell is the point of that?

Conversely, there are many little things in life that bring me much joy.  When my wife looks into my eyes.  She doesn't need to say a word, because I know what she's thinking - and it's beautiful.  The times when Luke randomly hugs me and tells me he loves me - those things money can't buy.  The little things that almost make me weep, and sometimes do, are the hugs I receive from my children as I drop them back off at Rhyl.

Music.  Music is an inconsequential thing to most people, but it brings me SUCH an array of emotions.  There are songs that make me smile like a tit, and there are others that will reduce me to tears.  How powerful is music?

And You Know What Else.....

Morning.

Yep, another night shift post, so stand by for the ramblings of a tired mind.

There is some properly lovely music out there isn't there?  I love shuffling my ipod and sitting back to enjoy what it sings for me.  If it sings a shit song (and sometimes it does), I mark it as one star and then delete it next time I synchronise it.  My logic behind it is that no song on my ipod should be shit enough to only merit one star.

On my way to work this evening I found myself stuck at a roundabout.  NObody was indicating so I could not safely pull out. People behind me were flashing, like they had some sort of connection with the non-indicating drivers and they just knew which way they were turning.  Fuckers.

I am on my second night of four. I have these two nights this week, then next week two days and one night before having five days off with my family.  I am very very excited about spending a night just myself and my beautiful wife at a hotel in Manchester.  We're going to visit the Christmas markets and drink that funny wein stuff and generally have an ace time!

In work at the moment, I am slightly fearful for my life.  I am working with a bloke who has been sectioned, one who should be sectioned and a third is working on a team across the way from me who is currently looking at very detailed photographs of guns on the internet.  Help!!

The weather is all weird at the moment.  It is consistently fucking freezing but it keeps kind of giving us a bit of snow then stopping, so now there are white bits at the side of the main road, which are frozen solid (it's minus seven degrees outside, according to the gun fanatic).  I LOVE a bit of snow, me.  I know it fucks the country up something rotten, but so long as my wife doesn't have to drive in it, I like it.  We had some proper snow in January this year.  Two highlights for me were using a pick axe to break through the two inch thick ice that formed on the road outside our house, and my naked snow angel in the back garden. 

Music Television is really bad.  I'm a thirty six year old man, and flicking through the various MTV channels (not just the MTV branded channels), there was absolutely nothing that appealed to me.  And then it hit me - AbsoluteTV.  Absolute Radio has spawned several baby radio stations this year - Absolute Classic Rock, Absolute 80s, Absolute Radio 90's, and the newest child in the fold - Absolute 00's (noughties).  There are two "obvious" decades missing from their lineup, but I'm guessing that would put them in more of a "gold" radio format territory and I'm not sure that is where they belong.  So for me, the next step has to be a music television channel. 

They could do it Howard Stern style (without the filth and depravity), and broadcast Christian O'Connell's breakfast show on the channel, before moving on to the best bits from their radio family throughout the day.  I genuinely think this could work.  I need to email someone so I can be told "oh yeah - that's ace.  now go away.".

I have tentatively offered Taxi services for tomorrow night.  Some of my "colleagues" from work are having a night out in Liverpool and it's quite a lucrative way of making a few pounds offering to pick them up and ferry them home.  A taxi would cost about £20, so I've said £15. I won't come close to using a gallon of fuel so will make over £10 profit for my efforts. 

I am going to suggest to my wonderful wife that we put our Christmas decorations up on Sunday afternoon / evening.  We can listen to Christmas songs whilst we do it - all three of us.  I can't wait!!  Must make sure we have blu-tac.

I am in to the last month of my daily photo blog.  I am very very looking forward to it finishing.  It's been difficult to keep motivated enough to do it of late.  I've taken to not blogging for several days, then posting a whole load at once.  I'm pleased I've done it, but I won't be doing anything similar to it soon.  That said, I can't help feeling like I'll be at a loose blogging end come January.  Who knows what 2011 will bring?!

Ok, I've gone on for aaaages now so I'll go and drink some hot chocolate.

See ya!