London Trains

Trains are something I find myself moaning about quite a lot. More so now I have to use the tube as well. The trains are getting worse and more overcrowded. I can't believe that more people are using them due to the large amount of people that are being given the boot. Maybe more of the people who start work at 5, 6 or 7 are now doing 9 to 5. Whatever the reason is I don't care, I want them off my train so I can sit down and read my book. I would also like a bit of quiet to read my book as well. So all you people who think that it's acceptable to use the train as your personal office and start a phone conversation asking Emma to reschedule your 11am and if David could cover for Sarah who has phoned in sick today, I got news for you. Everybody in the carriage hates you and Sarah phoned in sick because she can't stand working for you as your too stupid and lazy to get into work on time and conduct your business from your office where you should be. I just don't get it. These idiots can pull out there blackberry's and spout tedious drivel for 20 minutes and that's fine but if I want to drill The Misfits into my brain to wake myself up a bit I'm Satan destroyer of train journeys. I was reading some trash free paper a wile ago and some idiots were moaning about certain ladies on trains putting makeup on. WHY! At least they ain't making any noise wile they do it. If they keep quiet they can make each other up as clowns and animals and stick before and after photos on the windows for all I care. Since I started writing this I have yet again been treated to a shining example of how low some people get in London. I was standing on a train as usual going to work and shock horror after two stops I am in the most privileged position to be standing next to a recently vacated seat. In a fraction of the flap of a flies wings I planted my gluteus maximus into the still warm seat. I was not sitting down for ten seconds when I became aware of the gimp across the aisle from me saying "try asking that guy". I was well aware that I was that guy so I turned to look who was going to ask me what. It was a short woman, so without thinking or waiting to hear what she was going to ask me I gave her my seat. It was only after I had stood up that I noticed she was very pregnant. It took about 10 minutes for what happened to sink in. A heavily pregnant woman made it known that she needed a seat, which I was not aware of I hasten to add at this point and this low life scum across the aisle from me told her to ask somebody else. If you have ever done anything like this guy then you are worse than the lowest scum on earth and deserve an acute and recurring dose of external haemorrhoid's. Trains in London are bad enough without the people on them making it worse. Do everybody a favour and chill out.

Call Of Duty

I finished Call of duty one yesterday. It finished the same as C.O.D Two did. The last but one level was well tough and the last level was a walk in the park. I installed the expansion pack (C.O.D United Offensive) for C.O.D One this morning. It is well hard. After a bit of messing around the first level is a big battle field with stuff going on all over the place. One rifle, 8 spuds and no machine gun. First thing I did after holding off the entire Nazi party with a machine gun so big it could decapitate an elephant was to knoble a Nazi and nick his machine gun. Tanks, Nazis and artillery left, right and center. Its a good job you get health packs, mind you, you have to stay alive long enough to pick them up. The bit I'm stuck on at the moment is getting right up my nose. I gotta take out tanks with a bazooka with yanks fighting Nazis hand to hand all round me. Three shells per bazooka per fox hole. Two shells to spank a tank. Can I get the bazooka to fire straight? Can I testicles. First hit tells the tank where you are, if you miss the second your dog food. I started on hardest setting and died so quickly I thought I had a virus on the PC. Even on easy it is well tough. Excellent stuff, second best shoot um up on the PC. C.O.D Two being the best. I have not played four yet. Gears Of War 2 for the Xbox 360 is out in November 2008. I better start saving my money and get on line for that sucker.

Now, Where's my MP 44.

Dull day for a blog

Not much in the news today. The farmer from Derbyshire who has got four transport for London parking tickets for his tractor that had not been 6 miles from his farm gave me a bit of a giggle. A pubs boss hit out at the binge culture in Britain and blamed heavy-drinking. No poop Poirot. Apart from that it’s the same old same old. Bit of a let down really. Where are all the morons today? Never mind, Iggy Pop is on TV tonight. That will cheer me up.

Hello Again

I've decided to jump start the old blog. It needed a bit of a tweak here and there but I think I got it firing on all cylinders now. I had a bit of a redecorate as well as the colour writing on a black background was freaking my eyes out. Every time I was done reading something it left screen burn on my eyes. All I need now is something to write about so I'm going to read the news. I can generally find something to moan about in the news.

Contracting 2

OK I admit it Contracting is crap. Well, it is for me. I now have to suffer a continues stream of idiots phoning me up scabbing money for training I don't want and even bigger idiots asking me if I want to clean toilets for tuppence a week. I have no idea what these people do for a cut of my wages, but I look for the jobs, I set up interviews and I do the work. I think I'm doing something wrong.