Friday, 12 March 2021

THERE’S NOWT SO QUEER AS FOLK

 

Like laboratory mice in a maze, we are conditioned and set on their path.

It all begins at 6.45 AM when the car pulls off the drive and they travel in silence arriving outside the station at 7.13.

He kisses her cheek and exits the Cherokee.

He spends approximately two minutes purchasing a newspaper and negotiating the barrier and then occupies the same spot on the platform that he has occupied for the past twelve years.

Should he find an interloper standing in his place then they are subjected to the commuter’s version of Paddington’s “hard stare” and if that does not suffice then a loud snort is employed.

Apart from the snort there is no other conversation.

7.17 AM the London train arrives and he boards and stows his brief case then occupies the same seat as every other day opposite the same faces behind the same newspapers.

As soon as he is seated, he opens his own paper, and the train pulls out.

There is no conversation during the journey not even so much as a polite nod in fact no acknowledgment even of the existence of fellow passengers.

The train arrives at Waterloo at 7.43 AM and its contents are disgorged onto the platform and then like lemmings are drawn towards the concourse.

 On the concourse bodies appear to, at least on face value, to have no purpose whatsoever just a chaotic whirlpool of flotsam.

However, on closer examination you find that the chaos is caused not by the Lemmings lack of purpose bat rather in spite of it.

Each Lemming, or perhaps better described now as a Rat, has a purpose and a course but the chaos ensues when all of them refuse to give way.

Like Salmon fighting the rapids and leaping obstacles the melee is eventually escaped and the strange commuter creatures start to disappear down holes and tunnels only to resurface after varying periods of time.

From deep underground, hot, confused and blinking in the daylight and join their fellows on the crowded pavements, still not giving way, until one by one they take refuge in their office buildings.

Eight of nine hours later the mindless commuter creatures reappear to repeat the process but in reverse flooding onto the pavement and flow along the pavement and then down their tunnels like excess rainwater down a storm drain. Emerging at Waterloo the flood water ebbs and flows like a surge tide meeting the mouth of a river.

But with great resilience the strange creatures manage to reach it predetermined destination.

Once on the train he again occupies his usual seat this time opposite a different group of familiar strangers behind their evening papers.

Back in suburbia he leaves the station and gets in the Cherokee and kisses his wife on the cheek.

She says, “How was your day?”

He replies, “OK the usual”

She then recounts the details of her day, which he doesn’t hear.

Once he arrives at his luxurious detached Surrey home, he kisses the children and tucks then in bed.

Then he takes a shower and changes into something comfortable before having dinner with his wife.

He then watches an hour’s TV before going off to bed so that the next day he can do it all again.

The reason he suffers the joys of commuting is to earn the big bucks to pay the huge mortgage on the luxurious big house that he has no time to enjoy.

Not very bright creatures are they.

MEN AND MOTOR’S

 

My boss has either been struck down by a midlife crisis or the male menopause.

He has just bought himself a Porsche or as we prefer to regard it as his “MenoPorsche”.

There can be few things in this life more ridiculous than a middle-aged man in a sports car.

Men don’t even like sports cars after all they are so impractical.

Men like Trucks, Vans, and Landover’s.

Women on the other hand love sports cars, which is the reason that middle aged men like to drive them in the vain attempt to attract women.

He will soon come to his senses and buy a pickup because he won’t pick up anything in his Porsche.

TAKE TWO

 

How absurd are TV outtakes? Why is it that we delight so much in seeing Actors and presenters cocking up?

After all we don’t get to see other professionals getting it wrong as part of our evening’s entertainment.

We don’t see a top surgeon removing the wrong kidney or nicking the patients bowel.

Nor do we see an undertaker burying the wrong body or a waiter twice dropping your steak on the floor before he left the kitchen.

Some things are best-left unseen.

POINT’S OF VIEW

 

I have found as I have travelled life’s highway that in the end everything comes down to perspective.

For example, if you are inside a car your perspective would be that the car was an efficient and economic means of getting from a to b.

However, if you were a pedestrian walking and urban pavement you would view them as dirty, noisy and smelly polluters of the planet.

That’s perspective.

I have found as I have travelled life’s highway that in the end everything comes down to perspective.

For example, if you are inside a car your perspective would be that the car was an efficient and economic means of getting from a to b.

However, if you were a pedestrian walking and urban pavement you would view them as dirty, noisy and smelly polluters of the planet.

That’s perspective.

Another fine example was Diana (Princess, lady etc) she was viewed in almost equal measure as one of three things.

Firstly, as a demure heroine of the people, secondly as a scheming, manipulative self-publicist or thirdly as a vacuous clotheshorse.

 

Note that this can be applied to every conceivable area of debate whether it is Homosexuality, Religion and politics or eating habits the list is endless.

 

If another case in point is necessary perspective is regularly demonstrated in any televised football match.

When a disputed incident occurs, a goal, a penalty, or a bad tackle, it is examined by the panel of experts and it is viewed from various angles.

Some show it is, some show it’s not and some are inconclusive, but you are able to make a balanced judgement because you have seen it from all the different angles or perspectives or to put it another way you have viewed it through other people’s eyes.

Unfortunately, in normal everyday events we are unable or more likely unwilling to see an issue through another’s eyes.

Is it any wonder that we are so good at war?


WHAT DO YOU CALL YOURS?

 

Most people if pressed would not admit to giving a name to an inanimate object. Well, I can tell you now that 90% of them would be lying and the rest didn’t understand the question.

The commonest object, by some distance, to be endowed with a pet name is the car and More often than not it will be a feminine name.

This is because we perceive that a cars personality is inherently female.

The reasons for this are quite obvious because they are expensive to keep, unpredictable, unreliable, they only respond when you speak nicely to them and you need to endlessly accessorize.

For my part I have a dark blue ford fiesta which I bought new, and I called her Abby and I did this because it was the Abbey who loaned me the money to buy her.

SHOCKING

 

Anaphylactic shock is a severe allergic reaction to something such as a Bee sting or maybe eating peanuts or shellfish.

While on the other hand prophylactic shock happens when you discover your boyfriend didn’t wear a condom.

THE LEGOLAND EXPERIENCE

 

It was not long after it opened, 1998 if memory serves, that we visited Legoland in Windsor on a very hot day in August.

When I say we I am of course referring to myself, my wife Tina and our three sons, Ben 5, Josh 3 and Sam aged 2.

As a family trip to any theme park is an expensive one, we had exchanged some of our Sainsbury reward vouchers for Air miles vouchers we could be used to visit Legoland.

When we arrived, we mistakenly went to the advanced ticket sales window believing that having converted our vouchers we had come to the correct place, this was indeed a mistake and we received a very surly response to our enquiry from the first member of staff we had met.

I am a firm believer that you never get a second chance to make a first impression and so that first meeting may have coloured our experience had it not been for the fact that she was one of the more accommodating examples.

After our exchange with miss surly we joined one of the many 50 metre long queue’s and remained there for half an hour shuffling slowly forward and eventually purchased our tickets from, as things turned out from the only pleasant member of staff we met all day. 

Having converted out vouchers into tickets we then approached the next obstacle, the turnstiles, my wife, with Sam in his buggy approached the gate marked pushchairs and I followed tickets in hand with Ben and Josh.

I was then stopped by another fine example of inadequate training and told that myself and two of my sons could not follow my wife through the pushchair gate because none of us were in a pushchair and must go through the turnstiles I asked the officious employee if he thought it was necessary and he told me he wasn’t his job to think.

We should have turned around then I should have read the signs.

 

The park was very busy once we had got in and we decided we would wait until after lunch before we tried to get the children on any rides, so we decided to view Mini World or Miniland I can’t remember which now and we slowly ambled, It was to busy even then to do anything but, towards the picnic area and we just about managed to find a seat for us all. 

After lunch we left the picnic area and we could not believe where all the people had come from, My Town was absolutely heaving with people.

We had met the Sort of concentration of people you would normally associate with a premier league Football match, or Wembley turning out and with three young children this made our progress very stressful indeed as we obviously were concerned for the safety of our children.  

We then decided, as much to get out of the throng as anything, to take the children on the Carousel.

After queuing for more than 30 minutes we were near the front of the queue, when on the last ride before our turn someone was sick, an adult, in one of the cars.

The operator then used the phone to call for some assistance and for someone to come and clear up the mess.

He went on to explain that the ride was closed until the mess had been dealt with, after 5 minutes someone arrived with a mop and bucket but instead of dealing with the problem she addressed the queue to say that the ride was closed until someone came to clear the mess, she was obviously only trained to carry the mop and bucket, not actually to use it, and we could wait until the ride reopened or go and queue for another attraction.

A lady in front of us asked if we could be issued with a ticket or a stamp to say we had already queued for over half an hour so if we did leave the queue we would not have to join the rear of the queue.

The employee looked puzzled for a moment and then just repeated her previous statement.

We left the queue. 

After this we decided we would not waste any more time queuing for rides we may not get on, instead we took the children to things like the Wild Woods which did not include ridiculous queuing.

We did however have to queue for 20 minutes to get ice creams at one of the very few vendors. 

When we decided we had finally had enough we joined the queue for the Funicular Railway which was fairly painless by Legoland standards and as it was the only ride, we actually got on it was the high point of the day for my eldest son Ben. 

As we made our way to the exit, we decided to buy the boys a present each from the shop, the shop was very busy as you would expect but we found what we wanted relatively quickly and went to pay.

And guess what another queue, there were only two people serving a Jekyll and Hyde combination one pleasant and well-mannered the other an ignorant moron.

As we only had to queue for 15 minutes this was a remarkable improvement and as we thought this was our last queue of the day, we were relatively content, but before the journey home we had to visit the toilets and to our complete disbelief another queue, but I have to say in all fairness that this was the only occasion during the day we did have to queue for the toilets. 

When we were in the park my wife Tina and I frequently commented that their were too many people in the park and when we reached the car park we could see why, not only was the car park full but cars were park end to end around the perimeter and a good distance along the access road.

This said to me that the primary concern of the park operators was to get as many people through the turnstiles as possible without any care or consideration for the paying guests actually getting any semblance of value for the money they have parted with. 

When we were sat in the car, queuing to get out the car park, I asked the children if they had enjoyed themselves, they said yes, they had but then as this was their first experience of theme parks they had no frame of reference to compare it to.

So, I asked them what they had enjoyed the most and Ben said the train, only I suspect because it was the only ride he had, Josh, my middle son said his favourite part was “Lunch”, which was the picnic we had brought with us. 

We were asked by friends who knew we were going to Legoland if we had enjoyed “The Legoland Experience” the reply was a resounding no we did not. 

One of the most frustrating parts of the day was the lack of sign boards indicating how long from that point you would expect to wait on all the rides we considered going on, other parks did it, why couldn’t they.?

Another was the “I don’t like my job and I'm going to let everyone know it” attitude of the park staff, not all of them I would have to say but the good ones were few and far between. 

I wrote a letter of complaint and although the respondent refused to accept any of my criticism’s we were issued complimentary tickets which we used on a damp and overcast day in October, and we had a fantastic time.

The park was virtually empty the staff outnumbered the guests, and we didn’t meet a surly member of staff all day.

Obviously, the staff didn’t enjoy the august heat and the attending crowds any more than we did.