Friday, April 30, 2010

Sliding Bore

Yesterday we had what I guess can be called a ‘Sliding Doors’ moment. We left for Italy early morning and our first encounter with public transport was reaching the tube platform just as the train pulled away, the ramifications of which we were unaware at the time, another was coming in 4 minutes, no biggie.

A couple of tube rides brought us to Finchley Road, but we must have also just missed the National Express coach we’d intended, as we had to wait 15 minutes for one to arrive, driven by a typically curt and unpleasant lady, a prerequisite apparently for National Express drivers.

The journey seemed particularly slow, and we began to get nervous, I’d never missed a flight and having come across some of those voyeuristic reality shows on ITV, knew airport staff made National Express drivers look like helpful cooperative Cub Scouts in comparison.

My worst fears were confirmed when we eventually reached the Check-In desk, 2 minutes late, and was told with all the compassion of a French Revolution Executioner, NON! We were not travelling to Ancona today.

After investigating options we chose to fly to Pisa, £200 lighter for the pleasure and 2 hours later.

On arrival we found the Terravision coach only to be told it was cash only, so while Silvia ran off to find a Bancomat, I waited with the bags, having secured our spot, or so I thought. When Silvia got back it turned out Terravision had, though fully aware of our situation, gone ahead and filled the bus, bar one slot, and despite my growing frustration I decided not to leave Silvia behind, especially knowing how useful she can be in Italy.

Our next option was train, or to be more precise, trains. We had to get a number of connections from Pisa station, via Florence, and some further unpronounceable Italian locations, to eventually get us to Perugia where Paolo, Silvia’s Babbo was going to be waiting to pick us up.

Pisa to Florence was fine, a peasant journey through the Tuscany scenery, but then on arrival our problems continued. We didn’t know which train was going to take us to our next connection, so spent a few minutes hunting it down. Finally we found it and started walking up the platform, just as said train started pulling out the station.

By now I’ve gone beyond fed up and reached resigned.

Having waited another half hour we got the next train, but to add to the economic fun of this scenario, this was apparently a special ‘Inter-City’ train, so although we’d already bought tickets, we had to buy a supplementary ticket as well, don’t ask, I never worked that one out.

By the time we’d got to our next change, Paolo clearly realized another potential journey via public transport might push Silvia and I over the edge, so instead of waiting in Perugia he’d come to meet us directly.

A couple of hour later we eventually got back to Cerreto d'Esi, at 8pm, a full 7 hours behind our usual schedule and about £250 worse off.

All this for missing a tube at 7am by 20 seconds.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

the monkey returns....

4 years ago a bad thing happened, and as a result my blog died.

It's coming back....

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

fuck off blog

i remove a crap poll, and as a result my entire side bar disappears, fucking useless. if anyone can sort that out, let me know and i'll let you have access so you can sort it out. till then i can't be fucked with this fucking piece of shit.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006


It's been about 2 months since my last post on this thing, excuses range from Christmas, lack of PC, laziness and generally not knowing what to write. But from what I've heard a few people are suffering the same.

Quite a bit has happened since I last bothered to write anything, there was Christmas and New Year in Italy, which was fantastic, and very relaxing, the highlight being the chance to watch the Cereto local team playing at home, in a top of the table clash.

There has also been significant developments on the purchase of the flat front, and hopefully everything will be settled within a month or so, and we'll be the happy owners of a wicked new place. Well, a converted 100 year old pub anyway.

Personally I've got my 30th Birthday coming up soon, which although I'd intended to be a Madchester style indie revival, has because of financial constraints (assholes trying to make loads of money out of your joyful experiences) has now been reduced to a regular party in a bar, called ZenSai.

Hopefully a few old friends will make it, and I'm sure they'll all get on, I just hope I survive the night. Which is also my final night of being a smoker, which I'm both excited about, and dreading.

So, that's all I can muster for the time being, nothing that'll change the course of human history, but at least you know a little bit more than you did before, unless I've already told you this personally in which case I'm just going over old tad and should have just kept my mouth shut.


(that reminds me, I'm studying Italian again, and I'm still rubbish)

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Go Figure?

Brazil 64
England 51
Spain 50
Germany 48
Mexico 47
France 46
Argentina 44
Italy 44

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Supporting US Industry

The Chemical Industry

It would almost make you laugh, if not for the appalling realities which the Iraqi victims, both military and civilian must have gone through as a result of the usage of these weapons, which 95% of the world has ratified as being an acceptable in combat.

Part of the reason the Iraqi people were 'liberated', was because their tyrannical leader had used chemical weapons the Kurds, so the irony of the US Military resorting to, and originally denying use of, white phosphorus, is little more than amazing.

Obviously no war can be free of pain and suffering, that's the nature of the beast, but there are ethical lines that can be drawn, and history has shown, and continues to show that the US has no problems with repeatedly crossing those lines, while stamping on them along the way.

I'd imagine a story like this would generate a few more thousand disaffected souls, who will now rise up against the Western Oppressor, and we should see another increase in militant action.

If ever a job could be botched, the US authorities really know how to botch it good!

Friday, November 04, 2005


When everything is going wrong at your club, create a distraction.