Oh look, the name changed
Yes, a new title for the blog… Same old rubbish to read though. Enjoy.
Yes, a new title for the blog… Same old rubbish to read though. Enjoy.
Well well. Barely a day goes past when I don’t get a call from some cocky arse (generally from Manchester) who tells me that they’re calling me on behalf of Google and that they can get me to the top the search results. Read more…
Incredible. This morning (about half an hour ago actually) I witnessed an Adur Council refuse collection vehicle being driven into my childrens’ school at we arrived. The driver was self-righteously waving away parents dropping their kids off at school as he drove the wrong way up a narrow road which everyone voluntarily treats as a one-way street, and tried to maneuvre the lorry into the narrow driveway. I stayed clear, allowing him to pass.
A few minutes later, Read more…
Consumer Issues, Righteous Indignation, Social/Political Comment
Sometimes I get great service from a company and I’ll write about it. When I find serious fault with a company, I tend to report it on here too. If that company demonstrably puts things right, I tend to report that as well. Alas, that doesn’t happen very often. But recently I had a call from Mr John Collins, Managing Director of Kafevend Group Ltd who claimed that my previous report on Kafevend – an incident involving criminal fraud on the part of Kafevend’s sales staff – had been fully investigated and dealt with. So I allowed Mr Collins to come and tell me the story.
I love taking my shoes off at the end of a busy day. It’s the first thing I do when visiting my friends’ houses. But through the airport security, when I’m already being made to carry my outdoor coat, having removed everything from my pockets and decanted everything including drinking water and each of my many bodily fluids (blood, urine, sweat, semen and both vitreous and aqueous humours) into 100ml bottles sealed inside a transparent ziplock bag (or even worse, to dispose of them, never to be seen again), removing my boots is really the last straw. Read more…
0800 GMT: Yay it’s Christmas Day. I’m alone because my girlfriend is working today, and this year my sons are with their mum for Christmas day. I am going to make it a really good one. Read more…
My first memories of pub food was chicken-in-a-basket at a pub near Clayton. That was 1976, food-in-a-basket was all the rage, and my dad furiously sent ours back because the chicken drumsticks were not merely raw, but still slightly frozen in the middle. Thankfully things have largely improved since then, but as you’ll see if you’ve read my report on the Brewers Fayre/Neville Crest & Gun Incident, not all pub food is worth eating, or indeed paying for.
I had all but given up on pub food… but I yearned for a decent roast that I didn’t have to cook, and served in a nice garden on a summer’s day where my kids would be welcome and the food would be worth eating and my one pint would be the best I’d had since the previous week, and everything would be suitably idyllic. But alas, this particular holy grail was elusive.
I’d passed by The Cock, and even photographed their slightly comedic sign by the main A26 embraced by the model I was photographing that day; but never given it a second thought. One Sunday, however, Read more…
Sometimes I have a negative experience dealing with a service provider. When I do, I tend to report it here, honestly and fairly. Of course I try to report the positives too, they just get a bit outnumbered. What I absolutely don’t do, however, is to accept offers of money or any other kind of remuneration to remove negative reports, or indeed post positive reports.
Please take note, especially the one (who shall remain anonymous) who contacted me offering me a substantial cash payment if I were to remove the report about them. Tsk. Shame on you. Integrity still counts for something round here you know.
Some people reading my writings about food might think I’m a bit of a food snob. I can see how that might be misconstrued, so here’s something that might redress the balance. Read more…
15th September 2008: It was a Monday evening in Brighton, it was getting late for dinner, and we fancied sushi. Moshi Moshi would have been our usual destination, but being closed on Mondays we remembered YO! Sushi in Jubilee Street and decided to give it a try. Perhaps a little glimpse at the competition might prove eye-opening.
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