Feb 25, 2010 1
Oct 14, 2009 17
My completely unapologetic hatred of motorcyclists
Today I received the news I had been expecting but very much not wanting. The lovely gentleman who drove his motorbike into the side of my car has denied all responsibility for the accident and my insurers informed me that it is very likely I will be deemed to have been wholly at fault.
Not my accident
Now in many ways this is irrelevant. If I were 100% at fault, 50% at fault or a tiny bit at fault, it still goes down as an accident on my record, I kiss goodbye to my no claims bonus and my premium goes up. The point is that I object to being told I’m the only one in the wrong when a motorbike rides between two lanes of moving traffic. Yes, it was careless on my part, but it really fucks me off that motorcyclists gets all high and mighty (“THINK BIKE!” FFS) about road safety, while seemingly being a law unto themselves. Read the rest of this entry »
Sep 2, 2009 1
Ashamed, a bit hungry and dreaming of Jason Donovan
Last Monday I waddled down to Boots for my first weigh-in, fairly confident that although I hadn’t been especially strict with myself I should at least have lost a little bit of weight in the course of my first week of dieting. I was a bit disappointed therefore when the scales informed me I had gained 0.2kg. This wasn’t surprising when I reflected on what I’d eaten that week. I won’t bore you with the specifics but I had treated myself to: fish and chips (Monday), pizza and a few beers (Friday), full English breakfast with black pudding and fried bread, several pints of Guinness, kebab (Saturday), a BBQ and more pizza (Sunday). Writing that out makes me quite ashamed. And a bit hungry.