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A day of small grievances… 6. BBC Radio Fucking One

I am sooo sick of listening to the same shitty songs 3 times a day on Radio One. How many times do I have to listen to Lily Allens terrible cover of that Kaiser Cheifs track? Too fucking many… thats how many…

Other tracks I’m currently hating on the Radio One Playlist include:

Fall Out Boy The Take Over, The Breaks Over

The Killers For Reasons Unknown

Avril Lavigne When You’re Gone

My Chemical Romance Teenagers

I’m also afraid to say I now hate Folding Stars by my beloved Biffy Clyro because of constant overplaying and have to skip it whenever I’m listening to their excellent new album, Puzzle. It’s probably more that every fucking DJ using the hackned response of “Oh I love that track” after playing it.. that and now if I mention Biffy Clyro, people will now go “oh, I’ve heard of them… have you heard that Folding Stars track… its really good”.

I’m nearly done complaining about today… it’s been a shit load of fuck…

A day of small grievances… 5. Brew Making Dodging

In my new job I have 3 fucktards that dodge their turn to make a brew. At my last place it was Steve, the guy whose doing my new header, but we let him off because he was grossly underpaid and was mostly asleep when we wanted a brew but he was none the less, a Brew Making Dodger.

It’s pissed me off more today because I’m in a bad worse mood (than usual) and have a fuck load to do, including blogging about the fact I have a fuck load to do, and get out my issues before I come into work with an automatic weapon. Every time I think I’m getting somewhere with my next data take-on project and I run out of coffee and it’s left to me to do it.

I think I’ll change from coffee to coke… at least that way I don’t have to share and gives me an excuse to go to the toilet a lot… *sniff sniff* ;) Only joking, I’m not Brickhead… (sorry, private joke)

A day of small grievances… 4. Stupid Spammers who can’t be bothered to learn the language they’re spamming in…

Over the past few days I have be inundated with spam for some reason. The hit rate of my blog approaches 400 people a day, most looking for g@y porn I’m sure, but as my blog is becoming more popular, the spambots are on full force with some douchebag spoofing their IP address as 91.186.12.54 spamming my site with 4 or 5 attempts a day and its annoying me now. I’ve added that IP to my .htaccess deny list but the fucker still manages to attempt to post his shit.

If it wasn’t such obvious bollocks too you might be stupid enough to allow it but when its a load of random words with drug names as links, its a bit obvious you’re trying to post spam…

Not wanting to give these numb nuts tips, but seriously… if you’re going to try posting spam links to blogs try something a bit more conspicuous like “Oh I think this website has some relevant information on this topic”.. I’ll still pick it up as spam but at least you’ve made an effort to try and cover your filth up, rather than using a program that fires 20 links into a massive Babelfished paragraph and makes no sense at all. Scrotums…

A day of small grievances… 3. Stupid people who don’t learn from their mistakes

Not wanting to rattle Scotts proverbial cage I’m going to use another analogy for this post, but before I do, I will mention that my friend Al the PGD (Postman Glorified Division I think it stands for, but he stands by that he’s firmly not a postman and gets mad if you call him one!) said he firmly didn’t want to strike. He lost about £60 for not working one day, and he most certainly wasn’t in favour of strike action and that by doing so he is going to be on catchup for that money for the next few months. By striking again he’s now £120 down and feels he will be no further forward.. it just reiterates the “toys out the pram” stance of the union.

Anyway… my own analogy…

When I was a child I would at times throw a tantrum because I couldn’t get my own way. This would lead to a slapped arse, or my parents would just let me go for it and when I was finished, kick me back into touch. 9/10, the results of my tantrum wouldn’t lead to me getting my own way so eventually you would learn that by doing so, it was a complete waste of time and energy, so you accept the things that have been bestowed on you and you learn that sometimes life isn’t fair and a repeat of the action wasn’t necessary - my parents got the message already, they just didn’t care and had the bigger picture in mind.

Moving forward twenty-something years, sometimes I see children having a tantrum in the street, and as a third party you stand at the side line and have to laugh at the idiocy of the child, and the stupidity of whatever it is they’re trying to achieve. I can comment on what the child is doing is stupid, and although I might not understand that families particular differences, you can usually trust the parent has the best interest of the child at heart and laugh at the childish actions of the infant.

You stand and hope that they’ll learn from their mistakes, but as a child it will take them time to learn these life lessons so they might repeat the futile actions again in the future, but again they will learn they are completely pointless. Learning young should see them in good stead for later life after all.

If they don’t learn, you might accuse the parents of mollycoddling the child too much in the past. You know the types of people that give too many gifts and buy their children too many toys, let them do what they want, when they want and how they want and generally turn a blind eye to their bad behaviour. This is never a good thing for a child and will just lead to further tantrums in later life. Unfortunately, they will turn into a spoilt little brat.

Thats all I have to say on this matter… learn from your mistakes people, learn from your mistakes!

A day of small grievances… 2. Fat People moaning they’re hot

My office is fairly warm at the best of times, we do after all have a server cabinet with 3 server units in it, and about 10 machines running at any one time. I personally would describe this as “toastie” but I’m not what you would describe as fat…

Why is it that fat people always assume because they’re carrying a blubber coat and are perpetually too hot henceforth, that everyone else is too and open windows and doors without asking other people in the room?!? Is it because they are 3 times the size of everyone else and will sit on you if you argue, or does it relate to the underlying natural greed that has made them fat in the first place?

Not only do I now think you’re a fat piece of shit, I also now know you’re an arrogant fuck with no regard for others around you. When I loosen the bolts of your chair daily so that one day you will fall right through it, thinking that it’s because of your weight and over exuberance, everyone will laugh and I will point out that if you’dve left the windows closed, you might’ve sweat out a few extra pounds and this wouldn’t have happened…