Mouthing Off

I've always hated the word 'blog'. What's wrong with the word 'diary'? It's like I keep telling the girls at my regular Starbucks - you can come up with as many fancy Italian names as you want, but no three words will ever express the dimensions of a hot beverage quite like small, medium and large.

I filled in an official complaint form at Tesco Lotus today because it took me 37 minutes to queue up at the checkout and put my goods into a shopping trolley. To me that's completely unreasonable. At least Tesco's did recognize there was a problem judging by the number of staff frantically rushing around with walkie-talkies and worried expressions. I wanted to point out that there were in fact more people running around with walkie talkies bemoaning the lack of checkout girls, than there were checkout girls. I fear it would have all fallen on stony ground though. So I filled out the customer complaints form and put it in the customer service girl's plastic box with the other three complaint forms. I desperately wanted to see if the other three complaints were from foreigners - because Thais never complain - but the customer service girl wouldn't allow me access to her box. Which has rather been the story of my life. Kyak kyak fnurr fnurr (Viz readers will get it)

I'm going back to England on Friday and I can't decide whether to do a day trip to Bath or Chester. I've done a search on Google images and Bath looks like a mix of sweeping Georgian crescents and old roman ampitheatres, whereas Chester looks like a load of half-timbered buildings housing retail outlets on the ground floor that all fall into the 'everything's a pound' and 'poundstretcher' category.

Just watched a terrific half-hour documentary about Edwyn Collins of Orange Juice fame. In 2005 Edwyn suffered two major strokes and spent six months in hospital. The last two years have been spent learning how to read, write, walk and speak. sadly, he'll probably never play the guitar again.
Edwyn was a great looking guy in the 80s, a real indie label icon. It was a very sad program indeed. None of us know what's just around the corner. We're all just one trauma away from disaster. Get well soon mate!