Monday, February 28, 2005

Birmingham: Rubbish for meetings, good for shoes

This morning I had to catch a train at the ridiculously early hour of 8:43 in order to attend an A-Level meeting in Birmingham. The meeting was exceptionally dull, although at one point I almost livened it up for everyone by being very tempted to slap someone who was asking stupid questions and wasting valuable shopping time.

After the meeting finished at 1pm I wandered into Birmingham where I bought some nice shoes, shown below:

I also bought some toasty warm jumpers in the sale for wearing when I go on the weekend canal boat extravaganza. Apparently it is going to be -7 degrees C. Lovely.

PS. If you work with me and happen to be reading this, the shopping bit is a lie. The meeting went on until 7pm and you are lucky I'm not claiming overtime payment for it.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

Useless Warwickshire Police (Part 3)

Steve, who risked his life to go out and about in the mean streets of Leamington today, sent me the following picture which illustrates the real priorities of Warwickshire Police:

Two policemen, today, reading the News of the World, not fighting crime

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Useless Warwickshire Police (Part 2)

So yesterday, after someone had broken our patio window for the second time in a week, I thought the best thing to do was phone the police to report it. While I was on the phone, Steve was chasing the vandals up the canal tow path (in a tshirt, in February).

The conversation to the police went something like this:

Me: Hello, I'd like to report some vandalism. Someone has broken my window.
Warwickshire Police: Please get off the line, your problem is of little interest to us and we have tea to drink.

Well, it wasn't quite like that, but that was the general impression given. When I told them that someone was following the vandals and could describe them and knew where they were the police weren't interested. They said they might send out a patrol car, if one became free, but they were busy and I was low priority. Honestly, I don't know why I pay my council tax.

Anyhow, to take our minds off the drama, me and John and Steve went for curry at Delhi Palace. It was tasty. Later Paul joined us and we went for a drink in the Jug. In a strange turn of events I ended up drinking white wine (gallons of it from what I cannot recall), had a converstation with a stranger who it turned out lives next to my old headmistress in Bury, and finished off the evening at our house while Paul told us about how his dog called Bisto once licked his eyeball.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Nail Fun

Yesterday I went to the hairdressers, as I do from time to time to keep my hair looking pretty. While I was there I was given a leaflet for a nail studio which I decided to try out today. The results can be seen below:

I do like my new nails, but they are causing some difficulties. For example, I needed three goes to type in my PIN in Sainsburys, it took me about fifteen minutes (and the use of several implements) to open a can of coke, and taking out my contact lenses was a real adventure as I nearly blinded myself.

Evil Warwickshire Speed Cameras

This morning I (well, John technically) received a letter from Warwickshire police claiming I had been speeding in Nuneaton last Sunday.

Now, when I was caught doing 36 in a 30 zone on Primrose Hill in Warwick I was a little annoyed, but I accepted I had been speeding and caught and fair enough, I took the points and paid the fine. However, since then I have been a very careful driver as I didn't want the police getting their grubby mitts on any more of my money (or my driving licence come to think of it) so I have been extra specially careful not to speed at any time. Ever. So, I can only conclude that the area I was 'speeding' in was either not signposted clearly, or I wasn't actually really speeding.

I decided that instead of just blindly paying the fine I would look into appealing against it, starting with checking that I actually was speeding by getting the speed camera photo, only to find out that:

  • I have to pay £10 and get a copy of the photo
  • I can't get a copy of the photo unless I take the matter to court
  • If I appeal and take it to court and fail then I might have to pay a fine of £1000 and get 6 penalty points

    Taking all this into account - and because I know there is no way I would win in court anyway - I have decided to put up with it and pay up, but it has made me wonder how many other people who are convinced they have been unfairly accused of speeding have just put up with it because they are scared of going to court.

    Anyway, from now on I will be taking the precaution of driving at under 30mph everywhere. So I recommend you don't drive behind me, or get a lift with me, if you are in a hurry.