Sunday, March 30, 2008

See the seals!

No, not draft excluders! Seals!
Real live mammals, they sit on beaches and scratch themselves.
I went to see the seals today near Horsey. Isn't it nice that a person can pop out for a drive and end up less than 30 feet from a wild mammal basking in the afternoon sunshine on a beach on the English coastline? Well I think so.
Awww, aint they cute!
Well, the walk accross boggy marsh land and the 8 million flies was worth it, to see these creatures was wonderful, I strongly recommend it to anyone.
I suppose I had better stick with the tradition that I seem to have started for myself and have a rant. It I have to rant about anything it is something that anyone with the smallest ounce of decency would also find annoying - plastic containers on beaches. Well, not just plastic but all sorts of crap that you find. Today I found car tyres, large plastic drums and a prescription bottle, all within 100 yards of these magnificent mammals. To me that is a bit of a shame.

What you looking at Willis!?

Do you think he was offended by the plastic, hence being in the water with such a disgusted look on his face?

Oops, have just remembered! I am no longer in Cardiff which makes this blog redundant.

This blog is now dead, going to make a new one. If you are interested you will find it, if not then you wont.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Tiger, all ready for the slopes!

Extreme programming!

This is programming on the wild side:

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

My Sweetie at the rail station

This was taken in Sherringham:

very 1920s methinks.

And these are muscules in the wild:

Monday, April 30, 2007

Please obey the rules!

Why the hell can't people obey the rules?

I am referring to the most annoying of practices whereby people think it is acceptable to cycle on a footpath. This is not acceptable. In fact it is against the law (from the highway code):

You MUST NOT cycle on a pavement. Do not leave your cycle where it would endanger or obstruct road users or pedestrians, for example, lying on the pavement. Use cycle parking facilities where provided. Laws HA 1835 sect 72 & R(S)A sect 129
and also regarding traffic lights: Quote:50: You MUST obey all traffic signs and traffic light signals. Laws RTA 1988 sect 36, TSRGD reg 10(1)


64: Do not ride across a pelican, puffin or zebra crossing. Dismount and wheel your cycle across.

55: You MUST NOT cross the stop line when the traffic lights are red. Some junctions have an advanced stop line to enable you to position yourself ahead of other traffic (see Rule 154). Laws RTA 1988 sect 36, TSRGD reg 10, reg 36(1)

Why then do so many people think that they can get away with it? Surely these laws should be enforced? Especially when our already overcrowded roads have been further reduced with the introduction of cycle lanes for the benefit of cyclists! And this was in addition to cyclists being permitted to use bus lanes.

What also REALLY irks me is the look you get from a cyclist when you do not get out of their way. Who do they think they are? You get out of my way! NOW!

And what do you think you are cycling on? In the states they call it a sidewalk, here we call it a pavement or a footpath. Now forgive me for being pedantic but: sidewalk and: FOOTpath. AHEM! I think the clue is in the word. There are cycle paths and cycle lanes but on my way to work I walk not on a foot/cycle path but a bleedin FOOTPATH!

Don't get me wrong, I am not against cyclists, far from it, I am myself a cyclist, but when using my bike I try to obey the rules. I do not use the footpath, I wait patiently for the lights to change in the area at the front of the queue that the council has kindly provided for me at great expense.

Rant over

(You guessed it, I was nearly run over by a cyclist on a PEDESTRIAN crossing this morning and got shouted at for not moving out of the way, I should have had a stick handy so I could have rammed it in her spokes, that would have been a laugh)

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Well, it snowed, and for reasons that are beyond me the council decided NOT to start gritting the roads untila AFTER the snow had settled. As you can imagine, chaos ensued. Also, B was not able to catch his flight today due to runway closures at Cardiff as well as other airports.

This morning at 3:30, it was just starting to snow but not settling. By 4:30, it was sticking and then at 7:30 this morning this was the scene on my street:

You have to be wary when walking to work as drivers do not care about sending waves of slush in your direction, and some of the worst culprits are the bus drivers.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Phew, windy day

A very windy day today. Have a look at what I spotted on the way to work:

As you can see, it is windy here today!

And as you can guess the bins are filled with the skeletal remains of brolleys. Did people not read my earlier post regarding the fact that no matter how hard you try, the brolly always loses the battle in windy weather.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Flying Rats

I hate pigeons and have done for a number of years now. I often refer to them as flying rats. That is no longer the case because today I realised that they perform a valuable role in our modern environment. The role they play is garbage collectors. They browse the streets eating all the crap and puke that litters the wonderful city streets of Cardiff that the COUNCIL ARE TOO BLOODY LAZY TO CLEAN UP!!!!!!!!!!!! Grrrrrr!

Also, umbrellas. Why do people insist on using them? Fine they keep your head dry in the rain but due to the wonderful climate that we live in, at this time of year when it is raining it is almost invariably windy. As a result I have nearly lost an eye four times in the last week while passing people in the street wrestling with a brolly in high winds. I used to play golf on a regular basis in all sorts of weathers. I was not a 'fair-weather' golfer and I was always prepared for the weather. My motto was this 'There is no such thing as bad weather, just THE WRONG F***ING CLOTHES!'. Also, there is an umbrella graveyard round the corner from work where people have abandoned the skeletal remains of what once protected their dainty heads. Somebody should inform the council that pigeons do not eat umbrellas and somebody should sort the mess out.