The jingle bells-y advent picture above is of a window display at a posh clothes shop. Quite a sumptuous tree, there, huh?
So, today I thought that I’d re-visit some of the topics I’ve written about this year and do some updates.
The beating (2) (3) (4)
Remember when I got beaten up? Well, nothing ever happened about it. No jail time for him, no working on the chain gang. After giving the police his description and address, and there also being a witness who supplied more info about him, the police seem to have chucked it in the bin and ignored it. Is there any wonder people take the law into their own hands sometimes? Is there any wonder crimes go un-reported? Oooh, it makes me angry. Still, even though the attacker fella lives just around the corner, I’ve not seen him since that day. Nor have I been back to the bakery outside of which the attack happened. I do occasionally fantasise about seeing him. It’s quite a simple fantasy: I see him, he recognises me, I whip out a huge fucking piece of metal piping and batter him to within an inch of his life.
My ears (2) (3)
I’ve had problems with my ears all year. It’s getting quite irritating. At first I thought it was because I used cotton buds a lot, but since I’ve knocked them on the head, I’ve still had the problems. Then I blamed Billy. Letting him lick my face must be passing an infection into my ears. But I’ve had problems when Billy’s been away visiting his grandparents. I don’t know what it is and why it comes coming back. All I know is that this time last year I didn’t have low level tinitus constantly ringing in my ears, but I do now. It’s not that bad, but it’s there, and when things are really quiet, I notice it. Ho hum.
A big gripe of mine. Nothing major has happened, just the usual shoddy service; but yesterday, it was kinda busy, and they opened a till next to the one I was queueing for. I was way back in the queue, so it didn’t really bother me to dash to the freshly-opened till, but there was a guy with a trolly full of Xmas shopping (loads of snacks, booze, and a frozen goose) and he literally barged past the guy in front of him who was walking to the new till. If this wasn’t rude enough, the barged-past bloke had three items in his hand. Three! I chuntered to myself, and shook my head, wondering what this world is coming to.
Hurrah! Blogging about this get rid of it.
You can add Clap Your Hands Say Yeah to that list. Never have I heard a more awful name. And their music makes me want to plunge my head into a bucket of bird flu-laced acid, too.
Still not got around to replacing it…
And finally, My Zippo
After having to disembowel my lighter at Tegel airport’s security thingy, I went onto the Zippo website and wrote them an email asking if there was a special way to re-fill the lighter with cotton wool. I got a very pleasant reply from their customer services department with nicely detailed instructions on how to do properly. They even wished me Happy Holidays. Hurrah for Zippo!