Of Random Ranting March 11, 2008
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 31 commentsBaked beans. Celia Imrie. Car salesmen called Steve who are patronising plonkers.
I usually like to think I’m the laid back sort. Mellow. But I’m feeling grumpy this morning and scowling at the sunshine. So I thought I’d have a little rant. Just for fun and by way of a change. Grrrrrrrrr…
Baked beans. Ugh. Double eurgh. All tiny and furry, like eating little hamsters’ feet. And liver. I am sooo not a veggie anymore but the very thought of chewing internal organs just really doesn’t do it for me. I seem to remember my mother feeding us this vile combination all too often. She would yell and wail and make us eat it during our school lunch breaks. None of us four children liked it so, as the oldest, I’d have to eat everyone’s while Mother shouted at us from the sitting room. Oh, joy. Happy days.
Celia Imrie. Smug on a stick. Sorry Celia. Even the fact that she was in Bergerac doesn’t help. She’s not as bad as beans though.
Steve the Salesman. Gawd. You’d think coughing up the best part of ten thousand quid for a super-duper, brand new car would be a pleasurable experience. But no. I am clearly the most dim-witted, cretinous customer poor Steve has ever had to deal with. What a revolting little man. And he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Git.
Wrong side of the bed? Who? Me?? Grumpy is the new black. So there. Normal smiley service will be resumed soon. Maybe.
