Listening to Orbital while driving is a bit like playing Wipeout, only without the speed or excitement. There's no rocket pickups either which makes blasting slow ass motherfuckers off the road almost impossible. Why do people drive so slowly? Why wouldn't you want to get to your destination as quick as possible? Driving is pretty boring most of the time so why prolong it?
Motorways are the worst. You can do a billion mph but only in a straight line. BORING!. I go to Manchester a lot and the only interesting bit is the roads leading to the motorway. Those beautiful country roads with gorgeous curves. However they are almost aways spoilt by the drivers I really fucking hate. The bastards with enough money to buy a really quick car, but never breach 40mph. What the hell is the point of that!? That car is more unhappy than an unloved dog. It wants to go fast, it wants to taste the limits, it wants it tires to squeal once in a while. Its denied its purpose though by some old git driving his wife to buy some cat food. Shame on them. Shame I say.
I once rode pillion on my cousin Darren's bike. It scared the living hell out of me. The only thing that entered my head after was "I gotta get me one of them". I'm stopped by the sensible side of brain. it knows I'd be dead within five minutes of buying it. What a glorious five minutes they would be though.
I'm told that speed kills. Seems that anything fun is gonna lead to untimely end and the route to long life is to be really boring. Fuck that noise.
Anyway to more serious stuff. I'm about five seconds away from quitting my job. i have no other empolyment lined up but i don't care. For the past 18 months I've been running the Home and Leisure department in Morrisons, without officially being in charge. From Monday I've been asked to train an new member on the department. This isnt training to do the basics that'll leave me able to get on with the day to day running of the department. Oh no. Basically I'm training her to be my supervisor.
Theres no way I can can verbalize my frustrations.
The other side of this is that I can see no way out. My CV is a rolecall of shit jobs that just screams "THIS MAN HAS NO AMBITIONS!". I feel utterly trapped, I'm 28 single and I live my parents. All I need is a fixation with anime and the stereotype is complete.
How the fuck did it come to this?
I guess I was always waiting for it to happen, instead of making sure it did.
Oh well. 40 years to go (if I'm lucky).
Motorways are the worst. You can do a billion mph but only in a straight line. BORING!. I go to Manchester a lot and the only interesting bit is the roads leading to the motorway. Those beautiful country roads with gorgeous curves. However they are almost aways spoilt by the drivers I really fucking hate. The bastards with enough money to buy a really quick car, but never breach 40mph. What the hell is the point of that!? That car is more unhappy than an unloved dog. It wants to go fast, it wants to taste the limits, it wants it tires to squeal once in a while. Its denied its purpose though by some old git driving his wife to buy some cat food. Shame on them. Shame I say.
I once rode pillion on my cousin Darren's bike. It scared the living hell out of me. The only thing that entered my head after was "I gotta get me one of them". I'm stopped by the sensible side of brain. it knows I'd be dead within five minutes of buying it. What a glorious five minutes they would be though.
I'm told that speed kills. Seems that anything fun is gonna lead to untimely end and the route to long life is to be really boring. Fuck that noise.
Anyway to more serious stuff. I'm about five seconds away from quitting my job. i have no other empolyment lined up but i don't care. For the past 18 months I've been running the Home and Leisure department in Morrisons, without officially being in charge. From Monday I've been asked to train an new member on the department. This isnt training to do the basics that'll leave me able to get on with the day to day running of the department. Oh no. Basically I'm training her to be my supervisor.
Theres no way I can can verbalize my frustrations.
The other side of this is that I can see no way out. My CV is a rolecall of shit jobs that just screams "THIS MAN HAS NO AMBITIONS!". I feel utterly trapped, I'm 28 single and I live my parents. All I need is a fixation with anime and the stereotype is complete.
How the fuck did it come to this?
I guess I was always waiting for it to happen, instead of making sure it did.
Oh well. 40 years to go (if I'm lucky).