Mundane Moments

Got to go to London tomorrow. Expecting absolute carnage with this heat and the knock-on from the crash.

Vitor Pereira popped up on my Instagram feed promoting a hair replacement treatment. Cheeky cunt.

I was driving through Reading to play snooker this evening. As I got to the roundabout by Caversham Bridge and turned left, I stopped at a pedestrian crossing. There's a Village Hotel right by the roundabout and I know a lad who works there; he's about 6'9" and stands out a mile.
I lowered the window and shouted out to him "Dan!". He didn't respond, so I shouted "DAN" again. Still no response. I tried a few more times: "DAN!". Turns out it wasn't Dan at all.

Mentalist.

Had a really nice day standing on a box at the Village Hotel right by the roundabout by Caversham Bridge in Reading.

Except for that bit when some silly cunt started shouting 'DAN' at me for no reason, the mental.

Gave notice to get married at the Register Office today.

Shit's getting real.

Anyway, on arrival we noted a couple having just completed thier nuptuals getting into a resplendent pristine MK1 Escort Mexico wedding car, to which I mentally noted "bit o class".

In a weird twist of coincidence however, I recognised the groom was a guy I'd interviewed for a Project gig earlier this week. He had mentioned he was getting hitched this week, but I'd completely forgotten about the whole notice appointment thing at that point. Indeed, I'd completely forgotten about it until soon to be actual Mrs. Seán remind me a few hours beforehand.

With HILARIOUS etc...

Did he see you? If so, I hope he thinks you stalked out his wedding.

I don't think so, no. I didn't go a-muscling in or anything like Lister appearing at Rimmer's brother Frank's 'do'.

Thinking about it this would've been a much more entertaining anecdote if I'd have stood there shouting "DAN, DAN!"

Bought a weather station a few years back which stopped working properly a few months ago (fortunately just within the five-year warranty period).

It's German-manufactured and their customer services team has been brilliant to deal with. They sent me out a new outdoor sensor unit this week, but the wrong one. The correct product is now on its way.

I asked whether DHL would be collecting the first unit when they drop off the second one. Apparently not because it's 'not economically viable' to return - they've told me to chuck it away.

This seems daft on a few levels and especially when its value is somewhere between £100 and £150. Unlikely to be sellable, however, as it needs a indoor console to function and this costs about the same amount.

Ebay it.

We ordered a couple of new sofas a week or two ago. Got a notification yesterday - just as we got back from the hospital from Mrs Rave having her gall bladder removed, so no lifting for her - that they would be delivered today.
I've been rather busy. Happily the driver was so delighted that I helped him unload whilst Mrs Rave offered him all of the refreshments he helped me get our old sofas out onto the front lawn.
Council are coming next Wednesday to take them away. Until then it's all going to look a bit 'Bozza chic'.

For 12 quid I know a guy who can sort you out with half a car to complete the look.

To go full Castle Estate I think we need a washing machine or fridge freezer out there.