Work Stories – The Hills Have Pies?

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The fat family.

Two men and a woman,  all mid-50’s,  white hair,  podgy faces and bodies.

They moved up to my area recently,   currently seated directly facing me two banks of desks away.

I don’t know anything about these people, I’m sure they are lovely, intelligent,  hard-working,  all that good stuff.

But here’s what I noticed .. they all look exactly the same .. like some sort of clones who have been fed a strict diet of McDonalds.

Face,  body,  hair  … All very similar.

Demeanour?

Absolutely no idea .. apart from the fact that they talk non-stop and are constantly stuffing their already fat faces.

Do you think that they are good people are bad people?

Get real for fucks sakes!

How can you possibly make such a decision on so little information?

Of course they are good people,  holding down a job,  earning a living for their families.

Even if it is just the one family!    🙂

But don’t confuse being fat or old or grey with being incapable.

That would only say more about you than them.

 

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A Prayer For The Living? #Oasis

 

I’m sure like me,  you have many songs that take you back to people and places in your life,  happy times,  sad times,  the best and worst of times.   Moments that we treasure and wish that we could live again and moments that we wish we could forget.

Sometimes,  years after the event,  we are getting on with our day,  the radio on in the background and a song comes on that reminds us of happy times,  it makes us feel good and we smile at the memories that come flooding back.

Sometimes,  it’s the opposite,  a song that reminds us of sad times.  That takes our breath away and puts a tear in our eyes. Continue reading “A Prayer For The Living? #Oasis”

Kids these days …. #Glasgow

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Its 7am and I’m having a lazy day.

I was still awake before my usual alarm at 6:30am even although I’m not “officially” working for the next two weeks.

Somehow I’ve managed to wangle it that the consultancy I was working for are still paying me until the end of the month even although I’m already working elsewhere and have been for the past 3 weeks until they implemented their “furlough” on contractors over the Easter period.

Bummer ..  shit happens .. but when It does sell toilet paper and Imodium.

So I’m making the best of it and looking for a last minute sunshine holiday for a week.

Better get those invoices done tho .. I’m garbage at that self employed admin stuff.

Anyhoo …

My youngest daughter is also on a break from her university studies over the next few .. yep she should be studying and has course works to do etc.

But last night her and her bestie were getting ready at mine and heading out on the town .. because  .. “Dad nowhere opens until 11”. Continue reading “Kids these days …. #Glasgow”

A bit fit? #fitbit

So ..  it was my birthday last week.  My kids bought me a Fitbit Blaze   Basically a smart watch which monitors various aspects of your health and wellbeing.

I’ve got to tell you I was somewhat cynical to the claims made in its reviews of accuracy and functionality.

But hey I was born cynical!
However ..  I’m happy to report that after a week of wearing my device, it’s my new favourite toy.

I’ve found that it accurately monitors the number of steps, floors climbed, daily exercise routine or a lack of.

A personal highlight is that it produces an accurate assessment of my sleep pattern.  See screenshot above.

My sleep pattern is pretty awful, prior to starting this new job I’d be up until 1am most nights or sleeping at 10 then awake at 4.     That may still be the case as I need to start waking up at 630 and out at 730am and have been tired most nights.

But this records the sleep I’m getting.   Friday night and I’m out at 1030 and get over 7 hours sleep.  I’m amazed at that.

The best thing I’ve found though is that the Fitbit isn’t just a monitoring tool but is also a motivational tool.  Continue reading “A bit fit? #fitbit”

Glasgow Memories – RainTown

I’ve got a love that I cling on to
And I’ll stay there til the end
Just you laugh
Cos you’re loaded
Things look different from there

My favourite Deacon Blue song,  happy memories of growing up in Glasgow in the 80s.

Christmas 1988 and I listened to that album RainTown on repeat sitting in my flat on my own while a few miles away a family party was in full swing.

Sometimes you just need to be alone.  Continue reading “Glasgow Memories – RainTown”

Choose Online Dating? 

Choose Online Dating

Choose Match, Tinder, POF, Eharmony and hope that someone, somewhere is interested

Choose looking at their old photos, wishing they’d put up something recent

Choose reading banal profiles full of lies, half-truths and made-up lifestyles

Choose your future

Choose flicking right, left or maybe

Choose sitting on that sofa repeating yourself to anyone that says hello

Choose game players, time-wasters, people already in relationships

Choose endless messages, coffee meets and lunch dates and worse, finding that absolutely everyone is lying about their age or circumstances.

And then… take a deep breath

You’re an addict

You’re addicted to it and you can’t stop yourself

Choose one night stands and serial monogamy

Choose being stuck in a hopeless rut

Choose your future

Choose life

I choose not to choose Online Dating, I choose something else.

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3am on Valentines Night,   I should be sleeping, but I’m in bed wide awake.  Continue reading “Choose Online Dating? “

So Who Killed Maddy?

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An interesting read on the disappearance of Madeline McCann and detailing evidence that has been suppressed, but can now be published.

Personally, I’ve always thought this case stank to high heavens and wondered why the McCanns were never charged with neglect at the very least

In addition to JJ’s post,    please find the translation of the book by the Portuguese lead investigating officer Goncalo Amaral.   This is not available in English as an injunction was taken about by the McCanns preventing its publication in 2008.

However a Portuguese court overturned the injunction in 2015 allowing details to be published.

The most chilling facts are the police sniffer dogs found evidence of a cadaver in the apartment rented by the McCanns and that the cadaver was hidden behinf the sofa and in the McCanns rental car.

I’ve also included the interview details published in the Telegraph from Kate McCann where she refused to answer any questions on the disappearance or murder of her daughter.

Question 48 is particularly damning

48- Did you have any responsibility or intervention in your daughter’s disappearance?

In my opinion,  her lack of response is clear sign of involvement or knowledge that she does not want to divulge.

Would you agree that any parent who had no involvement would respond accordingly and openly?

It stinks.

So who did kill Maddy?