When luck holds out
I went into town yesterday.
I hate going into town because of the lack of parking and the stench of Skobies, and I was dreading going in as I had a lot to do and this entailed trying to park in different parts of town.
Something very strange happened.
At my first port of call, there was a parking space directly outside. I put this down to an anomaly in the Space Time Continuum and went about my business.
Having finished there, I reluctantly left my neat parking space, and drove to the other end of town for my next port of call. I really began to question the reality of the situation when I found a grand space there, exactly where I wanted it.
I had a few places to visit, so set off. The first port of call was an office supplies shop to get some ink for my printer. For the last couple of weeks, I have been forced to print all my documents in red or blue or some strange combination, as my black ink cartridge was empty. For some reason, people give you strange looks if you present them with an official document that is printed in pink. I have this strange knack of buying printers that are the only ones whose cartridges are impossible to buy. The usual response is that they have every known cartridge known to man in stock except for the one I’m looking for. When I told the bloke in the shop what model printer I had, there was the usual sharp intake of breath that I know so well.
“I’m sorry, but you’re out of luck on that one. We don’t have colour cartridges for that model, and only one black ink cartridge left.”
Once again, my luck was holding out so I bought it.
The next thing I had to do was get some things for the car for driving in France. I wandered into the motor factors and got my beam benders and a couple of other things. While I was there, I decided to try my luck which seemed to be holding out remarkably well. For a couple of weeks now, I have been looking for a fine, single core insulated wire, to complete my electric fence to stop Sandy wandering. I need about fifty meters of it. I had called into a couple of places in the past and they always tried to flog me three core mains cable or telephone extension cable or even television co-axial cable. Do they think I’m daft?
“I know this is a long shot” I said to the doddery bloke behind the counter, “but do you sell wire? I need fine single core insulated wire and a lot of it.”
“I don’t think we have anything like that, but I’ll have a look.”
He wandered over to a stand and started muttering to himself. Eventually he announced that they didn’t, but while he had been doing his mutterings, I had been poking around in a bin and what did I find? I found a reel of fine, single core insulated wire that is apparently used for earthing car speakers or something. It was on a reel, and stamped on the side of the reel were those three glorious letters – 50m!
I had a coffee and a smoke then to celebrate my successes, and mused upon my day. I contemplated buying a lottery ticket, but decided that I didn’t need that much money. Then to my amazement I realised that I had only seen one Skobie the entire trip. She had come into the motor factors to borrow a funnel as her car had run out of petrol and she needed to fill it from a jerry can.
She just stank of petrol.
Phew, for a moment there I thought you were going to say she’d siphoned off the contents of your petrol tank. That would have put a dampener on your successful day.
Nick – No chance. I was very tempted to light a macth though to see if she went ‘woof’.
This is what happens when you sell your soul to the devil.
Yeh! some dog alright.
You know Grandad it’s a pleasure to hear you in such a good mood.
Very unMeldrewish!!!
Only one Skobie sighting in the entire town. Amazing! We have them here too. They are everywhere and unfortunately they breed.
What’s a “skobie” when it’s at home for tea? Yes, I know I could just google it, but I’ve just noticed “Guinea Pig Sighs” over there on the blogroll, and curiosity…….
.-= Charmed´s last brainfart .. Rising grades back in the news again =-.
Grandad! Will you be able to buy the News Of The World in France? 🙁
http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/ireland/2009/0805/1224252009334.html?via=mr
TT – Cheap at the price [I sold him Herself’s soul].
Your Highness – I’m always in a good mood. Except of course when Im in a bad one.
Brianf – It was a bit scary. They normally start breeding at around twelve years and carry on ontil the drugs get them, but they had all vanished yesterday. Someone must have shouted “Drug Squad”?
Charmed – It’s difficult to describe a Scobie [or Skanger]. The male of the breed is fairly elusive as it rarely emerges in daylight except to buy drugs. It’s usual haunt is the bookie, the pob or the labour exchange. The female of the species is much more common. Females tend to hang around in pairs [or more] and can be recognised by their adornments consisting of a pushchair with a snotty kid in it, a fag in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. The young of the Skobie are known as gobblers [from Snot Gobblers]. Female Skobies generally have five or six Gobblers by the time they are eighteen, at which point the heroin generally impedes reproduction.
Guinea Pig Sighs is a new addition and one of my favouite reads. Unfortunately, he doesn’t write too often but then it must be difficult for a guinea pig?
Peckerhead – You don’t drop by very often, but when you do, you make an impact! Bertie Ahern writing? hah! The fucker can’t even speak properly so his writing should be interesting? Or else his editor is realy going to earn their money…..
Just a couple questions and a few points here:
What’s a skobie? (never mind, already answered–love your description–we got ’em here too).
What are beam benders?
Next time your printer spits out pink letters, use purple paper. (I use cheap, low end HP anything when it comes to ink jet printers. Average quality but the cartridges are always available.
Now that was a real miracle finding the wire like that. And here they got all excited about a tree stump.
You should have bought the damn lottery ticket, but only if you found a good parking space. When you won I would have been glad to take a few hundred thousand off your hands.
Now all you have to do is avoid going into town for about a thousand years and you’ll have the same luck. 😛
.-= Kirk M´s last brainfart .. Russian Subs Off East Coast a Surprise? =-.
I was stunned meself, Grandad. And felt you should be alerted, given your veneration of the Great Man.
If you can’t get the News Of The World in France (and somehow I suspect it’s not a big seller there), hopefully they can keep a copy for you down in the coffee shop.
Bon voyage!
Nice. See, the recession has its upside, more free parkers.
Bertie Aherne writing about Sport? Fuck sake. And for a rag like that? Just shows you how little he knows about politics that he wasnt invited to write for a more ‘quality’ publication on a more highbrow topic. He should be doing that as a hobby for no salary with the amount of money he earns as a TD and former Taoiseach.
God i’m all depressed again. Where’s me pills?
Becky – He actually wanted to write for a more up-market publication, but The Dandy wouldn’t have him.
What did Sandy do that you want to electricute her????
Kate – She keeps breaking through my defences/fences/minefields and wandering down the main road as if she owned it. She’s intelligent, but the local drivers aren’t so I’m installing one of those electronic dog-collar thingies.