Fitting a quart into a pint pot — 11 Comments

  1. Just remember, if you see a sign that says “Boat Ramp” turn around!
    Good Luck!

  2. You will all be sad to hear that I made it there in one piece.  You will be even more devastated to discover i made it home again.  Mind you, the little fucker still tried to make me go by the longest fucking route available.

    The update hasn’t improved his crap directions.

  3. Could have been worse Grandad.
    You could be like me and have a dial-up connection. It would have taken me at least 3 days (yes all 24 hours in each of those 3 days) and I wouldn’t have been able to use my phone in all that time either.
    I just use google maps and print out the directions. Luckily I rarely go far so I don’t have to do it often.

  4. Joysness – Bloody hell!  Dialup?  In Merca?  Don’t tell me the arse end of the Wicklow Mountains is more advanced than Merca?

    Cat – What happens on the other days?

  5. I’ve never used one of those satnav thingys – I have an abiding distrust of that kind of technology, and with good reason if some of the tales I read are true. Anyway, where I live now I very much doubt that any mapping service has a clue what roads exist and where they go. Even the better maps I can buy are woefully inadequate. So I think for the foreseeable future I shall eschew the dulcet tones of Roger (or his mates) and continue to rely on my (usually) unerring sense of direction.

  6. Grandad

    Roger probably likes to keep to metalled roads. If your shortest route is across the field, woods and mountain tracks of Co. Wicklow you must expect Roger to disagree with you slightly.

  7. Sean – I could have used the phone but it would have been a little difficult driving while holding it in front of my eyes all the time.  The screen ain’t that big!

    Nisakiman – Almost without exception, all those tales are due to fucking idiots believing their SatNav while ignoring the obvious in front of their eyes.  If the SatNav tells these twats to turn right, they’ll turn right, oblivious of the fact that the SatNav meant “at the next junction”.  A couple of years ago in France Roger kept insisting I turn off a viaduct and drop fifty feet to the road below.  There are times when you just ignore him!

    Sean – You have a good point there.  I know a few decent short cuts through forests and farmyards that Roger seems unaware of.  Maybe he’ll learn by my good example?

  8. Grandad
    Yes they have High speed internet here in Merca, it’s just too bloody expensive for my little disability pension. By the time you add in all the taxes and charges for this, that and the other thing it’s more than $100 a month which is more than I spend on my grocery bill for the entire month. So it’s dial up for me.
    Oh well, it gets me online so I can come here and get a laugh or cry or whatever!

  9. Joysness – You have my deepest sympathy as I remember only too well the fun of dial up.  If it’s any consolation, I try to keep the site as fast as possible and cut down on images [which I also try to make as light as possible] as I do remember the frustrations of staring at a picture that takes hours to unfold down the screen.

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