I was flung into a fit of rage this morning, when I began to receive random text messages on my phone. The messages, which contained useless sport-related news stories, began repeatedly spamming my mobile. They claimed that I had signed up for the alerts, which I would be charged £3 for every one I received. That was it – I was angry. Here is what they looked like…
After searching the entire internet for a way in which I could block junk text messages and also check my Vodafone account balance, to verify I hadn’t generally been charged £9 to read about Steven Gerrard throwing a tantrum, I eventually blocked the spammer.
I did think of contacting Vodafone, asking them to ensure I was never contacted again by this person. It also crossed my mind that I should reply, telling them to go away (politely, of course), and threatening to call the police. Ben, my work colleague, suggested I sign the number up for various dodgy internet promotions, in a cruel, yet justified, act of retaliation.
Later in the morning, my phone rang. It was the spammer! Prepared to unleash the bowels of bloody hell upon them, I answered… I was politely informed that I had signed up for the service and to unsubscribe, I would be charged £10. I was stunned. Literally seconds before I exploded, I noticed Adam behind me, clutching a mobile phone. Yup, you’ve guessed it – Adam had been the one ringing AND texting me. There was no spammer at all. Instead there was a pillock. A pillock called Adam, who I will seek revenge upon very soon.
I received an email from work offering me a free Will.
Given the fact we're in the middle of a deadly worldwide pandemic, I'm not sure if I should be grateful or terrified.
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Today was my first day off since dropping my hours and going part time.
This day off is known, within the department, as a "non-working day". Smart arses may argue that I have five of these a week already.
This "NWD", however, allows me to stay at home, wearing my pyjamas all day, should I so wish....
Introducing the Office Bunny!
Yes, that is Shaun the Sheep peering up at the camera. He had been sitting on top of my computer for the past 5+ years, but was kicked off his throne this morning by Rabbit Di Nero.
I am aware that sharing my workspace with a stuffed, life size rabbit could be considered...
The clocks have now gone back, I had a good night's sleep and have now settled down to blog the second installment of my Friday Frights, while Claire watches Liverpool play Spurs.
Where did we finish off last night? Oh yes, I had cleaned Neil Warnock and nursed him back to full, loud health. No idea...
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
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