When rummaging around in my kitchen for food the other day, I noticed I was running a little short of groceries. It was time to do a ‘big shop’. To avoid one of life’s major stresses – traipsing around a Bristol-based superstore on a Sunday afternoon – I arranged for Asda to delivery to my flat.
All was going well – I even managed to find a voucher for free delivery. The problem arose when the groceries arrived and I began to unpack the frozen food – mainly pizzas and ice cream (all healthy items, naturally).
While the products were supposed to be frozen, they had actually thawed out. Now either the driver had left these items in the glove compartment of the delivery van, or the onboard freezer had broken.
Needless to say, with a tear in the corner of my eye, I threw the pizzas and ice cream in the bin. Asda refunded me for all the frozen items, including some ready meals, which, by luck, appeared to remain frozen and I will probably eat at a later date. It was a very sombre moment – the coffee ice cream is normally so nice.
Incidentally, if anyone wants to risk salmonella in return for free pizzas and liquid ice cream; feel free to raid the dustbins outside my flat.
It is far too hot to sleep tonight.
What’s worse; the local foxes are screaming again. It sounds like The Animals of Farthing Wood performing an X-Factor audition for Simon Cowell.
Mark my words – I will be buying a horse, a horn and a pack of hounds in the morning.
Scottish cattle being struck by lightning and half cooked… must have taken place in Cowdenbeef (sic)
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I will be off to bed shortly, where I will be hoping for a good sleep and not to be awoken in the same manner I was the previous night…
It must have been 2am when I was disturbed by a loud screaming from outside. In my dazed, half-asleep state, I thought something terrible must have been happening on a nearby street.
As I woke up and acquired my senses, I realised the screeches were not as a result of murder, rape or Cristiano Rolando tripping over a stray twig and grazing his knee. They were, in fact, the sound of foxes – either fighting, mating or simply entering a ‘who can scream the loudest and wake Sean up’ competition.
If the same occurs tonight, I will be buying a pack of hounds in the morning and releasing them the next evening to track down and put an end to the noisy bastards.
I may end up with one of these rugs in the next few days
While browsing the PlayStation Network, I was pleased to see that the classic PC game, Wolfenstein 3D had been made available for download.
This is one of the first games I owned for the PC and brings back lots of memories.
A lot of games you re-discover and play years on, often turn out to be a disappointment and not how you fondly remembered them. Wolfenstein is not one of these.
The graphics may not demand a Radeon TNT Exterminator 5000 (or whatever a decent video card is), but this is more than made up for in terms of game play, which cannot be rivalled, even by modern day standards.
The game may be very pixelated, with the Nazi’s bleeding red squares when shot, but it still feels very violent. This makes me think I was probably too young to play it when I first got hold of the Shareware copy all those years ago. I seem to remember my mum didn’t like it, and I often found myself repeatedly pressing the ESC key as I heard her climbing the stairs towards the spare room which housed our PC. On hindsight, I don’t really blame her.
Even in 2009, I still find myself getting a little scared and jumping while opening a rusty blue door to find myself staring down the barrel of a gun, branded by a crazy Nazi. Then there are the rabid Alsatians, which still remain the thing of nightmares.
A great game and well worth the £3.99 I paid to download it.
About Me
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