Following yesterday’s despair at my missing clothes, I had some good news this morning from Claire. City Link have delivered my clothes! Yes, they’re a day late, and yes, I am still awaiting an explanation, but I am happy. That is unless I arrive home, open the package, only to find a dead cat, instead of my expensive sweater-top.
I thought it was about time I smartened myself up. Granted, I don’t look like a tramp. OK, maybe a well-groomed hobo, but I am not flash or dapper. Therefore, I decided to buy myself a new outfit. This outfit will be reserved for special occasions – meals out, parties and all the other sophisticated evens I (never) get invited to.
I was lucky enough to have been given vouchers for John Lewis for my birthday in March. Therefore, after spending a while on Amazon, my usual clothes supplier (yes, I know, I know!), I decided to go shopping at Johnny’s and ordered myself a fancy shirt, a pair of jeans and a top.
John Lewis is an expensive shop, but is of exceptional quality. I won’t say how much my clothes cost! Needless to say, I’ve NEVER spent that much on a shirt and NEVER will again. Claire was kind enough to wait in for my clothes to me delivered today. I had a delivery. This delivery consisted of a fancy shirt and a pair if jeans. Where was my top? Where the hell was my top? My lush, dapper, expensive top?
I rang Johnny’s. Mr. Lewis confirmed that the top had been packaged separately and couldn’t explain why they had not both been delivered. So basically, the courier had fucked up. That courier was City Link. Looking at City Link’s Twitter bio, they describe themselves as “reliable”. Based on personal experience, including issues I’ve had in the past with the same courier, this is a self-proclaimed accolade.
John Lewis are going to try and contact Shitty, I mean City Link, tomorrow and then track down my very expensive top! I have nothing against John Lewis, although do wish they would use a more reliable courier. As I mentioned earlier, from personal experience, I have found City Link to be far from satisfactory.
Dear Mr. Cameron,
If you are to send me further correspondence, please can I request you use a softer brand of paper? That way it is not too rough on the buttocks.
Thanks,
Sean
Like many people these days, I find myself using social media far too much. I don’t do Facebook, although I do have a redundant account. My vice is Twitter. My @seankuk account currently has exactly 11,100 tweets. To some, this round figure may be impressive. It is, however, a little shameful.
I know I am not the only one guilty of allowing Facebook, Twitter and the likes to play a part of my life. Many people I know are frequently checking their phones for what so-and-so has tweeted or what Jack has messaged Jill about on Facebook. Let’s face it, most of what is posted is bollocks, and the world isn’t going to stop turning if we don’t find out what has been written.
I have come to this somewhat radical realisation after watching this video. A video which has ironically gone viral on social media.
I am therefore going to try and give myself a Twitter ban. Well, it’s not a ban. I did think about deleting the app entirely from my phone, but thought better of it. Social media can be bad. I don’t like the way I aimlessly check my phone, laptop or iPad for nothing. That is what I want to stop. However, there are uses for it.
Social media can be a good means of staying in touch with friends and family for genuine reasons. For example, I have been using both Facebook and Twitter to help with preparations for my wedding.
Less importantly, Twitter is also excellent for checking football scores, so I’ll use it for that. Therefore, a little reluctantly, I’ll retain my accounts, but will only access them if I have a real purpose to do so. Not because I am bored, not because I have just woken up/about to go to bed and certainly not to see who has poked who (not that I ever did that!). To help me be disciplined in my self-imposed Twitter restrictions, I have placed the app right at the end of my iPhone, making it difficult to find!
I will keep my blog updated. Some may disagree, but I do not see this as social media. A blog is effectively diary and a record of one’s life. It is possible to put a lot of thought and love into a blog. I don’t know how many people read my blog. It may only be two or three. Very little compared to the amount of followers I have on Twitter, who may read what I tweet in under 140 characters. I know for certain that my blog is read. I know this because I read it. I can see how this could come across as a little egotistical, but I read what I have posted from months and years ago. I am proud to have kept this blog going for over a decade and hope to be blogging for many more decades to come.
I shouldn’t laugh…
[Rovers fans’ reactions after relegation]
I didn’t find it amusing when the very angry man interrupted his fellow fan, 53 seconds into the video, to bark something about the board.
The supporter shortly before the 2 minute mark was also very UNFUNNY, saying how he felt sorry for his embarrassed looking son, before bursting into tears himself.
Like I said, I shouldn’t laugh, because it isn’t funny. No, not funny at all.
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