Air travel (today): I really dislike air travel these days. It reminds me of when I used to get the bus up and down from college, a long arduous journey which inevitably features some random irritation (usually Newbridge). Even for short flights it's queue, check in, queue, security, queue, buy overpriced tat, wait, queue, shuffle onto plane, fight for your right to place your hand luggage above the seat you are in instead of halfway down the other end of the plane because some ignorant git want's some additional space for their over-size sock suitcase, sit uncomfortably for a time, queue for jacks (long haul only), land, queue to get off, queue to go through whatever check they have to inconvenience you at your destination, queue for local transport etc. I used to travel back and forth to the UK as an unaccompanied minor in my distant youth due to.... complicated family. Back then it was a whole other deal, it was the 80s and Ryanair was nowhere to be seen. The democratisation of air travel has driven me to view ferries as the only way to travel. That's how much I hate air travel.
Fashion labels: This really is the pinnacle of bad taste in my view. I have no objection to being well dressed and exuding a degree of sartorial elegance (I don't, by the way, but I wouldn't object to it). However this is not synonymous with the wearing of labels. There is a difference between style and aping the clothing habits of supposed fashion icons like a bunch of sheep. Worse is then having the gall to judge others on the same basis. It is this zombie like cult of branding and celebrity that seduces the easily led of this world into believing that they are more exclusive, have better taste and are generally better people because they buy some tat bearing the mark of a cynical manipulator and their unnamed marketing cohorts. Wearing expensive shit does not make you a better person, it just makes you gullible. As the saying goes, there is one born every minute.
Sloppy work: Do a relatively decent job or don't do it at all. Now I happen to suffer from the curse of doing sloppy work in the DIY arena. This is mostly because any given project must be started at about 4.30 on a Sunday afternoon when PTCC has brought the sprogs off for granny indoctrination, and completed before 6.30 when they return. I try to do a good job, but at the end of the day it's not up to my standard. However if I am doing the job I am paid to do I will endeavour to do the best I can with the resources available. I guess strictly speaking I do the same with the whole DIY thing. If I hire someone to do something in the house or to my car I expect them to have the same standards and not slack off with a "ah sure it'll do" attitude. Especially at the fucking rates these people charge these days. Mostly I have managed to choose wisely, but suffice to say a certain dealer of french cars in the south Co. Dublin region could really do with raising their sodding game significantly.
Thus ends this installment. In Feb. perhaps I will list stuff I lurve. I think I might need a new job before that happens though.
1 comments:
Moany git ;)
I hate air travel because I am petrified of flying. I hate any kind of travel to be honest because I get travel sickness...even on the Dart!
Yeah, labels are a pain because they become so important to kids when they reach a certain age. We moved to a new area when I was 12 and it was the first time I came in contact with people that rated each other on how much their stuff cost.
You don't have that many dislikes to be honest. I would rather hire a professional than let somebody do a pisspoor job at diy, that's why I don't let my landlord anywhere near my place :)
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