Trouble down below

Lord Sugar

Hola. Hope you are well.

I’m good, I spent a few days last week back in Manchester, apologies to any friends I didn’t get to see, which was all but 4, but you know how it is when you are only back home for a few days, you can’t fit everyone in. Plus if people want to know what I am up to they can check this blog every Monday.

As you know if you read last week’s blog post, I decided to travel to and from M’cr by coach. I used two different companies and had two contrasting experiences. On the way there, I used a company that was, let’s say a national coach company that gets you around at express speed. That company left on time and arrived on time. On my way back I used a coach company that is big, some would say it was a mega bus company, this set off 59mins late, with no explanation as to the delay. I feel an email maybe winging its way to their customer services. My experiences although mixed, hasn’t put me off travelling with either coach company, mainly because they’re cheap.

Talking of public transport, in my absence where I grew up now has a tram system. This has caused a lot of excitement (probably more than it should) as talk of this tram has been going on for about 10 years and at times it looked like it would never happen. As last week was my first opportunity to use it I took it, (plus it was cheaper than the buses) and after living in London for 9 months it was just nice to travel above ground.

Also whilst I was at my mum’s I took advantage of the fact that she is skilled with a needle and thread and I have problems down below. Don’t worry my mum didn’t do some kind of DIY vasectomy, that would be weird on a number of levels. No, I presented her with some jeans to mend as they had a hole in the crutch area. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to do this but it is numerous. I don’t know why my jeans end up like that, I don’t know if it’s the way I sit or if I have jean destructive testicles but something is going on. Feel free to let me know if you have similar issues, cheers.

Also whilst I was back home I bought some new running trainers and discarded my old ones. I thought it might have been an emotional occasion as I’d had these trainers since the summer of 1998, so effectively 13 years. But in the end it wasn’t that emotional, after all they are only trainers, and they were properly battered trainers, part of the soles had come off so I was running on the plastic, possibly not ideal, but despite their condition I was considering leaving them at my mum’s should I need to run when I’m back there but I decided against that when I smelt them and thought these have to go.

In other news, I read that a think tank, would like ex soldiers to work in schools as teachers to sort out discipline in schools. I would suggest that there is more to teaching than barking instructions at pupils but it did make me think that it could be good news for Colonel Gaddafi should things not go his way in the next few days. It’s always good to have a back up plan.

And Finally… a few week’s ago I mentioned how I got some passport pics taken at a photo booth but they were rejected by the passport people and so the photo booth company were kind enough to reimburse my £5. Well last week I put that cheque in to my account. I know what you are thinking, why didn’t you do that sooner, think about the interest you are missing out on? You are probably correct, I imagine Lord Sugar would have already made a million pounds out of that fiver. I suppose that’s one of the differences between me and Lord Sugar,that and I bet he doesn’t have holey jeans.

Til next week, stay safe!

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