Tick tick boom.....

Well, it's a disgraceful day here. Been storming since the small hours, and currently it is, as us chaps from Suffolk say, "blowing a hoolie" and a' peesing it doon with rain, blackest nastiest skies I've seen in a while. Blessed be living in the north, eh.

Small embarassment yesterday, and entertainment for those of you that get off on such things ;o) ; I know a lass who does clothing adjustment and repairs. Been meaning to get my #1 uniform jacket properly tailored for ages. It was made on one of these nasty "send us your measurments and we'll run up the item" schemes years ago, and has never fitted right. I'm of the opinion that these items have to be right, or not bothered with so with that, and the fact that I had naff all else to do, I finally got my arse in gear and got the thing to someone who knows what they're doing. The conclusion was that it was odd... length was right, arms were right, no problem across the back, shouldn't be a real reason for any problem. Ah, what's this button? Do you use it? Turns out, there's an internal button, hidden that you're supposed to have fastened which takes the weight of the thing and makes it hang right. Fastened it.... problem solved.

Doh! ! ! Now, how in the name of arse was I ever supposed to know that ?!?!?!?!?

The fun factory wasn't worth talking about. Came damned close to losing my rag with my team; certain of them have an attitude to established ways of working that suck. And big mouths too. Can't be dealing with people like that. The latest intake seem to have imported a certain amount of muppetry with them. Came back via fish, chips and beer. I'm on call so I'm not supposed to have the beer, but lets say it's medicinal.