What is it with me and these gallery nights at The Egg? I buy myself a cool piece of art for a bargain price and it ends up costing me an arm and a leg because some other weird thing happens to me on the way home. Well it happened again. I went to the opening night of Tinsel and Twinkle's show,
'It was the best of times, It was the worst of times'
As determined as I was not to repeat the 65 quid taxi ride, I think I would have been better off getting drunk and letting it happen all over again.
I took all the precautions I could; I didn't drink Alcohol, I didn't travel home by train and I took my car.
The show as great, very Banksy/Pop Art-ish (I'm not an art critic so that's as far as I'll go). I bought a couple of prints by Twinkle. (Click on them to see bigger versions) and Jazamin found a "Lucky Penny" on the floor and passed it on to me and I thought everything was going great. I got the prints for a bargain price and I got a bottle of wine to take home. But then the good luck turned bad.
Being a good samaritan and wanting to show off my new car, I decided I would give Karen and Jazamin a lift home. As I was reversing out of my parking space I 'kerbed' one of my whizzy alloy wheels. Then, about ten minutes later, I got flashed by a speed camera on West Derby Road :( I was doing nearly 40 in a thirty. It felt like I was doing about 20. Bloody quiet modern cars. . . . There's a 60 quid fine and 3 points already. I don't even want to know how much an alloy wheel is to repair.
Lucky Penny My Arse.

I've mostly been building this website, whilst laying prone in my bed. Only getting up to visit;

a. The bog, b. The Kitchen and c. The pub.

I've just had an automated phone-call from Santander Credit telling me I must immediately pay the sum of "Zero Pounds and Zero Pence" to clear my outstanding credit card bill?
I was then given three options, none of which, was to talk to a humanoid. I chose button 3 "I have already paid" . . . Some robot's going to be pissed off, when she finds out that I lied and haven't made the minimum payment of "Zero Pounds and Zero Pence".

I went to Halton Hospital today to get a scan. I was expecting to be there for hours and also expecting to get some sort of dye injected into my veins.
I waited for about 20 mins and then my name was called. I went into the scanner room and was told to lie on my front on the scanner bed. I was put into the scanner, arse first and a robotic voice told me to hold my breath. I was scanned and then the whole thing was repeated. I was on the bus home, less than 10 minutes later. No injections or anything. I didn't even get undressed. How cool is that?