Airline food...yum?

Uno

"A Virgin Airways passenger, thoroughly upset with the meal and service during a flight, took matters into his own hand, and wrote Sir Richard Branson a personal complaint letter about the experience. An exerpt:

So lets peel back the tin-foil on the main dish and see what's on offer.

I'll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it's Christmas morning and you're sat their with your final present to open. It's a big one, and you know what it is. It's that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.

Only you open the present and it's not in there. It's your hamster Richard. It's your hamster in the box and it's not breathing. That's how I felt."

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Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service

Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Leith police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead. Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Leith by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or ouji board.


As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in West Cromwell Street which is just off Commercial Street in Leith. Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! Which rings throughout the entire building. This game is now in it's third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.


The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed. I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of calor gas that is lying on it's side between the two bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.


What I suggest is this. After replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.


I trust that when I take a claw-hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.


I remain sir, your obedient servant
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Mr ----


I have read your e-mail and understand you frustration at the problems caused by youth playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police. As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you. Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.


Regards

PC 387

Community Beat Officer
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Dear PC 387


First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail. 16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Leith Police station and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.


Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has it's own community beat officer. May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills. In the five or so years I have lived in West Cromwell Street, I have never seen you. Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin? It's surely only a matter of time before you are head-hunted by MI5.


Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Leith such as smoking in a public place or being Muslim without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these t***s that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere? The pitch behind the Citadel or the one at DK's are both within spitting distance, as is the bottom of the Leith Dock.


Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on 557 0890 If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I'll buy you a large one in the Compass Bar.


Regards

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P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don't work for the cleansing department.

Source

On Muse

Was here...



Now wishing I was here as well.



I can't believe prior to last week the only Muse song I was aware of was Starlight. Rugi giler nih! Lagi pikir rugi when I start thinking bout the fact that they'd been here to Auckland twice, and seriously, what the heck was I doing at that time? Spacing out over Media Comm?????

*scratches head (whilst thinking and partly also thanks to dandruff)

By the way, Happy 10th Anniversary Transcendence!

Separated at birth?

At first I thought she looks like Cruella, but then it hit me!



Same glee man. But then again it could just be me.

Summer Breeze

As I get older I find that the only way I could receive and store any form of information successfully, is if it comes out through the tube.

I wish all the journals and articles I'd have to read could be turned into tv mini-series.

I would EXCEL in Media Comm I tell ya.

I care

A middle-aged American guy and his wife came in and ordered drip coffee.

The guy seemed friendly and nice enough, talking and joking around with the three girls.

Then a huge crowd went past the store. Men, women and children passed by carrying placards,shouting and chanting.

"Ohhh what have we got here. Better take out my camera!"

He began filming the protesters.

Some in the crowd were angry. Some were sad.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever. Who cares?" The old guy said to the girls.

The girls just kept their heads down. One was still wondering whether or not it's right to say drip coffee.

"Hey, my son's Jewish!" He chuckled.

The pins on his green cap, each from the states or countries he'd been to shone brightly under the sun.

**

Yes, I didn't say anything. I'm weak at confrontations or debates.

But Mr. American drip-coffee guy, here's what I would like to say to you-

I care. Those who died, they have names. That's someone's son right there. Pity that you've been around the world and yet you haven't really seen it.

http://www.scoop.co.nz/stories/HL0901/S00051.htm

The Best of 2008

Movie(s) of the Year:
No Country For Old Man
So so dark. I like.

Pineapple Express
Can't ever remember laughing so hard. Worth every penny. I still haven't seen Milk, Revolutionary Road, Changeling,The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, The band's visit, etc

Song of the Year: I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
The new version is better than the old one definately. The perfect summer song.

Book of the Year: White Tiger by Aravind Adiga
Indian writes are geniuses.

Drama of the Year: Nodame Cantabile
Well the drama came out a couple of years back but I just recently watched it. Let's all enter Hentai Mori!

Best Trend: Leather jackets? Brogues? Can't decide.

Best (re)discovery: Jdorama
Now I'm addicted. I sleep at 5am just to khatam 10/11 episodes. Shame.....

Learnt a lot in 2008. Here's a list-
1-Learnt how to make ikan goreng
2-Learnt how to make nasi lemak
3-Learnt how to make kuey teow goreng...cekodok pisang(selalu hangus)...mung bean drink...

My cooking may not be great I've gotta admit, but at least I'm learning?

4-Learnt how to remain calm when customers ask incredibly stooo....

Farewell 2008, hello 2009!

Oya sumi...zzzz