While having a shave today I noticed that I have a spot on my chin. This is new, since it was not there before. This probably isn't good, but then again I did eat a whole bag of donuts the other day. And I've been eating rather more pizza just recently than normal. Clearly this is having a deleterious effect on my perfect facial appearance.
I forgot to write anything in my blog for the past two days, so clearly my memory is going as well. Either that or I just had nothing to say, but some people always find something to post in their blogs even when they don't have a thought in their head. Maybe I should post song lyrics or something.
This weekend I am going to try to tidy my world headquaters. (This sounds more impressive than "take some boxes down to the shed", I think.)
While I was having that shave earlier, I wondered if it was possible to buy shaving things in huge bulk quantity on eBay. And it seems that it is. Amazing.
Also while in my bathroom, not shaving but doing something else, I wondered if it was possible to purchase toilet rolls in huge bulk quantity on eBay. And it is not. Although there is an auction at the moment for a pair of strawberry Hello Kitty toilet rolls - but even if I were to win this acution, they would clearly be just too good to clean one's undercarriage with. The best bulk non-strawberry non-kitty loopaper I can seeon eBay at the moment is 36 toilet rolls for about £12. I think I can do better, so for the moment I will hold fire.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Shaken down by mobsters and hoodlums
My credit card has been stolen by hoodlums! Not a face-to-face mugging or anything like that, but some kind of internet fraudster somewhere has somehow made off with my credit card number and is using it to try to buy things!
Needless to say this has not made me happy. Alarm bells started to ring when I got a phone call from a company who wanted to check some details on a huge computer that I'd ordered. Er.. no? But they had my name. They obviously had my phone number, on account of the fact that they had phoned me. And they were able to tell me the number on my credit card. I was unimpressed with this situation - nice of the company to phone me, though, and tip me off to the shakedown what was occuring in dimly lit rooms half way across the world.
A call to my credit card company connected me with a nice lady in a call centre in India. I relayed my sorry tale to her, and while at first placated by her suggestion that I do nothing and just wait for my next statement to come in the post, a few minutes later I phoned back and was more forceful. That's not how it's going to go down, see? We're going to go through my statement on the phone, right, and any fraudy transactions is going to be nailed right away, see? I could tell they were impressed by the way they started reading out my recent spending. Sainsburys, £54.15.. yes.. Sky Television, £19.50.. yes.. Amazon.co.uk, £12.85.. yes.. Napster, £9.99.. yep.. Bent Warehouse, America, $2000.. ye.. what? No! That wasn't me! I was not there. And where spending on my credit card is concerned, nothing goes down unless I'm involved. I am quite strict on that.
My credit card company promise that they will track down the mobsters who are misusing my card, and put them out of commission for good, see? At least I think they said that, they might have been trying to sell me travellers cheques again. I will phone them back tomorrow.
Needless to say this has not made me happy. Alarm bells started to ring when I got a phone call from a company who wanted to check some details on a huge computer that I'd ordered. Er.. no? But they had my name. They obviously had my phone number, on account of the fact that they had phoned me. And they were able to tell me the number on my credit card. I was unimpressed with this situation - nice of the company to phone me, though, and tip me off to the shakedown what was occuring in dimly lit rooms half way across the world.
A call to my credit card company connected me with a nice lady in a call centre in India. I relayed my sorry tale to her, and while at first placated by her suggestion that I do nothing and just wait for my next statement to come in the post, a few minutes later I phoned back and was more forceful. That's not how it's going to go down, see? We're going to go through my statement on the phone, right, and any fraudy transactions is going to be nailed right away, see? I could tell they were impressed by the way they started reading out my recent spending. Sainsburys, £54.15.. yes.. Sky Television, £19.50.. yes.. Amazon.co.uk, £12.85.. yes.. Napster, £9.99.. yep.. Bent Warehouse, America, $2000.. ye.. what? No! That wasn't me! I was not there. And where spending on my credit card is concerned, nothing goes down unless I'm involved. I am quite strict on that.
My credit card company promise that they will track down the mobsters who are misusing my card, and put them out of commission for good, see? At least I think they said that, they might have been trying to sell me travellers cheques again. I will phone them back tomorrow.
Monday, September 20, 2004
OK, so I'm no Belle de Jour...
Is this thing on? After having spent so long not really being a "blog" kind of person, it's hard to think of the right thing to say on a first date. If my subsequent entries are not to be a disappointment for everybody, I guess I have to set out my stall in the first edition. Kind of hard to know what to say, though.
After all, I'm no Belle de Jour. For a start, the chances of anyone wanting me to sleep with them are fairly small. The chances of anyone paying money, either for me to sleep with them, or to write a book, are non-existent. So all in all, I cannot promise you excitement, adventure, or really wild things.
I feel like I should write more, a full article with a point and something interesting at the start, middle, and end.. but most blogs aren't like that, are they? Maybe something interesting will happen tomorrow.
After all, I'm no Belle de Jour. For a start, the chances of anyone wanting me to sleep with them are fairly small. The chances of anyone paying money, either for me to sleep with them, or to write a book, are non-existent. So all in all, I cannot promise you excitement, adventure, or really wild things.
I feel like I should write more, a full article with a point and something interesting at the start, middle, and end.. but most blogs aren't like that, are they? Maybe something interesting will happen tomorrow.
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