Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 17 March 2014
Bad Irish driving on St Patrick's Day
It must about 2 years ago since I nagged everyone who used the 'word verification' thing on these blogs to cease and desist or run the risk of losing me as a follower.
Either my impotent, lightweight and meaningless threats worked, or Blogger has given up the system as a bad job, because I find that nobody is asking me to re-type a distorted, fictional word or try to read their house number from 200 yards with no spectacles, as they used to ask in UK driving tests.
Too many of you lot are still making me wait to see my valuable contribution to your own posts though, and you have no idea how cheated I feel when I tick the 'submit' box only to be told by your footman - in a snotty voice - that my comment is awaiting your approval.
I want - and need - instant gratification, and I take it as a personal slight that you think I could be capable of using the sort of language on your blog that I use on my own.
On a lighter note, I do notice that I have gained a follower to replace the one that I lost as a result of using the 'C' word once too often, but I think this is only a polite, reciprocal response to me following him after he left a valuable comment on my blog which he was not asked to wait to see if I approved of or not.
Talking of UK driving tests, my car insurance renewal form arrived last week, and I was so shocked at how much money they wanted as a premium to cover my old Volvo, that I called up the office to threaten to leave them.
The woman said that her computers had been down all day, but she would call me back today - Monday - to see what could be down about lowering it. Over the weekend I looked through the small print on the schedule, and was surprised to see that I passed my driving test in the Republic of Ireland. I have no recollection of that.
If you live in the UK and have to select your domicile from a huge drop-down menu, you have to scroll very close to the bottom to find 'United Kingdom' nestling close to places like Uruguay and the United States of America. I often envy Hippo for living in Angola - it must be so quick and easy for him to select his country.
I can only think that the woman in the insurance office must have got fed up with looking for the UK and settled on 'Eire' which is much closer to the top.
I wonder if that is why my premium has been set so high? I know that Belgian drivers are all completely hopeless and dangerous - as are the Chinese - but are Irish drivers really that bad?