Stupidly Long and With a Big Red Helmet.
You know, sometimes it’s really hard to blog. The most annoying times are when seemingly nothing is happening in your life and then you have a really good idea at work. Then you forget it on the way home.
I was thinking just yesterday that I should do something crazy and unpredictable and blog on a Thursday night. But what would I share with the 9 slavering dogs that hang on my every (or at the very least alternate) word? I was having this particular thought on the way to work in that rarities of rarities (for a shift worker at least) - a traffic jam.
Staring me right in the face was something that I had wanted to blog for ages but had forgotten about on the way home so many times…
A transit van in front of me. Clean, shiny & with a very smart logo on the back. The guy or gal who owned the business obviously knew a thing or six about professionalism and had employed a competent ‘logo person’ to bedeck his fleet of vans.
(I have invented the company name in the paragraph that follows for obvious reasons. Take note spambots)
What neither the owner or ‘the logo man’ had realised was how stupid and unprofessional the EMail appeared to people driving behind. Maybe I am in a geeky minority here but you would expect a loft insulating company called xxLoftStak to have an Email address like .. info@xxloftstak.co.uk and a website at www.xxloftstak.co.uk. But no…not one person had seen fit to ponder a moment and suggest that.. a.lftsk@tier1/~freewebb.homeserf.uk.ltd might be quite hard to write down and remember when you doing 40mph. The amount of people in Plymouth who know where the ~ key is on their keyboard would probably all fit in the lift where I work and still leave room for the cleaner and her smelly mop bucket.
and then…as I drove home around 10pm through Plymouth’s leafy Devonport, I stopped at a set of traffic lights just in time to see a naked bloke run across the road wearing nothing but a big red crash helmet.
Picture of the day almost. Sadly, it was too dark and he ran too fast. The other downside is the person who had just got out of my car would have enjoyed it even more than me and I would have a witness.
Bugger.
Great post - ony one thing… I was also wearing Combat Boots. Maybe I was running too fast??
Hi again - I’m back and it’s good to see you are still on top form. Keep up the good work,
Arden