Hoorah

I’m now up and running on my new computer. And what a delight it is.

Having just spent the last couple of days transferring files and pics to this one, it’s nice to know that I’ve something reliable to work with.

Buying a new computer does come with a downside though. This one came bundled with a wireless keyboard and Mouse. These have now been consigned to the darkest cupboard, as they are the cheapest, badly designed, peripherals  I have come across in a long time.

The Mouse was the size of a football,compared to my old mouse, and the keys on the keyboard felt as if they were made from the inside of a swiss cheese.

One of my biggest problems was in setting up an Email programme for Mrs FE. As the ISP account holder it’s easy to set up my Email. however to set up my wife’s account is always a pain in the Arse. I find that she can send Emails, but not receive them. However I’ve now got that sorted.

Another problem is that at the moment I’m running with unsecured wiFi due to the inability of the onboard WiFi adapter to accept my Routers instructions. Apparently my Router is of a higher standard than the onboard WiFi can cope with.

That’s now sorted as a new wireless dongle plopped onto  the mat this morning. the WiFi was secure in minutes.

So now you get the chance to read at least another five years of my ridiculous posts. You have been warned.

Tied to the taliban

A fleeing Taliban, desperate for water, was plodding through the Afghan desert when he saw something far off in the distance. Hoping to find water, he hurried toward the oasis, only to find a little old Jewish man at a small stand, selling ties.

The Taliban asked, "Do you have water?"

The Jewish man replied, "I have no water. Would you like to buy a tie?
They are only $5."

The Taliban shouted, "Idiot! I do not need an over-priced tie. I need water! I should kill you, but I must find water first!"

"OK," said the old Jewish man, "It does not matter that you do not want to buy a tie and that you hate me. I will show you that I am bigger than that. If you continue over that hill to the east for about two miles, you will find a lovely restaurant. It has all the ice cold water you need. Shalom."

Cursing, the Taliban staggered away over the hill Several hours later he staggered back, almost dead & said, "Your f****** brother won't let me in without a tie!"

The Doctor

In a previous post I found that I was no longer registered with my practise.

Surprisingly enough this morning I read a blog post (I can’t remember who) that might shed some light on the issue. Apparently practises are funded by the number of patients on their register. Therefore the local health authorities were sending patients innocuous questionnaires to patients asking for info on their practise. If after two requests, there were no replies, then health authorities were presuming that the patient had moved out of area. Therefore saving them money.

Bearing in mind, that the period involved in my case had me out of the country for most of the year, this scam would have been unnoticed by me.

I have asked my practise for a full enquiry into the matter, but I’m not holding my breath for a result. However if they think that this will go away. they’d better think again.

PS. I’m being treated for a suspected Ulcer.

Note to self: Calm down dear.

It just hit me

My cat sleeps about 20 hours a day.  He has his food prepared for him.  He can eat whenever he wants, 24/7/365.  His meals are provided at no cost to him.He visits the doctor once a year for his check-up, and again during the year if any medical needs arise.  For this he pays nothing and nothing is required of him. He lives in a nice neighbourhood in a house that is much larger than he needs, but he is not required to do any upkeep.

If he makes a mess, someone else cleans it up.  He has his choice of luxurious places to sleep. He receives these accommodations absolutely free.

He is living like a King, and has absolutely no expenses whatsoever. All of his costs are picked up by others who go out and earn a living every day.

I was just thinking about all this, and suddenly it hit me in the head like a ton of bricks ....

My cat must be an Illegal Immigrant.

Peace in our time. Over?

Politicians really can stoop to new lows in the fight to save the Euro.

Peace in Europe could be shattered if the euro collapses, the German leader Angela Merkel said today.

Christ on a crutch. How crass.

As EU leaders gathered for their second emergency summit in four days, she stunned diplomats by saying: "No one should think that a further half century of peace and prosperity is assured. If the euro fails, Europe will fail."

And a fat rat looks like it’s leaving the sinking ship.

On top of the tensions, the sense of turmoil was fuelled by reports from Rome - quickly denied - that prime minister Silvio Berlusconi has agreed to step down because his coalition is cracking under the strain of austerity measures.

There could be good news, further down in the article.

"It isn't. And that's why I say if the euro fails, Europe will fail, and that mustn't happen."

I live in hope.

Remember, remember, the second referenda.

 

If the EU encourage this then why not vote for a second referendum on leaving the EU.

Do go and vote. The link is below

https://submissions.epetitions.direct.gov.uk/petitions/20133

1,912 submissions already

I would really wonder what the ruling classes would do if confronted with a second demand.

H/T to Ampers

Disenfranchised

As you may remember in a past post I intimated that I was feeling a touch unwell. Anyway today I bit the bullet and decided to make an appointment with my doctor.

Just making an appointment in itself was a hurdle or two to jump. Last time I had to, this was achieved by a simple phone call, answered in seconds by a nice sounding lady.

Not now.

“If you are in need of Emergency treatment, Press one”

“If you died recently, press two”

Etc, Etc.

“If you wish to talk to a humanoid, press three to the power eight”

I digress from the original reason for this post.

After finally getting through, and being asked for my Name, Rank, and serial number. I was informed that I’d left the Practise in 2006.

Now no one had told me that.

On questioning this revelation I was then passed to the back office who confirmed the fact. Apparently I must have registered with another Practise who would have requested my Health Authority to send my notes on.

The young lady in the office couldn’t believe me when I stated that I’d done no such thing. She refused to believe me, when in no uncertain term I said it was an error in  the practise. In fact she became somewhat perturbed when I asked for full details of the transfer. (Partly because of my mutterings of breach of the data protection act, and maybe the ICO should be involved).

At least I have an appointment tomorrow. First with the doctor, and more interestingly, with the office.

An interesting fact came to light whilst talking to my son tonight. He left the practise in 2006, as he was at UNI.

Mmm. Could they have closed me out, mistaking my notes for his?

I’ll let you know tomorrow.

By the deathbed stands the heir apparent trying to retrieve the last secrets of the realm.

Well not really. It’s just that I bought a new computer to usurp the tasks of the wheezing gas bag that’s  on it’s last legs.

The part I hate about buying a new computer is trying to transfer as much as possible from the old one.

I’ve just spent all afternoon and still seem to be getting nowhere. It doesn’t help that the young pretender refuses to connect to my router. It knows it’s there but refuses to accept the Pin or password. I’ve had to resort to my PAYG dongle which is a tad slow, in order to connect to the web.

Thank god for a portable hard drive.

Well I’m going to put my nose to the grindstone and press on with the transfer.

Don’t talk behind my back.

99%. Nah

CSI: Legoland

Shamelessly nicked from Theo