Posted by sean on November 25, 2018 at 12:02 am in Television with No Comments


I’ve been enjoying this year’s edition of I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here! However, I am growing slightly annoyed by one camp mate. Anne Hegerty…

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not an Anne hater. She is my favourite ‘Chaser’ and I was excited when I read that she would be entering the jungle this year.

Anne has come across well on many occasions, since the new series started last Sunday. She is getting on with everyone and teaching both camp mates and viewers some fascinating (but useless) general knowledge – my favourite piece being that Birmingham City are the only football club not to have won a game, during the entire reign of a Pope. It was Pope John Paul I, if you’re interested. She also called Donald Trump a f**kwit, so quite frankly, deserves to win the show, on that alone.

Sadly, Anne won’t win the series. She might even be the first to get voted off, which would be a real shame.

The reason that I think The Governess’ days are numbered, is the same reason I am losing a bit of patience with her – she isn’t doing any of the Bushtucker Trials.

Anne probably has a jolly good reason for missing the scary challenges – she has a sick note – or, to be accurate, is ruled out on medical grounds.

I know that I am hardly athletic myself. The only thing I have in common with Mo Fahra, is that we both enjoy eating Quorn – and I bet he doesn’t eat the creamy Tikka Masala ready meal. However, unlike Miss Hegerty, I haven’t agreed to be paid tens, or even hundreds, of thousands of pounds to go on the show. Granted, the fact I am not even a z-list celebrity doesn’t help.

I kind of get the feeling the show’s producers have cleverly planned the trials around Anne – meaning, those trials which are very physical and clearly too much for the poor woman, are put out for the public vote. Those trials which you would feel Anne could do (eating bugs, for example), are only given to pre-chosen celebrities.

I really don’t wish to sound callous, as I like Anne and have physical issues myself; but I just wish we could see her squirm a bit with those spiders and snakes.

Posted by sean on November 22, 2018 at 4:55 pm in Life In Bath, Me Vs. The World with No Comments


The pavement was still unavailable this morning, as Virgin Media were continuing to dig up the street.

I therefore had to take another detour to work. My journey to the office was a tad less stressful than my ride home the night before. Firstly, it was daylight. I also knew the route to take, so didn’t find myself lost in the backstreets of Weston.

The diversion did, however, add time to my journey – approximately 10 minutes extra each way.

This may not seem a lot, but considering I can normally make the trip in just 8 minutes, that is a 125% increase!I therefore feel that Sir Richard Branson should have to pay me for my wasted time – a grand total of 20 minutes…

A quick search on Google revealed that Richard earns an annual salary of $6,450,000. This can be broken down to roughly $736.30 an hour. For 20 minutes, he will earn $245.43. I feel I am entitled to this.

At the current rate of exchange, I am set to receive £190.53 – although I’ll just settle for a Hive webcam. I’ll even use Virgin Money to change the dollars into pounds.

If you are concerned that Rich will suffer financially and be unable to feed his family, as a result of my pay-out, consider this – all I am asking for is 0.0038051162790697676% of his annual summary. Needless to say, he wouldn’t be forced into visiting a food bank.

Posted by sean on November 21, 2018 at 11:40 pm in Life In Bath, Me Vs. The World with No Comments


My journey home from work took a little longer than normal, this evening.

Part of the pavement on my route home had been destroyed and was impassable. “Who could have done this blatent act of destruction?”, I hear you ask. “Terrorists? Vandals?”. It was neither of those, although you would have a fair argument if you were to call what had taken place vandalism.

The pavements had been dug up, apparently, fully legally. The responsible party being none other than Richard Branson. Well, not him personally. He wasn’t on Penn Hill Road, bouncing on top of a pneumatic drill. His company, Virgin Media, were laying cables, so we could all enjoy the fantastic services on offer. Cough! It didn’t even appear to be Virgin employees carrying out the work – they had contracted maintenance workers to do their dirty deeds. I call them “workers”, I’ve seen fewer cowboys in Red Dead Redemption.

This blog isn’t one of my “Sean VS The World”, Victor Meldrew rants. As many of you know, I use a mobility scooter. I was unable to complete my regular route home.

Not being prepared to ride in the main road, I took my scooter down a poorly lit side street. While there, I spent considerable time, searching for a dropped kerb, as my scooter cannot simply mount any pavement. When you’re looking for a dropped kerb, it’s amazing how few of them there are! In the end, I located one, after riding up yet another side street, this time in almost total darkness.

I did make it home, safe and well, if not a little aggrieved and upset. I find the whole thing very selfish and inconsiderate by Virgin Media. They will argue that we were warned that highway maintenance was due to be carried out. In reality, a note was put through our letterbox this morning, after Billy the Kid had began removing slabs of concrete.

I am certainly not the only person who would have been affected by Virgin’s appallingly actions – other disabled people and parents with children from nearby schools would have also suffered.

I sent a very strongly worded email to Virgin Media. I fully expect to receive some standard, pre-written spiel back, as a reply. I therefore copied my MP and local councillors into the email. It’ll probably achieve nothing, but I would hope that Richard Branson’s Magnificent Seven are not allowed to continue working in the manner which they have been.

Posted by sean on November 20, 2018 at 11:18 pm in Rabbits, Roman with No Comments


If a rabbit could ever look guilty…

Would you care to take a guess as to why he looks so naughty? Take a look at the nibbled cushion. I’ll give you one guess who’s responsible…

Posted by sean on November 20, 2018 at 11:06 pm in Too Random To Categorise with No Comments


What do you see when you see this image?

 

 

 

 

 

According to psychologists, if you see a young woman looking behind her, you’re young yourself. If you see an elderly lady facing left, you’re old.

That’s wrong for starters.

I only saw the young woman, and had to read up on how to even spot the old lady’s face.

My wife, Claire, who is younger than me, instantly saw the older lady.

She put this down to the fact she works alongside the elderly in her job. I put it down to psychologists over-analysing things.

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