Category - Funny

Woman In Russia Displays Her De-parking Skills

I found this video posted recently on YouTube. A young woman – who has already demonstrated how not to park by sitting diagonally in a parking bay – proceeds to demonstrate the corresponding opposite procedure of how not to de-park.

I should point out that all the action occurs in the first couple of minutes. Once she’s reversed into that other car nothing else happens. The footage is from a building CCTV system somewhere in Russia.

It’s clear that she hits the wrong pedal, then panics and doesn’t know what to do – making the situation worse. She manages to stop in time, but then panics further and hits the other parked car.

Student Nurse’s Jolly Jape Turns Into Driving Ban

You have to laugh. Anna Louise Smith, 21, is a student studying nursing in Swansea. As a prank, she decided to move a friend’s car to make it look like it had been stolen.

You need to be a student to appreciate how “funny” this sort of prank is. However, you don’t need to be a student to appreciate how funny it is if the police turn up in the middle of your jolly wheeze, decide that you’re acting suspiciously, and subsequently discover that you’re also twice the legal limit as a result of having been to the annual Summer Ball. If you’re a student – and especially if you’re the student – this, of course, suddenly makes the whole affair distinctly unfunny,

Smith’s defence lawyer reckoned that she’d only moved the car around the corner, and that a ban would be particularly hard on his client. The magistrates ignored that crap and banned Smith from driving for 12 months and fined her over £200.

It’s worth bearing in mind that, at 21, she must only have passed within the last couple of years. I’m assuming that she’ll have to do it all again – with the associated expense.

The Learner And The Lost Rabbit

When news is slow you have to start scraping the barrel a bit. This seems to be what happened in Scotland with this report.

Jerry - Lost RabbitIt came in on the newsfeed because it contains the terms “pupil” and “driving instructor”, and so would have been sent to recipients worldwide. This hot-off-the-press story reveals how a driving instructor and her pupil rescued a rabbit (or “bunny wabbit”, as I suspect it may have been translated at the time) that was apparently wandering towards a road. The Scottish  SPCA is looking for the owner.

And that’s the complete story. The rabbit wasn’t suspected of money-laundering or crowd violence at football matches or anything. He wasn’t on the police most-wanted list. There is nothing else. But it seems to have been justification for sending a paparazzi round to the lock-up he was being held at.

Mind you, the photo cracked me up for some reason. I think it was a combination of his floppy ears, his expression – and the fact that they actually sent someone to get his picture (even if he IS cute). His name is Jerry, if you’re interested.

That Chelsea Ball Boy Furore

I had to laugh when I saw this picture.

Eden Hazard of Chelsea FC - Spot The Ballboy

As for the ball boy. He wasn’t hurt – although he’d put many a Premiership footballer to shame the way he pretended he was. He was interfering with play, when he shouldn’t have been. Hazard didn’t actually try to kick him – he tried to kick the ball. And I wonder if Swansea’s magnanimity in drawing a line under the affair would have been as great if they’d have lost?

As I say, Hazard went for the ball, frustrated by the fact that a grotty little hoodie with a Saturday job was holding on to it in an attempt to influence the outcome of the game. And if Swansea support the ball boy then they are a part of this attempt at cheating.

I love how the papers skirt round the issue of “time-wasting”. Time wasting is something players do. Snotty little nonentities like Charlie Morgan “interfere with play” – just as someone who runs on to the pitch would do.

Swansea should sack the ball boy and not allow him into the ground again. But they won’t (particularly seeing as he’s the son of.a club director).

Morgan is enjoying the attention he’s getting out of the affair.

The Kiwis Have Lost It, Big Time!

This came through on the newsfeeds. Apparently, the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (SPCA) in New Zealand has – for some unfathomable reason – decided to teach dogs how to drive a vehicle. I won’t call it a “car”, because it isn’t.

Apparently, it’s a publicity stunt aimed at showing dog owners thinking of abandoning their pets how intelligent they are. This doesn’t even go half way to explaining why it is therefore necessary to teach them to drive.

To the lesser mind, the suggestion that dogs are “intelligent” enough to drive naturally implies that they could also compete with humans on the professional sports front, become airline pilots, and become eligible to vote. Perhaps in New Zealand, but anywhere else…?

It’s a monumental waste of (New Zealand) money.

The Old Ones Are The Best!

I just saw someone trot out the old “earn 30k” accusation against RED driving school.

RED hasn’t advertised using that strapline since it went bust and was taken over several years ago. It’s website clearly says “earn up to £500 a week” – which would equate to a maximum of £26,000 even if you ignored the “up to” part.

Driving instructors really should stay away from stand up comedy. They simply aren’t very good at it, especially when too much bile gets in the way!

Footnote: It seems that facts don’t get in the way of the bile, either! As I say, RED hasn’t advertised like that for years. It is now a totally separate company to the one that used to do the “30k” ads, with only the name having been preserved.

Minimum IQ Required For Self-Checkout?

Normally, I avoid shopping in places like Morrisons and Asda during the day because of the queues. A drawback to this is the stock on the shelves – it’s common to find fresh stuff and bread sold out in Morrisons and even in Asda (which claims to be open 24 hours). By 9pm there will be plenty of empty shelves.

Unfortunately, both stores gradually close down their checkouts as the day progresses, so there are still queues to contend with, and when you’ve got a loaf of bread and a handful of other items it’s no fun being behind even one person with a full trolley (or items of clothing), let alone two or three of them at the only operating checkout.

The self-checkout is a relatively new feature of many large stores, and I try to use those whenever I can. But like most things in life, other people ruin the fun of them. I think I’m going to start a campaign for there to be a minimum IQ and minimum/maximum age range for those using them.

I was in Morrisons this afternoon. There were huge queues at all of the main checkouts, and seven people at the two self-checkouts (only one of which was in operation). I stood in the self-checkout queue and quickly realised nothing was happening. This is because Morrisons in Clifton has a special procedure for the self-checkouts, and a very special class of customer (most only have one helix in their DNA) using them. It works like this.

There is a member of staff whose duty it is to stand by the checkouts, because it is rare for any customer to be able to process their entire basket without setting off the amber or red warning light at least once. Therefore, the member of staff will be nowhere to be seen when there is a queue of people waiting, and will be doing something in those mysterious wooden drawers where the expensive stuff (and computer games) are locked up to prevent theft.

Certainly in Clifton, the average user of the self-checkout will have one or more bottles of spirits, and since these items are both security tagged and require authorisation the presence of the staff member is essential. Even though the member of staff can see clearly that every customer in the queue has spirits in their hands, this will not stop them from sauntering away and ignoring the immediate red light for several minutes. And they won’t – under any circumstances – hurry, or use commonsense in anticipating the red light being triggered. Furthermore, only the member of staff who is assigned to the machine can deal with any problems (as I discovered a few weeks ago). Oh, and another feature of the self-checkout is that anyone under the age of 30 waiting in line will continue to do their shopping while standing there – it’s funny how there is always something they desperately need within a 5 metre radius.

Morrisons’ self-checkout hardware and software appear to be early beta. The machines spend more time crashed than up and running. On top of that, about 20% of all stock requires authorisation. Having used Asda’s and Tesco’s machines I’m fully aware of the huge differences in reliability. For a start off, if you move your bag or any of the items in it (and the Morrisons machines have stupidly uneven collection areas), the equipment triggers an amber or red light which cannot be cleared except by a member of staff. Asda and Tesco machines are able to reset themselves (or let you continue scanning) as long as the item isn’t actually removed. Asda and Tesco also have a much stricter policy regarding staff attendance.

Back to my experience this afternoon. The female customer at the only working machine had obviously done something to it. There was no member of staff to be seen for at least two minutes, and when she finally arrived she had to attend to this customer for a further minute or so. After farting about for several more minutes, paying by credit card (of course) and farting about some more, this idiot customer left and was followed by two neanderthals. They triggered the red light immediately (or it came on in protest at who was in front of it, I don’t know for sure) and stood looking with open mouths across the hall for the idiot who should have been in attendance already. She arrived after a couple of minutes, sorted the problem, and the two neanderthals proceeded to pay (by credit card). They were followed by an old couple. By now, the red light and alarm bells in my head were going off, because there was no way in hell these two were going to be able to manage unaided, and I noticed they had unbagged fruit and veg in their basket, which would mean interacting with several screens on the machine, and we all know that old people and computers don’t mix. So I switched to a normal checkout.

I must stress again that this is Clifton. So once the woman with the enormous trolley’s stuff had been scanned by the checkout girl, and after the customer had packed all her carrier bags, only then did she fumble for her purse in order to pay… you guessed it: by credit card. Oh, and she also wanted cashback (another thing that should be banned – use the bloody ATM outside if you want money).

All this while I was watching the old couple. They didn’t manage to scan/weigh a single item as it was obvious they hadn’t got a clue how to use the machine. They had to wait for the idiot member of staff to come back yet again – and by the time I walked out the staff member was actually scanning items for them.

And they call it the “express checkout”.

Child Served Whisky – How To Go Into Maximum Overkill Mode Over Nothing

WhiskyThis story has been doing the rounds today. It tells how a child, aged 2, was accidentally served with whisky instead of fruit juice in a restaurant.

If you read the story, you are forced to conclude that his mother was in “a panic and rage”, was “crying”, and the toddler was in an alcohol-induced coma and had to be rushed to hospital because his life was at risk, and is apparently now “recovering at home”. You are left with the impression that he’d been served neat whisky in a shot glass, and that the restaurant staff couldn’t care less!

It’s now important to read between the lines, referring to the photo of him drinking the whisky.

The drink is in a tumbler, filled to the brim. Even if it was a double – as his mother claimed, without proof – it was watered down to about the same volume as a can of drink (say, around 330ml). He had apparently taken “ten sips” of this diluted mix, which couldn’t have amounted to more than a quarter of the whole drink – probably much less. He’d get a bigger hit from a dose of Calpol!

I’m sorry, but the one thing that this story proves is that children shouldn’t be allowed in bloody restaurants in the first place. Then innocent mistakes a like this wouldn’t have to be turned into dramas by attention-seeking parents.

It reminds me of an incident when I was at school. The lab technician – who, looking back, must have been 17 or thereabouts – was boasting to my biology class how he’d made a teacher drunk by dropping a thimbleful of pure ethanol into her coffee. He was under the mistaken impression that pure alcohol is orders of magnitude more concentrated than when it is in, say, a pint of beer.

In actual fact, a pint of typical-strength beer contains around 20ml of alcohol – probably at least FOUR thimblefuls. So the juvenile lab technician was talking crap.

I would doubt that an infant taking a few sips of an alcoholic drink would be intoxicated to the degree that is suggested in the various versions of the story.

(Another reason I know this is that when I was four, I got drunk after stealing four bottles of milk stout from my grandma. I got what I later – many years later – discovered to be “a hangover”. From the age of four up until I was 17 I didn’t touch a single drop of alcohol as a direct result of this, and even when I started I had to force myself because I didn’t like it! It took about six years before I could drink neat beer instead of shandy or a lager-top, and I still detest spirits in all forms).