So I haven't really been that good at blogging lately have I?
I'm not ashamed to say that my writing history is somewhat like a middle aged woman: changing in looks only for the worse and havings bits removed from the middle when something starts to grumble, and then denying why and what has been done to anyone who asks - only to mumble "I had some threats" under my breath when I'm pushed.
So let's be clear about what's going to happen, instead of faffing around for a few weeks pretending I'm still here while feeding you all a few tiny little bits of some uninteresting life, I'm going to take a proper, official holiday from not blogging - a period of time where I won't blog. Somewhat like when pensioners go on holiday 'to get away from it all' I'm going to carry on doing what I've been doing before but without...well, without actually doing anything.
This holiday shall last until the 9th August 2010. On the 9th, there'll be a spanking new post here for you - and then on the 10th there'll be another. Another on the 11th, and - well - you get the theme. Until the next time I say something offensive and get asked to remove it, have a strop and delete the lot. So there.
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A proper official holiday
Site News | Tuesday, 20 July | Respond
My car's got a habbit
Music and YouTube | Friday, 09 July | Respond
Six months ago, my little FIAT Punto was heading down a road near Birmingham Airport when it suddenly lost all of its umph and had to be recovered back to the house on the back of a truck.
Little did it know, I love it quite a bit and I'd call on help from an Uncle and a head gasket set to restore its ability to function just like all of its mates do.
Now, though, having sat around for six months eating cake and biscuits and thinking it had been abandoned. It's developed a nasty habit, and for those of you asking - it's probably because the battery went flat, and the car needs to do around 200 miles before the ECU will have re learnt how to mix fuel and air correctly. Being a FIAT of course, this isn't much of a shock.
This, I'm afraid, is the result when you leave a car's electrics and computing design to the local nursery and spend all of your time wandering around a mood room designing the car to look like a fat woman bending over in a skirt.
Worrying part is, it's got an MOT to pass on Monday. I'm not looking forward to the emissions test.
Little did it know, I love it quite a bit and I'd call on help from an Uncle and a head gasket set to restore its ability to function just like all of its mates do.
Now, though, having sat around for six months eating cake and biscuits and thinking it had been abandoned. It's developed a nasty habit, and for those of you asking - it's probably because the battery went flat, and the car needs to do around 200 miles before the ECU will have re learnt how to mix fuel and air correctly. Being a FIAT of course, this isn't much of a shock.
This, I'm afraid, is the result when you leave a car's electrics and computing design to the local nursery and spend all of your time wandering around a mood room designing the car to look like a fat woman bending over in a skirt.
Worrying part is, it's got an MOT to pass on Monday. I'm not looking forward to the emissions test.
