My crappy weekend. Time for a moan :cry:
18-03-2007, 04:08 PM
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My crappy weekend. Time for a moan :cry:
Right. I've had a crap weekend, so I'm going to tell everyone about it. 
All started on Friday morning. I'm doing a major re-fit of my ship, the RFA Diligence in Birkenhead in Merseyside. I live in a wee flat in Heswall. Every 2nd weekend I get to go home on friday lunchtime, and come back sunday afternoon. So, friday comes, and on my way into the yard I notice my re-fit shitter (525iX) is getting a bit warm.... Infact the needle is going hell for leather for the red. So, after screwing about for a minute I go up the motor factors and buy a new viscous coupling for my fan. Fit that (what a ballache though) and run her up. She's getting hotter and hotter and hotter and now the heaters don't work.... So, to cut a long story short, the coolant is going into the engine, but not coming out
I decide I hate this car on the spot. But I want my weekend off, so, I decide to get the train home. I leave the yard at 10.30 in the morning (a bit early so, shhhhhh) and go to the local train station. After 3 changes and a load of screwsing about, I get to Warrington at 12.20. Theres a Glasgow train at half past. No bother, I thought. Home for 4pm.
Ten to 2, my train finally rolls into the station. Great, that makes it almost half 5 before I'm home. I'm now wishing I'd just driven the fucked BMW up the road, I'd have killed the engine, but I'd be home by now
Anyways, get on the train, it's PACKED solid. So, wedge myself in a crappy wee seat and relax. About an hour and a half later, the train stops in the middle of nowhere. After about 30 minutes the 'train manager' tells us they have a problem so we're going to continue at reduced speed to Penrith where they'll fix it. I'm now in a mood.
After almost an hour sat in Penrith, they tell us it's fubarred, and we have to get off. So, I go with about a million other people to wait for the next glasgow train. 40 minutes later we get one, also packed. So the Virgin staff very kindly push us all in together and chuck the bags on. Off we go. Finally get home, 7.30. In a shocker of a mood, and really sore due to being stood up for 3 hours.
Saturday, relaxing at home. I'll check the train time for sunday afternoon I thought. So, go online and had a look. Weird, there's no trains from Glasgow. I look into it further and the track is undergoing maintainance every sunday until May.... Great. So, I have to get the virgin trains bus to Carlisle. I'm now in more of a mood because I'm losing sunday at home too... Normally I'd drive down at about 8pm. Be back in Heswall for 20 past 11. I have to get the last bus at 14.05... So, today, got the wife to drive me to Glasgow, waiting 40 minutes for this bus. Get to the bus and the Virgin bloke says, 'May I see your seat reservation?' so I said... 'Oh for fuck sake...' Turns out, unless you've booked a seat, no bus... 
So, I'm back home now. And have to leave at 5am tomorrow and even though, I'm gonna be late.
But the funniest thing about all of it is, the government want us to give up our cars for public transport.....
Tony, Gordon, Mr Darling, all of the government people... FUCK RIGHT OFF
All started on Friday morning. I'm doing a major re-fit of my ship, the RFA Diligence in Birkenhead in Merseyside. I live in a wee flat in Heswall. Every 2nd weekend I get to go home on friday lunchtime, and come back sunday afternoon. So, friday comes, and on my way into the yard I notice my re-fit shitter (525iX) is getting a bit warm.... Infact the needle is going hell for leather for the red. So, after screwing about for a minute I go up the motor factors and buy a new viscous coupling for my fan. Fit that (what a ballache though) and run her up. She's getting hotter and hotter and hotter and now the heaters don't work.... So, to cut a long story short, the coolant is going into the engine, but not coming out
I decide I hate this car on the spot. But I want my weekend off, so, I decide to get the train home. I leave the yard at 10.30 in the morning (a bit early so, shhhhhh) and go to the local train station. After 3 changes and a load of screwsing about, I get to Warrington at 12.20. Theres a Glasgow train at half past. No bother, I thought. Home for 4pm.
Ten to 2, my train finally rolls into the station. Great, that makes it almost half 5 before I'm home. I'm now wishing I'd just driven the fucked BMW up the road, I'd have killed the engine, but I'd be home by now
Anyways, get on the train, it's PACKED solid. So, wedge myself in a crappy wee seat and relax. About an hour and a half later, the train stops in the middle of nowhere. After about 30 minutes the 'train manager' tells us they have a problem so we're going to continue at reduced speed to Penrith where they'll fix it. I'm now in a mood.
After almost an hour sat in Penrith, they tell us it's fubarred, and we have to get off. So, I go with about a million other people to wait for the next glasgow train. 40 minutes later we get one, also packed. So the Virgin staff very kindly push us all in together and chuck the bags on. Off we go. Finally get home, 7.30. In a shocker of a mood, and really sore due to being stood up for 3 hours.
Saturday, relaxing at home. I'll check the train time for sunday afternoon I thought. So, go online and had a look. Weird, there's no trains from Glasgow. I look into it further and the track is undergoing maintainance every sunday until May.... Great. So, I have to get the virgin trains bus to Carlisle. I'm now in more of a mood because I'm losing sunday at home too... Normally I'd drive down at about 8pm. Be back in Heswall for 20 past 11. I have to get the last bus at 14.05... So, today, got the wife to drive me to Glasgow, waiting 40 minutes for this bus. Get to the bus and the Virgin bloke says, 'May I see your seat reservation?' so I said... 'Oh for fuck sake...'
Turns out, unless you've booked a seat, no bus... So, I'm back home now. And have to leave at 5am tomorrow and even though, I'm gonna be late.
But the funniest thing about all of it is, the government want us to give up our cars for public transport.....
Tony, Gordon, Mr Darling, all of the government people... FUCK RIGHT OFF
18-03-2007, 05:16 PM
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Originally Posted by vroooom ptssssh
Jeezo, does your luck ever...ever change Rab?
It's always the same, whenever you want to do something....theirs always something to fuck it up
It's always the same, whenever you want to do something....theirs always something to fuck it up
This is why my mother calls me 'lucky white heather'.... Because I'm uber unlucky
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18-03-2007, 05:23 PM
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18-03-2007, 05:26 PM
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