Saturday, 4 February 2012

Wonders and Weirdness of Aberystwyth


Top FIVE weird things seen in Aberystwyth

Aberystwyth, known for its inviting Royal Pier, cultured buildings, overwhelming student population and lack of parking attendants. The town and tourists descend, whether to sit upon the pier admiring the white horses of the sea crashing into the beach that fittingly gives Aberystwyth’s name as ‘Mouth of the River Ystwyth’, or watching the starlings who reside amongst the pier each evening dancing to the backdrop of the setting sun.


Whilst the town does have its heartwarming characteristics, it also has its moments of weird and wackiness.  Not a day has been spent up in the north where I haven’t at least once taken a second glance to confirm what my eyes would not initially believe.  So I have compiled a quick shortlist of the 5 strangest things Ive seen in Aberystwyth…

  1. Man Shaving in Public Toilets

Whilst I venture each day to the public convenience on numerous occasions, I do happen to come across things slightly out of the ordinary.  Whether it be an elderly man sitting upon the toilet… with the door wide open or a 14 year girl standing in the doorway waiting for, well, I'm not really sure… None though will compare to seeing a man having a full shave complete with shaving foam, face brush and a flannel…

  1. Ancient Barbarian Walking By

Sat amongst my desk watching the cars go by when across the road emerges an ancient Barbarian, wielding his sword with one hand and grasping his shield in the other.  A quick stroll down the pier was needed just make sure that the Vikings had not landed…
 (Representation of what I saw... sort of)
3. Nobody Crossing at the Crossing

The hoard of students, tourists and residents that descend upon the town centre brings a London-esque feel to it, more so when you are using the main pedestrian crossing and you find yourself battling shoulder to shoulder whilst dodging the oncoming traffic people.  
It was one afternoon that I joined the group of eagerly swaying heads, waiting for the lights to turn and the green man to confirm ‘It is safe, death will not be if you come now’… as I waited and waited, then the thought runs through your mind while you are amassed by 20 other people ‘Has anyone actually pressed the button?’ People are still joining, but no one is pressing the button, nobody wants to look a fool and question the first arrivals if they had pressed the button.  Having been stood there for a good five minutes before someone broke from the pack and headed for the button, gasps went up as she fought her way through the crowd and pressed her wrinkly old hag finger upon button.  Less than a minute later the green man burst into action summoning us across and the little old lady disappeared into the crowd never to be seen again...

2.  Giant Hoover gets Run Over

The internal roads of Aberystwyth seem to have more accidents than anywhere else and get closed down more often than the local whore house.  So its no surprise to see police and ambulances on occasions blocking up the roads attending to pedestrians and drivers... It is a surprise however to see a giant hoover as the centre of attention...
 A local road had been closed and emergency services attended, The ambulance parked up on the pavement, police cars were used to close the road and the officers surrounding the giant bagless victim in the middle of the road... The question is was mouth to mouth given or the suck and blow switches alternated....

1.  Sheep Goes to Dentists

 Yes... A SHEEP taken to THE DENTISTS.
There's not really much else to write about this as the title tells the whole story.  A farmer pulled up outside the dentist, unloaded a sheep from his trailer and walked it into the Dentists... the sheep came out an hour later... smiling...

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Lets Roll...

Sat in the car I begin 2 hour trip to Bristol alone.  I feel any car games I wish to play are going to be slightly one sided, either way I choose red and I'm off to a whopping start, until I see a bus and debate with myself as to whether that counts.


  The journeys off to a good start, I fly through a mobile speed camera doing around 80 in the outside lane, I tried to convince myself I slowed down in time but its unlikely. The remaining 1 hour and 50 minutes of the journey goes without any trouble though, I only pass three crashes, hit one tailback and get undertaken by three BMW'S two motorbikes and a Nissan Micra.  I even manage to park just round the corner from the Heart building too, although I feel the £5 parking fee for a limit of 4 hours is a bit expensive... lets hope there aren't any long waits.



 Arriving at the  reception there's just one person queueing at the desk, awesome.  My turn comes along and I hand over my appointment card to the receptionist.  I turn around and herd of people have joined behind me, damn sneaky grave dodgers! One guy is clutching his chest, yes pal, well done, we know why your here. Having sat down a mere 5 minutes has passed and I'm already bored, Lorraine is on the TV but its just not my thing.  I pick up a leaflet to read... 'Heart Transplant' great!  Its filled with information I hope I'll never need to know.
 
 A nurse calls me in to take my ops.  While one trainee nurse takes my SATS (yes that's, right, in year 9 I had a nurse take all my exams for me...) anyway, another older, qualified nurse who obviously hasn't shifted out of her chair all day gets my weight and height, she gets this by using a very technologically advanced and superior sophisticated method... she asks me.  What a pro! 
 
Nurse:  'How tall are you?'
Me:  '5ft 3'
Nurse:  'Woo, your small then' (well done, did you not notice that as I walked through the door?)
Me:  ...

Nurse:   'Weight?'
Me:   'I'm not sure'
Nurse:  'About...?'

Me:  'How much I weigh'
Nurse  'No, about how much do you weigh?'
Me:  'Yes, I'm not sure'
Nurse:  Long piercing stare whilst reaching for a very large needle...
Me:  'Between 7st 10 and 8st'
Nurse:  'Let's just say 7st 11' 
 
 Yes, let's.  When the Doctor wishes to inject me with something, medicine, anaesthetic... let's just say about 5 mls shall we?
I could have stayed at home guessed my height, weight and that I'd live another year...
 
 Back to sitting down I go.  The place is empty and there are about 15 chairs to choose from so I sit in the corner out of the way, to get some peace.  A minute later some old guy sits right next to me! THERE ARE 14 SPARE CHAIRS SCATTERED ACROSS THE GOD DAMN ROOM! He turns to me and smiles. 



 Suddenly my palpitation's start, I feel myself short of breath, I fall to the floor wheezing and gasping on my hands and knees, the old man quickly gets up, bending over to see if I'm alright and I hit him with a monster uppercut... the force lifts him 3 foot off the floor... everything is now in slow motion as he glides slowly backwards through the air, my fist still clinched from the follow through, blood fountaining up from his broken face.... and he falls back into his chair.




Maybe sometimes I zone out little, fall into a daydream....




....and maybe not.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

More Fun With The Little Men... EP: II


Episode 2: No Hope



'Hey, I see you got a new helmet'




'Yep, the Empire are going for a more Conservative style'




'Nice'




'Who the hell is that?'




...



'I don't know. Hey new guy, what's your name buddy?'




'Roger Roger'



'What the? Two first names...'

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Merry Christmas... Everyone



                                                    #Christmas time, Mistletoe and wine
                                         Children running wild, wife is drunk the whole time

                                                We have no log fire and the cats in the tree
                                                      Blah blah blah, I'm all good you see#


Yes its that time again, the day that rolls round just once every year... Appointments with your Bank Manager to discuss why all the credit cards are maxed out and you've gone over your overdraft.

Oh the joys, lets be merry, spend a few bob, eat some food, spend a few bob more, get absolutely drunk and ask Bob if you can borrow a tenner.

But the truth is the older you get the less christmassy it seems to feel. Even when a 45 year old Elf that just walked past in his ill fitting costume may bring a slight smile to the face. Santa swiftly follows....   Santa, who since last year has hit the weights drastically, dropped 15 stone and taken up fags... will bring that smile to a chuckle, but still, does it feel like Christmas?


Perhaps its the transition from child to adult to husband and to father that changes the perspective, that Christmas is now all about giving rather than receiving now comes across in a different light.  Maybe in 5 years time it will feel like Christmas, but then in 20 years when the kids have left home I'll be contemplating 'Does it feels Christmassy?'
 
But for now, Eat, Drink and be Merry. 

God bless us.... Everyone...

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Do you have ID?... Because you look about 12

  Now, I'm not usually one to moan about being asked for ID, in fact I carry my drivers licence everywhere so I never have to risk it.  But that is for alcohol, where it is now widely followed that if you look under 25 you'll be requested to produce a form of respectful identification.
 
 However, I have never, I don't think EVER! been asked for ID for...... wait for it........ Lottery!
 
 So the story goes...
 
  It was a warm afternoon, as all the CHILDREN were in school, the sun was high in the sky letting off an unusual heat for an Octobers afternoon.  A slight breeze brushed past my face as I exited my vehicle, which you have to be at least 17 to drive....  


  I made my way through the foyer of the supermarket, giving the security guard a generous smile, I approached the lottery stand and filled in the forms for the evenings draw allowing myself to pass a thought on what I would spend my winnings on, perhaps an 25-30's cruise holiday?  Sniggering to myself thinking my wife would go nuts if I decided to pack my bags and head for the sea.
    Making my way over to the counter which was manned by a lady, a rather old lady, sorry, very old lady.  She had a warming a smile, a smile I would soon wish to slap off her wrinkly old face. To feel her coarse, harshly rough skin against the softness on the back of my young delicate hand.

'Hi' she said, barely breaking her coat hanger smile as I went to hand her the tickets. 


She followed with 'Do you have any ID?'


 I was immediately taken aback, overwhelmed with confusion and agreed with myself that due to my partial deafness I MUST have misheard

'Sorry?
' I said

'Do you have any ID' She replied, her jaw and lips still glued in position, her false teeth sparkling under the brightness of the counter lights.


My smile turned to anguish, what is happening? I thought to myself, confused of the event that was beginning to unfold.  I am 27 years old... am I not? Now starting to question my age, my life flashed through my mind... 



My 18th birthday party, dancing, laughter, I broke my mothers leg...

My friends 21st birthday, drink, drink, stomach pumped...

My son being born March 22nd 2005, cradling him in my arms, tears of joy...

My wedding earlier this year, our first dance, eating chicken and cake in the room....




I managed to catch a glance in a mirror, yes I was still 27, my rugged good looks and defining facial features still held strong.
Fear gripped me, my eyes danced around to see if anyone had witnessed this horror.  No, thankfully.


 I held back temptation to question why I would be holding a set of car keys in my hand and that if she felt I was a mere 15 years old then her witnessing me driving off  it would be her duty to alert the police of Grand Theft Auto, then the police could arrest and caution her for wasting police time and I could laugh at her stupidness.
  My ID was 60 miles in another county, I had nothing to back up claim.  'Never mind' my voice stuttered before I turned and fled.  


 Sitting in the car I was overcome by mixed emotions, gripped with rage yet filled with despair.  I gathered my thoughts trying to put the event behind me and I hit the road, I didn't know where I was going or how long it would take me to get there, but one thing I did know...


I would not let some old, power mad woman destroy my life and deny me my ticket. 

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Diary of a Dextrocardia(n): Diary of a Dextrocardia(n)

Diary of a Dextrocardia(n): Diary of a Dextrocardia(n): As my blog is titled Diary of a Dextrocardia(n) it might be a good idea for me to include some actual stories lifted right out of my journal...