Just been to church. I live opposite St. Andrews Church in Presteigne, one of 4 Church of England churches in Wales. (It’s a long story, with which I won’t bore those readers uninterested in church history).
I went because today is All Souls Day, a day of remembrance for those who have recently died. And I wanted to have one last cry for old Chas . . . → Read More: All Souls Day
Yesterday, Saturday 5th of September, we buried my dear old friend and partner in crime, Christopher Charles Ambler, known to the world as Chas. We buried him in a remarkable ceremony at a remarkable site up in the Tatham Fells above the vilage of Lowgill. It’s a place Chas knew and loved well, a place where a few other friends are buried. Chas’s body . . . → Read More: Old Chas Ambler
I’ve been trying to work out for myself when people in call centres started calling customers ‘yourself’ and referring to themselves as ‘ourselves’ and asking at the end of calls ‘Is there anything more that ourselves can do for yourself today?’
Yes there fucking well is. Stop calling me yourself. Presumably they’ve been told to do this by some twat who runs their training courses. . . . → Read More: Yourself