Category: Pointless Ramblings

…is the message displayed on all private hire cars these days (well in Brum anyway). So after a good night out I staggered to Digbeth (Institute) where the private hire cars normally pick people up. Not having any preferred taxi company to choose I decided to call the numbers on a car. 5 Star I believe they are called. 20 minutes they said, so after 30 minutes I called another company 20 minutes they said, so after 30 minutes I gave up. Normally when pissed off with private hire I’ll flag down a black cab. However with the memory of the £18 bumrape on my last black cab journey I decided that being a stubborn twat was in order and decided to continue to sit in the bus shelter.

After a while, and mainly because the Kerryman was at kicking out time (04:00) I decided that the private hire waiting seemingly for no-one might do the non booking dodgy deal. So I asked how much to Yardley, £10 was the reply, so I jumped in and went home.

He was breaking the law, however I was cold and wet and really needed to get home. It’s a bit shite that Travel West Midlands don’t appear to have a decent night bus service anymore (I’m sure they used to have one on the major routes until 2 or 3 in the morning).

So welcome to a night out in brum, don’t stay out too late as the buses don’t run and the taxis are fairly shite.

Apparently….

From The Sun

After meeting with the blogger and media group last week I discovered (and collected a few) Moo Cards.

Now as explained in a previous post, they’re just mini business cards. Well, today they arrived……

Quality is great, though when I get the next batch I’ll try some higher resolution images as the images I’ve zoomed in on lost a little bit of quality.  Still overall impressed.  I might get another batch that are more blogging related.  That said my BCG Media page may have a link to the blog – mind you with some of the language, maybe not.

Now that I have these cards I can announce officially they are the first set of business cards I’ve ever had that are exclusive to me (none of that blank with company name on shite).  Obviously the first set will be given to everyone I know, Mom and Dad have had the first 2!

Anyway thanks to Jo Geary, Bobbie Gardener and Dave Evans for the pointers to Moo.

Quite a busy week for me.  Done a couple of social things and was generally quite busy with work and stuff.

So things learnt.

• Moo Cards – small business cards which look smart (thanks Jo!)
• Canadian Lumber Standard (CLS) – wood, decent constructional timber (thanks Jewsons)

O.k I admit it’s not a huge list, but at least I learnt something.

Found that Moo cards can be bought for £9.99 (+£3.50 P&P) – So I bought them, with 11 of my images (was going to be 10, but for some reason upload too many).  Hopefully the all import text at the back works.  I’ve referenced my company – BCG Media Limited, rather than my photography site.  I suppose that’s probably the best thing to do.

You’d think timber is timber, well it is sort of.  It’s wood afterall, so where does CLS come in.  It’s construction grade timber, ie fairly straight.  I had a look at the rough cut wood and that curved more than a curvy thing  with weights at the end.

So there you have it, 2 things learnt.

A old school friend of my aunt (Margaret, deceased) called Steve passed away recently, Dad told me today.

Now I remember him, but my two brothers knew him better as he had an interest in war stuff and I believe he owned his own Jeep. Steve apparently died of a heart attack, I’m guessing he was probably around late fifties/early sixties.

Now although I don’t remember him much (I remember his ex-wife more and his son who had a page 3 collection from the sun – early pr0n?), one thing I do recall was on a day trip with my Aunt, Steve and my cousin Bryan.

We was somewhere near Evesham, at a pub next to a river. The river had a small boat (might have been a skip!) that was secured by a rope/cable to pull to get access to either side. Now me and Bryan decided to swim on the return leg, but the current took me away. As I was drifting off towards the sides Steve dived into save me. As fortune would have it I managed to get my foot on something as he just dived in. That said, he helped me up and out of the river.

I recalled the incident and thanked him a few years back when I last saw him (at Aunt Margarets funeral). Glad I got the chance to say thanks anyway.

So thanks again Steve. I don’t know if I would have survived anyway, but the good thing is you made sure I did.