I am going to try and keep Ranty Friday quite “measured” this week. I don’t want it to come across as a full blown rant but it is something I feel I need to talk about this week as it has really made me quite, well sad and grumpy in equal measure. The first rule of blog club is that you don’t talk about blog club on your blog.
Well you didn’t think a Ranty Friday would go past without me mentioning Maria Miller did you? I have to say I have been appalled by the way she has behaved recently. I haven’t followed the entire saga and know all the ins and outs but what I do know about makes me properly rage.
This has been getting on my wick for months. And this week it made me actually rage out loud. Pause the TV and take a photograph. Two photos in fact. What in particular with regards to table manners am I talking about on Ranty Friday this week? Well that picture above, that’s what. Two different settings on Corrie this week, both those photos taken within five minutes of each other.
There is one particular part of flying that really gets on my wick. Don’t get me wrong, I love flying. I love almost every aspect of it. Delays don’t particularly annoy me. Having to sit around for two hours ahead of check in are fine. Queues are all part of the process and don’t upset me. But one thing really does. And it is a really really silly thing. I
Last week I had a meeting in a hotel (stop smirking at the back!) where we perched in Reception for a couple of hours to have an offline discussion and do a bit of recruiting. I don’t get to see my main client that often as both our jobs are fairly mobile, and she’s not my only client. Plus, well I often have important Tweets to send
Well clearly not birth itself. Obviously. But this week on Ranty Friday something has got right on my wick. We heard that Nick Knowles and his lovely wife were expecting their first child together in August. Excellent news you might think. But not if you have read about in the press or seen “debates” on Twitter. Mrs Knowles has decided that she does not want her husband in the delivery
Not people boasting about stuff, that one-up-manship that men do in the pub but on Ranty Friday this week I am talking about something I read a lot: Estate Agents’ details. You know the ones I am talking about, don’t you? You don’t? Let me give you some examples: “This property is in a residential location” — well no shit Sherlock. Where would it be? In the middle of an
Right before we go any further this rant is not about him, nor am I making any comment about him. So if you are thinking of suing me for libel you can forget it. What am I talking about is my understanding of events this week. A case of sexual harrassment against him is dismissed due to lack of evidence. Now. Another thing to get straight here. This does not
To date I have not had to blog about the same rant twice on Ranty Friday. I blog, I get it out of my system and I calm down again. Or whatever it was I was ranting about get resolved and that is the end of that. Not this week though The reason I spotted the gift cards in B&Q that made me rant last week was because we
Ranty Friday is back baby. Not with a bang but more with a grrrrrrr. It didn’t feel right that my first post of the year would be a Ranty Friday so I skipped last week. And to be honest I didn’t have anything in mind until we went to B&Q at the weekend.
I am sorry that there is another Ranty Friday about drivers but, well, there you go. There is because there is something that I am raging about on a near daily basis at the moment. I do a 60 mile a day school run. Yep, 15 miles each way and at the moment that route includes three, yes three, sets of road works
I can hear you now “what is she on about now? Ranty Friday and fake likes? What?” What even is a “fake like”? Well let me tell you because this week on Ranty Friday I am both mildly ranty but actually really sad that social media has come to this. Below is a copy of an email I received this recently: My name’s Ben and I design apps