well, here we are again. not all that much of excessive importance or interest, look you see, just rather a few things that have struck me. irked me, perhaps. certainly there is a lack of anything here which is quite so exciting as the last post what i did, that one on the buzz and entertainment of ripping up car parks.
certain items have arrived for me of late. they have, to be sure, been of both a solicited and unsolicited nature. which isn't quite so nasty as that sounds. far from it. it's simply that whilst some of the stuff what came was arranged by moi some was also of a happy surprise nature.
and then there is the return of texts and phone calls intended for someone else not me, but we will get there. well i suppose we will if you keep reading, but for now, this.
this, i appreciate, is nowhere near as exciting as the present so-called Catalan question troubling certain corners of Europe. it is, however, a matter of interest for me. as you can more or less, indeed pretty much, see, that's a classical courier item what came for me. yes, with a DVD on the top of it, but that is there purely for scale.
whilst that there above was expected but came late, these two items - for i can assure you that there are two - were decidedly unexpected. one of them was, apparently, problematic.
how kind of Royal Mail, or whichever privatised subsidiary is responsible for such these days, to bandage up an item meant for me and say that it was "like that when we got it". honest. one would really like nothing more than to believe and accept at face value such statements from them, but alas those days are gone now.
three, at least, separate entities now appear to exist where there was just one before. on top of Royal Mail we now have Parcel Force and the Post Office. so far as i can work out the reason these three things exists as their own thing is to allow one of them to blame another, then the other, for anything which may go wrong. for tax efficiency and profit reasons they are "the same thing", of course, but for customer service and taking responsibility less so.
and, sigh. here we go again. this is a most unwelcome return, for me, of text messages and phone calls from debt management companies looking for someone called Stephen Carr. i had a couple of years of this, as highlighted here and indeed here. for just over a year this nonsense had stopped, but now it has started again.
presumably, then - and this is not far off the "Royal Mail" model above - some other debt collection agency had blindly bought a whole load of bad debts from another one. despite the existence of several laws which are supposed to prevent as much, no, alas, i am getting contacted about something which has nothing to do with me.
one can only assume that this Stephen Carr fellow had my telephone number at some point, but abandoned it and it ended up recycled in my hands. either that, or they just had the wrong number from the start. anyway, here's hoping that Stephen Carr does the decent thing and pays his debts, or more likely whatever he owes just gets written off. either, i don't care, just stop bothering me with stuff that has nothing to do with me.
so, then, the courier parcel. there it is with a DVD for scale. yes, that's the occasionally celebrated Parallel DVD ff of R.E.M., as it happens. recently, with me older rather than getting any younger, i have developed an appreciation for this band that i would not have thought that i would have ever had at the time they were about. who knows, perhaps i had to reach a certain age, or experience certain things, before what it was they had to say said anything to me.
if we leave the DVD, as splendid as it is, aside, what is in this parcel off of a courier, then? a parcel that, as i shall get to later, got delivered to me eventually? as it happens, another parcel.
yes. within that brown packaging, which was roughly LP or 10" EP single size, was a padded envelope. one of those padded envelope which is just about the size of a standard CD, thank you for asking.
perhaps the most interesting thing about this courier item was that it was, theoretically, due to be delivered to me on a Friday. alas, no. i tracked the item on the web, as the company what was delivering it allows clients to do. not that i listed UPS but anyway. it seemed to be on the way all fine, then all of a sudden there was a message on the tracking saying "problem with address".
i phoned them, which is UPS, then. when i asked about the nature of the problem they said that the address was incorrect. i gave them my correct address. oh, they said, that is indeed the address on the item. not to worry, then, they further said, they were sure that it would be OK for them to deliver it on Monday. oh, i see. it was not really much of a problem, just their driver having a case of "Fridayitis". quite a miserable curse, this condition is, and one which seems to affect many delivery people.
that, for those interested, is the postcard what arrive. quite a pleasant street or cafe or if you like street cafe scene depicted. presented in black and white, or if you like monochrome, of course, because to do anything in such a way immediately makes it "arty".
many of you may well have suspected as much, but for the sake of clarification yes indeed, my good chum Sprios did indeed send the above postcard to me. he collected it on one of his jolly adventures around the world and elected to send it on to me. which was most kind and thoughtful.
above, then, is what was in the white padded envelope which was inside the classical style brown courier type of packaging. yes, a replacement micro sd card off of SanDisk who were, as pretty much said, replacing a defective / not working one what i had.
it's interesting that the replacement card was sent from a place called the Czech Republic. that is where, at their expense, i sent the defective one. as far as i can work out their "head office" is, as point of fact, in the Republic of Ireland. same building as them what are upsetting airline passengers, Ryanair or something. perhaps having an office somewhere but actually working in another place is all like that Royal Mail "tax efficiency" as mentioned above. anyway, happy to get a replacement sd card for the one that never worked. eventually.
that there is the message what Spiros wrote to me on the back of the postcard. as opposed to on the front, over the image. my knowledge of Eastern European languages is not all that it could be, alas. i am, however, led to believe that it is not really of a "wish you were here" nature. more, as point of fact, closely related to the passion Sprios has for forming short term, mutually beneficial friendships with men in public restroom facilities.
so yes, i believe there's not much else i can add here. except, perhaps, the usual wish that somehow and for some reason any or all of this has been of interest to someone somewhere.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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