The good samaritan

or overcoming my personal demons, part 1.

Tis 11pm, and I went to the shopping hell that is tesco. Technically it's less hellish at that time because there's hardly anyone shopping, but they compensate by having an army replenishing the shelves, and if you're paranoid like me they're all a) watching you, and b) trying to block you into a maze with trolleys so you remain trapped.

So I came out, walked to my car and there's a man (just about) pushing a bright red BMW about. I looked at him, and a couple of alternate thoughts went thru my head. A) Is he trying to steal it? or B) is it broken and he needs help?

So I looked at him, and he looked at me. Nobody said anything. So I got in my car and drove away, watching him in my rear view mirror. To see that he's trying to bump start the thing, which is not going to work as the car park undulates so nowhere is downhill.

My demons are telling me, drive away, it's nothing to do with you. I slowed to a stop. Bugger the demons. Drove back and said "you need a hand mate?"

Indeed he does... Apparently his bmw refuses to start when the engine is hot, but will go if you push it, and can I help him push it?

This is where my relief he's not an axe murderer overcomes my common sense... sure mate.... So we push this rather heavy bmw around the car park for 3 goes at starting it, and nothing happens as we can't get enough speed, other than I'm dying like a 40 a day smoker. (Er I'm not).

The brain then kicks in... I have my discovery. My discovery has a tow rope. Heavy bmw's are not actually that heavy when you pull them about with a big 4x4.

Success! His car is started, and I don't rip the bumper off in the process. I am teh good samaritan! More importantly, C'riz 1, demons 0.

Tubetastic Thursday: Common people

It's Thursday. I'm feeling both nostalgic, and insane.

So I bring to you:
The Shat - common people



Nostalgic 'cos back when I was somebody at uni this was the sound. You couldn't go anywhere without hearing pulp's different class cd. Jarvis is also of course to blame for dancing like I was on fire, and on being told you look a total gimp the excuse is I was doing the Jarvis.

Insane, well obviously cos this is the Shatner cover version. I've got to give 10 bonus points to whoever made the video for turning it into a slashup. Lock up your daughters, it's pon farr time...