Where, Oh Where, Has My Frothing RAGE Gone?

[puddingcat]

Last night, I got home from work, threw some food at the cats and a clean pair of pants at my overnight bag, then sat for 2 hours on the M62 thanks to an HGV driver trying the outside lane for size. The outside lane of the other carriageway, that is. I hope there aren't speed cameras on the bit of the M62 between that & Brighouse.

I had a lovely meal with snapesbabe and 18 of her work mates (who actually all looked like 2 blonde women, and indeed only took up 2 seats in the restaurant). I went to Walkabout and gawped at the young males in over-tight t-shirts, styled especially to display their man breasts, adn the females in a strange mix of 1950s-style shoes with 1980s lycra jersey skirts and batwing tops. Who decided that dropped waistlines were flattering? One poor girl appeared to be wearing a pillowcase, bloomers and leggings.

Got back to the last half of Shaun Of The Dead plus extras, woke up to an offer of tea and crumpets, then discovered that Yorksher's Finest had poured glue on my car...

Yes. A bottle of white glue all over the roof, which had run down the windscreen and over the bonnet.

First, I was glad it wasn't paint (as the previous week's entertainment had apparently been). Then I realised it was water-soluble while still wet, and peeloffable when dry. Half an hour of scrubbing later, it was off enough to get home & take it through Tesco's car wash; it's now back to normal, including the puddles that had formed in the grille at the bottom of the windscreen.

Considering the car needed a wash anyway, and there's no lasting damage, my FROTHING RAGE is having the day off. Instead, I'm rather in the mood for pointing & laughing at people (and I use the term loosely) who try to vandalise a car with Copydex. Perhaps they'd tried sniffing it & lost their rag when they realised their mistake?


Meanwhile, Dad's celebrating selling a fly press on eBay to someone from York who intends to use it for making mediaeval-style armour, and trying to clean up a bag of pitch that fell over in the garage. Except he's heating up the bits he's managed to chip off in a large casserole dish, and it boiled over...

Is there anywhere / anyone that can make use of old (5-10 years old) PCs? Or how about stacks & stacks of computer magazines from the BBC B era?

Comments

[miss-s-b.livejournal.com]

There are both charidees and recycling companies for the computer stuff. The charidees tend to take them to impoverished villages in India so that the kids can get online and become computer whizzes and grow up to work in call centres, though...

I'm glad you've seen the funny side of copydex. Shrublette is already asking when you're coming back...

[dr-wez.livejournal.com]

If the PCs work, have sound cards & aren't *too* noisy, then you can dump a TV card & decent sized hard drive in them and turn them into a PVR. This will allow you to record episodes of Martial Law with minimal fuss and is therefore a Good Thing.

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

You could glue the magazines to your car...