My Future proof TV !! My very first bonus went on this little baby. Before I had ever heard of HDTV, this TV was ready and waiting.
Last week, it 'blew up' and a few hours later, it was dead. Today, I took the TV to the tip. And as I drove away, I thought of all the good times we've had together.
Now I'm looking for a new 26 inch screen to replace this baby, but I'll miss you so much...........
November 4th 2008. The day a black man was elected to the most powerful politcal office in the world. A day will talk about to our children, and our children's children.
The image above will stick with me for life. Rev. Jesse Jackson reduced to tears, what he couldn't do, Obama has done.
YES WE CAN !!
I call this my Playstation holiday. I spend time relaxing, play games and having fun. Well, this year, sadly, at the very start of my PLaystation holiday, the playstation is not working.
I've spent most of today on the phone with technical support, but so far, no solution. The console is out of warranty as well, which is really, really sad.
"You can buy 'Spurs, The Glory Years' from most shops, priced £200. That's £5 for the tape and £195 for the Betamax player."
"What's the difference between Father Christmas and a Spurs win? Some people actually believe Father Christmas exists."
"Darren Bent is ill, so Jaunde Ramos offers to do his shopping for him. While in Sainsbury's he bumps into Arsene Wenger. 'What are you doing in here, Juande?' asks Wenger. 'Getting a bag of potatoes for Darren Bent,' he replies. 'Sounds like a good swap to me,' says Wenger."
Haringey council has blocked Tottenham's plans to build a new ground on Northumberland Park. A town hall source said: "We don't mind having a funfair there once a year, but a circus every fortnight is a bit much."
"I was playing Scrabble and had enough letters to make 'Tottenham Hotspur Football Club'. I was gutted when I found out it was only worth two points."
Tesco are releasing new Oxo cubes in Spurs colours. Customers are told to look out for laughing stocks.
A young boy goes to social services and tells them he has nowhere to live. "What about your parents?" asks the social worker. "No, they beat me," says the boy. "What about your grandparents?" says the social worker. "No, they beat me even harder!" says the boy. "Well ... where do you want to stay then?" replies the social worker. "Tottenham," says the boy. "They don't beat anyone.
What do a toothpick and Tottenham have in common? They both have two points
Juande Ramos, shortly after another training session, comments to the head groundsman at White Hart Lane how impressive the pitch is looking. "It ought to," replies the groundsman. "We put 70 million quid's worth of manure on it every week."
I just went down to the newsagents and bought Tottenham Hotspur magazine. Thank goodness they had porn mags to hide it in.
What does a Spurs fan do after he sees his team win? Turns off the Xbox
After leaving San Siro, Jose Mourinho was asked if he was going to help Spurs get out of their slump. He turned around and said, "No way, I ain't that special".
Apparently the entire Tottenham squad have been busy honing their skills playing the computer game Championship Manager. Sadly it seems Juande misunderstood and thinks they want to play for a Championship manager.
Contrary to what you may think, Spurs are the strongest team in the league at the moment. Sure, aren't they holding everyone else up?
What do the Premier League and a cowboy have in common? They both have spurs at their feet.
A man was found dead floating in the Thames, wearing a blond wig, full make-up, bra, knickers, suspenders and a Spurs shirt. Before informing the next of kin the police removed the Spurs shirt to save the family embarrassment.
What would an improved version of Spurs be called? Newcastle United.
Did you hear that Juande Ramos was clocked doing 169mph on the M1 coming back from Stoke? Apparently he was just so desperate for three points.
Is it just me or are Spurs the team to beat this season? Everyone's at it.
A man is sitting in a pub with his jack russell dog one Sunday afternoon. The football results are coming up on the television in the corner: "Stoke City 2, Tottenham Hotspur 1," reads the announcer. Suddenly the jack russell jumps up and shouts out, "Oh, no, not again." The shocked landlord says, "That's amazing. Why did he say that when it was announced that Tottenham lost?" "Because he's a Spurs supporter," the dog's owner replies. The landlord then asks what the dog says when Tottenham win a match, to which the man replies, "I don't know. I've only had him six months."
When a groggy Vedran Corluka regained consciousness in the ambulance leaving the Britannia Stadium on Sunday he asked medical staff who he was. On being told he played football for Tottenham Hotspur he lapsed into a coma.
All trains through White Hart Lane have been cancelled due to a massive points failure.
What's the difference between Juande Ramos and a cowboy? A cowboy wears Spurs on his boots whereas Ramos is a crap manager.
What does THFC stand for? Tottenham Heading For the Championship.
A little boy gets £10 for his birthday and rushes down to the sports shop to buy the new football he has been desperate for. He gives the ball to the shopkeeper, who says, "Sorry, son, this ball is £20. You only have £10". The boy says, "OK, if you blindfold me and I can guess the name of the club on any ball, will you give it to me for £10?" He agrees and gives the boy an Arsenal ball. "I can hear cannons blasting, so it's an Arsenal ball." Next he gives him a Millwall ball: "I hear lions, so it's Millwall." Amazed, the shopkeeper says, "Get this and you can have it for nothing." The boy listens and says Spurs. The man asks if he's heard a cockerel. "No," says the boy. "It's going down."
What's the difference between Bigfoot and the Spurs defence? Bigfoot has been spotted several times.
Spurs have been forced to rename their ground "White Lane" because their "Hart" was surgically removed when Berbatov and Keane were sold.
Breaking news: Tottenham Hotspur have finally won a game. It was a friendly behind closed doors at non-league Walthamstow the other day. And if you don't believe us here is the proof.
I've spent a lot of money on irons as well. I've used the £5 iron from Asda, and right now, I'm using a steam Phillips iron (well I was). Most of the water that comes out of the tap in the UK is quite hard, which means that any appliance that uses water (washing machines, kettles and steam irons) have a major problem, scale. My last two irons have been damaged by scale, so now, I only use Comfort Ironing water, which costs about £1 a pop, and go through about 4 bottles a month. And to tackle creases, I use spray starch, again, I use about 4 cans a month (£1.29 a pop)
So when Bzzagent invited me to try out the Phillips GC7220 Pressuried Steam Generator, I was pleasantly surprised. This is something I was definitely interested in, and I jumped at the chance to participate in the campaign.
This kit boasted that it could cut your ironing time in half, a claim I was eager to find out for myself. But what caught my eye first was the fact that with this iron, scale was not going to be a problem. The scale would never get to the iron, or in the pipes, it would stay in the tank. And if you rinse the tank every 10 uses, you should be fine. Considering that scale has cost me 2 irons already, this kit was probably worth the £100 it goes for at Argos.
After receiving it, the first time I used it was while getting ready for a wedding. I pulled out my wife's silk top, trousers and my shirt.
With the new iron, I ironed everything in record time, the creases were simply no match for the pressurized steam. I was pleasantly surprised at how well it went, but I knew that the real test would be when I did my weekly ironing.
And so on Sunday, I got my kit ready, put the TV on, and started ironing. My weekly ironing usually takes 3-4 hours. Before you say "How slow are you??" (my sister in law says that all the time), let me say that, yes, I take my time. And because I'm watching TV, I take even longer.
Anyway, I started my ironing at around 8pm or so. And after I was done, I took the clothes into the bedroom to put in the wardrobe, my wife was shocked. "HAVE YOU FINISHED ALREADY?". I looked at the time, and it was 10pm. I'd already put the ironing board and iron away, and taken all the clothes upstairs. Less than 2 hours. This was a record, no doubt about it. So does the steam generator iron any faster than a regular iron? The answer is a resounding YES.
So let's look at the good points and the bad points, in order to give a balanced view.
- As described above, ironing time is greatly reduced. I did not believe it when I was told, but using the iron has removed all doubt, and I am still stunned at how well it works.
- As described above scale is no longer an issue, which will save me money on ironing water.
- Stubborn creases are no match for this beast, so I don't need to spend money on Spray Starch any more.
- If you use an ironing board like me, you can't put the tank on it. The tank is quite heavy, so don't even think about it. You'll need to get a stool or small table next to you.
- The steam is pumped to the iron, and this process can be quite noisy at times. I usually watch TV while I iron, so it meant I had to put up the volume on the TV, which meant there was A LOT of noise in the room.
- Unlike conventional steam irons, which put out steam intermittently, with this, you need to hit a button whenever you need steam. You can lock this button down for a continuous burst, but again, this adds to the noise in the room.
All in all, it's a fantastic piece of kit, and I am really glad I've got one.
If anyone wants to buy one, you can get them in Tesco (I haven't seen it in my local Tesco), Argos(£99.99), Currys(£99.99) and amazon.co.uk(£99.95). (Prices are current as of 11th of October)
You might think it's pricey for an iron, but if like me, you need to replace your iron regularly because of scale, this will pay for 3 regular irons (if you use it for the full 2 years Phillips guarantees it for). Plus, if like me you buy ironing water and starch, the money you save on that as well means that this iron pays for itself.
And when my new toy arrived, boy was I pleased. Apart from the fact that I could listen to music wirelessly, I could also pause, play and change the volume from the headset, which I thought was pretty cool. And the sound was really, really good, something I took for granted until I had to use the earphones that came with the Ipod when I needed to charge the units.
But then, I had to go for a walk around the office, and that was when I realised the main problem with this kit.
And that problem is the A125S adapter that plugs into the Ipod. There are two main problems with this unit, so let me take them one at a time.
- The unit does not 'lock' into the Ipod, as the port it connects to is used for a few other things, and was not designed that way. So if you have your Ipod in your pocket, and you're walking around, it's moving constantly, and every now and then, it slips out of place. I've tried my trouser pockets, jacket pockets, and breat pockets, and it's the same everytime, the unit does not stay in place, and the music cuts out a bit too much for my liking. I've found that the only way to keep it steady is to walk with the Ipod and the adapter in your hand. Which is ok for a walk around the office, but not for a commute on a packed tube train.
- The unit itself is super fragile. Taking it home everyday from work involved keeping it in my backpack. I tried my best to keep it away from stuff that could damage it, but about 2 weeks after I bought it, only one ear was working on the headphones, because the adapter was damaged. Fortunately, Jabra technical support is top class, and the unit was replaced for me within a week, very impressive. Now, I leave it in the office, and don't take it around too much.
So if you're in the office, you can leave the unit on your table and work, go round and talk to your teamates and use these headphones. Or if you're doing housework, you can leave your Ipod in one place in the room, and move around listening to music. But once you are on the move, these headphones are not for you. I'm on the lookout for another set of headphones to use at home, something cheap, but quality, any ideas?
Hard Disk space: the final frontier!
Hardware: The parts of a computer system that can be kicked.
hAS ANYONE SEEN MY cAPSLOCK KEY?
H lp! S m b d st l ll th v w ls fr m m k yb rd!
COMMAND: A suggestion made to a computer.
Hidden DOS secret: add BUGS=OFF to your CONFIG.SYS
ASCII a stupid question, get a stupid ANSI!
Hold a hard drive to your ear -- listen to the C:
I am a computer, dumber than any human and smarter than an administrator.
I am logged in, therefore I am.
I are Pentium of Borg. Division is futile. You will be approximated.
I came, I saw, I deleted all your files.
I had a life once... now I have a computer and a modem.
I know I'm supposed to back up my files, but I still haven't found reverse on my PC.
I was going to switch her to DOS, but she had a gun
I'll give up my Windows 3.1 when they pry my cold, dead fingers off the mouse.
If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0
In my next life I'm going to have more memory installed
Intel - still number 0.999873464508.
Anyway, this involved burning DVDs all the time. A discussion with a work colleague last year, and I discovered the world of network media players. I bought two, a wired media player, and a wireless one.
The 'Freecom era' was a very interesting one:
- The wireless and wired players have several differences. The wired player seems to have older firmware. The wireless one is much easier to use.
- The wireless player has DVI and component connections for high definition playback.
- Both of these player suffer from one major problems, the remote controls are super flaky. While they were both under warranty, I collected a total of 8 replacement remotes for both of them. Today, I do not have a single working remote control. (This might have something to do with having a baby in the house, but all my other remotes are still working perfectly).
Anyway, I think I may have discovered the best way to stream media now. And it was sitting in the living room all along. The playstation 3 is a very good media player, so good, I'm seriously considering buying a second one to use exclusively as a media player for the bedroom.
To set up the Playstation to stream, you need to have a media player running on your PC, the easiest way of doing this is to use Windows Media player. There's a very good guide on how to set it up here.
However, the very best software that I've found is TVersity, and it's absolutely free. TVersity not only allows you to stream media already on your PC, but you can also stream videos on youtube, and internet video feeds straight to your TV. It plays almost every kind of media you can think off, and unlike media player, seems to be a lot more reliable. There's a great guide on how to set it up on the PS3 here. And it not only works with the PS3, it works with any UPnP / DLNA Devices, including:
- The Xbox 360
- The DirecTV HR20
- The Sony Vaio VGP-MR100U
- The DLink DSM 320/320R/320RD
- The DLink DSM 510/520 (firmware 1.02 or higher, older firmware versions are identified as DSM 320)
- The Philips Streamium SL300i/SL400i/MX6000i
- The Roku Soundbridge M500/M1000/M2000
- The Philips SLA5500/5520
- The Omnifi DMS1
- The Nokia 770 or N800/810 Internet Tablet via Media Streamer add-on from Nokia or via the Canola Media Player
*While writing this post, I discovered that all embedded Youtube videos and audio files are not working in Firefox. I'll see if I can fix this, but there is an audio file in this post, if you want to hear it, you need to view in Internet Explorer.
Dear Baby O,
As I sit here, I find it hard to believe that two years have passed since you were born. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I have never been more nervous, scared, anxious or excited in my entire life. September 26th 2006 changed my life forever. And as we quietly mark your birthday today, I want you to know that you have taught me so many things over the last two years, but I have also experienced a love I never knew was possible. Reading the letter I wrote to you when you were a month old brought back so many memories, so I thought your birthday was a good enough reason to write you another one.
Every morning, at around 6.20 am, I am woken up by my personal alarm clock. You come running into our room on your way to your bath, climb on our bed, crawl over to me, and give me a big hug, saying "Hi Daddy!". And it melts my heart every single time. For the last few days, I've been ill with a flu bug, and I've been living for that very moment every morning. Then we all get ready, and your favourite TV show comes on around 6.30am, Teletubbies !! Quite why you like that show, I will have no idea. At 6.55am, the Tweenies come on and sing one song, by that time, I'm usually dressed, and your mum is downstairs having breakfast, so the two of us sing together, sometimes clapping, sometimes dancing. Then we all go off to work, and you to the nursery.
And you love music !! In the car, the only person you want to listen to is Carrie Underwood (I blame your mother for that!). "I want beautiful!" That's what you say as soon as you realize we're headed to the car. If I swap the CD for any other person, you realize immediately, and throw a little tantrum, "I WANT BEAUTIFUL!". Beautiful, Wonderful, Perfect All American girl........the lyrics of your favourite song in the whole world, Carrie Underwood's "All American Girl".
In fact, all your favourite TV shows are music related, Carrie and David's Popshop, and Space Pirates (or as you call it "Captain DJ"). Thank goodness for BBC IPlayer, and Sky Plus, otherwise, no one else in this house would be able to watch any TV !!
You are also a very intelligent girl, and the last two weeks, you've been showing off that you now know all your colours and your shapes. You LOVE reading, you actually prefer books to toys, I really hope that it stays that way. And we are almost having real conversations now, I can't believe how well developed your speech is. You are the youngest in your nursery class, but your speech is the most developed. Every Friday, your teachers tell me all the new things you have learnt, and I'm always beaming with pride.
Can I admit something to you? I think you're smarter than me. I'm definately older and wiser, but you my little girl, are very, very smart. I'm not ashamed, not in the slightest. You have tried to outsmart me so many times, it's scary. Every night, when I put you to bed, you try a new trick every single day, to try and stay awake just a little longer. You're slowing learning how to manipulate me and your mum. Your tantrums over the last few weeks have been frequent and loud, it's as if you know I can't bear to see you cry.
For your birthday present, we've got you two of your favourite books from school, (The Very Funny Fish and Ten Dinosaurs) and a little tricycle. When we get home in the evening, we're going to have a little cake (diary free as you are allergic to milk), and then you can ride your little trike for a bit. We'll let you stay up for an extra hour or so.
I hope you have a wonderful day.
Happy Birthday, my little princess.
With all my love,
Anyway, I was catching up on all my regular blogs today, when I found this post from Jason. Yes, the man is a geek, but I've got some geekiness in me as well, as I am about to prove to you.
Back in school, maths was always my favourite subject. I loved trying to solve a problem, and battling till I found the answer. A friend of mine's dad was a professor of maths, so his dad was always finding maths problems in everyday life. One day, my friend shared one of his dad's many maths problems with a few of us. It took me about 2 hours, but I cracked it in the end. This was 14 years ago. Anyway, today, I was talking with my cousin who's doing A Level maths, and I wondered if I still had it. So I got a pen and paper, and tried to solve the problem again. Anyway, here we go:
As they sat at lunch, my friend's dad looked at the clock and it was 9pm. He then asked his son the following question:
"Right now, the angle between the hour hand and the minute hand is 90 degrees. When next will it be 90 degrees"
(In the real story, it was dinner, and it was 9pm. But I decided to use 3pm, not that I remembered the answer or the solution, but just to make sure I did it from scratch.)
So, let's begin. First of all, this is probably not the fastest way to the answer, but it was the best I could do in 20 minutes. It took me a lot longer to get the answer as a teenager for the 9pm question, and that involved a quadratic equation, fortunately, I didn't have one of those tonight, as I can't remember how to solve them :)
OK, so let's look at the clock. Both hands are constantly moving.
The minute hand is moving the fastest, 360/60 = 6 degrees a minute
The hour hand moves between each number in an hour. That's 360/12 = 30 degrees an hour= 0.5 degrees a minute.
Armed with this info, let's look at our problem.
Visually, you can see that the time this will occur will be a few minutues after 3.30.
Let's say the number of minutes after 3 o'clock is x.
At that point, the minute hand would have moved 6x degrees from the top (number 12 on the clock face). Let's call this value a.
The hour hand would have moved 0.5x degrees from the number 3, or 90+0.5x degrees from the number 12. Let's call this value b.
So we have :
a = 6x
b=0.5x + 90
Since we know the angle between both hands is going to be 90 degrees, in other words
a-b = 90
6x-0.5x = 180
x= 180/5.5 = 32.72727277272
So the answer is at 43.6 seconds after 32 minutes past 3, the angle between the hands is exactly 90 degrees.
Wow, how sad am I, this is what I'm doing on a saturday night...........lol
TOY TEST: Obtain a 55-gallon box of LEGOs. (If LEGOs are not available, you may substitute roofing tacks or broken bottles.) Have a friend spread them all over the house. Put on a blindfold. Try to walk to the bathroom or kitchen. Do not scream (this could wake a child at night).
SUPERMARKET TEST: Borrow one or two small animals (goats are best) and take them with you as you shop at Asda or Tesco. Always keep them in sight and pay for anything they eat or damage.
DRESSING TEST: Obtain one large, unhappy, live octopus. Stuff it into a small net bag making sure that all arms stay inside.
FEEDING TEST: Obtain a large plastic milk jug. Fill it halfway with water. Suspend from the ceiling with a stout cord. Get the jug swinging. Try to insert spoonfuls of soggy cereal (such as Fruit Loops or Cheerios) into the mouth of the jug while pretending to be an airplane. Now dump the contents of the jug on the floor.
NIGHT TEST: Prepare by obtaining a small cloth bag and fill it with 8 to 12 pounds of sand. Soak it thoroughly in water. At 8 PM begin to waltz and hum with the bag until 9 PM. Lay down your bag and set your alarm for 10:00 PM. Get up, pick up your bag, and sing every song you have ever heard. Make up about a dozen more and sing them until 4:00 AM. Set alarm for 5:00 AM. Get up and make breakfast. Keep this up for 5 years. Look cheerful.
PHYSICAL TEST (WOMEN): Obtain a large beanbag chair and attach it to the front of your clothes. Leave it there for 9 months. Now remove 10% of the beans.
PHYSICAL TEST (MEN): Go to the nearest pharmacy. Set your wallet on the counter. Ask the clerk to help himself. Now proceed to the nearest supermarket. Go to the head office and arrange for your paycheck to be directly deposited to the store. Purchase a newspaper. Go home and read it quietly for the last time.
FINAL ASSIGNMENT: Find a couple who already has a small child. Lecture them on how they can improve their child's discipline, patience, tolerance, toilet training, and table manners. Suggest many things they can improve as well. Emphasize to them that they should never allow their children to run riot. Enjoy this experience. It will be the last time you'll have all the answers.
Some weeks ago, while looking in the mirror, she pointed to herself and called her name. Her full name. It was the first time that I heard her mention her surname. And she butchered it.
You see, she had learnt her name from her teachers in school. And they obviously couldn't pronounce our surname properly. When I mentioned this to my wife, she did say that they asked her to teach them how to pronounce it just a few days before. She did her best, but left them still trying and not succeeding.
But what can we do? She spends over 9 hours a day at the nursery, so that is where she has learnt most of her speech, and we have tried to teach her the correct name, but she seems to prefer her pronounciation.
All of a sudden, I feel useless. I've seen African kids who can't pronounce their own names, in fact, I know a few (I might be related to some). And I've seen a few who speak with Birtish accents, but when it comes to their own names, they get the pronounciation spot on. I was hoping our little girl would be in the seond category, but it's looking very unlikely.
So, is it a bad thing? I don't know. But I guess this is what happens when you decide to raise kids in a foreign country. And I'm sure this is the first of many similar situations I'll have to face over the next few years.
However, Paul Ince needed special dispensation to take the job, as he does not have the required qualifications to manage a club in the top flight.
Now, make no mistake, Ince has excelled in his two previous jobs at Macclesfield and MK Dons. And when he started managing, he was talking about going all the way to the top, hopefully managing Inter Milan one day.
What surprises me is that he has been managing for two years, and has not managed to get any of the UEFA badges. You see, to manage in the premiership, you need a UEFA Pro License, which is the highest qualification you can get. But you can also get a lesser 'A' badge or a 'B' badge when you start coaching. I read in the press that last year, Paul Ince was meant to go to college to get his 'B' badge, however, he didn't turn up, and went golfing instead. And Roy Keane, who only just retired, has already completed his qualifications.
For someone who wanted to manage at the top, I'm surprised he didn't prepare for the role. He's been retired for years, and could have taken his badges a lot earlier. Current and recently retired players are already talking about getting their badges, Stephane Henchoz started his while still playing for Blackburn, and Steven Gerrard has been thinking about doing his for a while. Neil Lennon is starting his A badge this summer.
Make no mistake about it, the UEFA Pro License is hard work. Generally, the course takes a year to complete, with 240 hours of work to be put in. Prospective coaches are taught on their handling of top-class players, their use of the latest technology, and their abilities to deal with off-the-field problems. The English course begins in June with a 10-day residential period at Warwick University.
Glen Roeder and Gareth Southgate are both working towards obtaining their qualifications, after being given dispensation to manage with it in the past. And we hear that Ince should be one of the last people to take a job in the premier league without one.
We have another black former player in the shape of John Barnes, who is claiming that the only reason why he has not been offered another management job since he was in charge of Celtic, is because he's black. However, I don't see his name on the list of holders of the UEFA Pro license. For all I know, he may have an A or a B badge. However, if someone in the premiership decides to offer him a job tomorrow, he won't be able to take it, because he's not ready. They say opportunity knocks but once. I've heard another expression, 'If opportunity doesn't knock, then build a door.' or 'Chance favours the prepared mind'.
Both Paul Ince and John Barnes were great footballers. And Ince has done really well as a manager. But both would be wise to follow Roy Keane's example, and prepare for the future in good time.
N.B. Just realised that Roy Keane's name is not on the list of managers who have the qualification. However, I don't remember the Premier League making a special case for him unlike Glen Roeder, Gareth Southgate, Avram Grant and of course Paul Ince, so I assume he has it.
First of all, the 'positive discrimination' aspect is just a tiny part of the legislation, which also targets age discrimination, and tackles the gender pay gap in the public sector. Secondly, this is not an affirmative action law, as operated in the US, which forces you to choose ethnic minorities over other people. As far as I understand it, affirmative action means that, for example, when a university is picking new students, they have to pick a number of black people, and this most likely means that some white people will be overlooked for blacks who may not be as qualified as them. This creates resentment a lot of the time. The UK law is not the same though. The UK law means that if you are recruiting staff, and for any reason you have to decide between two equally qualified candidates, you can pick a woman or an ethnic minority in order to 'balance out' your team, allowing you to have a more diverse team. So why would you need a law to do this? Well, because this protects you against an employment tribunal.
Make no mistake about it, women and ethnic minorities need some help out here. A couple of years ago, I saw a hiring manager glance at a CV, and toss it in the bin after looking at it for less than one second. When I asked him why, he said because the person had an Indian name. A few weeks later, the same person said he had decided to hire only 'white British people', because they gave the least trouble. To be fair, we had a team member who was of Bangladeshi origin (born in the UK), who left the company suddenly, using a story which we found to be a lie. However, I think it was unfair to tie this behaviour to his race.
It's not too long ago we had a case of a Pakistani man looking for job in Wales, who was told there were no suitable vacancies. He decided to write a similar CV, with a Welsh name, and fewer qualifications. And guess what, within 3 hours, he was asked to apply for a position paying £33,000 p.a.
So how many times has this happened to me? How many times have I applied for a job I am more than qualified to do, only to have my CV tossed in the bin because I don't have an English name? How many times does this happen daily to other applicants in recruitment offices all over the country? The truth is that I will never know. Take a walk around the City of London, and all you'll see for the most part are white men. Of course, they are in the majority in the population, so that's not too much of a surprise. But check the boardrooms of major UK companies, check key positions in the government, and black men and women are few and far between. There are a few exceptions though. Like Trevor Williams, Lloyds TSB's chief economist, who speaks regulalry on BBC's breakfast show.
But as you can see, he's the only black man on the board. And I suspect there are very few black man on boards of other banks and financial institutions in the country. I certainly didn't see any at the Mansion house dinner.
But will this law help? I don't think so. As long as the people making the decisions are not forced to pick ethnic minorities or women, they will always be at a disadvantage. Until there are more ethnic minorities in influential positions, and more hiring managers who are ready to pick people solely based on ability and talent, this new law is just a drop in the ocean. It's a step in the right direction though, and hopefully, in the not too distant future, attitudes will change.
And you know what? I like to think that the two jobs I have gotten since I got here, I got them because I was the best person who applied for the job. If I found out that I got the job for any other reason, I would not be happy. And I think most ethnic minorities or women would think in the same way.
I still remember when I was working in London, we had someone come in to fix the photocopiers. He was black. When he asked who he was to report to, he was directed to me. You should have seen the look on his face. When he left, and I was signing off his job, he said he was proud to see a black man doing very well for himself in 'The City'. And you know what, it wasn't until that day that I realised that I was the only place person in my office. And when I went out for lunch later that day, I walked down the length of Fenchurch street, and I could count the number of black people I saw on one hand. Coincidence? Maybe. But it had never occurred to me. An d from that day onwards, I became more concious of myself, of my race, of the colour of my skin.
I heard an argument on TV that a white working class man in the UK is less likely to go to university than any other section of society, and that if anyone needs help in the workplace, it is them. That's not an argument I want to get into, the whole 'working class white man' story is something that perplexes me completely, but they are becoming more and more of a political force in the guise of the British National Party. And from my Nigerian roots, I know how much emphasis our people put on getting an education. However, statistics in the UK show that blackboys don't do too well at school. All sorts of reasons have been postulated as to why this is so. But the truth is that, at least, they are in school in the first place.And I'll stop here, because I don't want to say anything controversial.
I just hope that by the time my daughter starts looking for her first job, she won't get chosen because of the colour of her skin, or her gender, but because of her ability to do the job.
Teddy Bear - £9.00
Watching your 21 month old baby tuck her teddy bear in, and put him to sleep: Absolutely priceless, and so freaking cute.
It's so strange, I've not blogged in ages (that is beginning to sound like an echo, seems I'm always saying that now!). Funny thing is, I've had so much to say !! Mainly boring politics or techy stuff anyways, will try and type some stuff up and post over the week.
I've been trying to install Windows Live Writer on my work laptop, but it's connecting to the blog for some reason. I'd prefer it if I had that, so I can compose my thoughts offline, and then publish later.
Anyway, talk to ya'll later.
So, we moved into this house on the 26th of April, and finally got internet on the 11th of June.
I've been without the web for so long, I'm so used to not having it.
I need to do a lot of work on this blog, I need a new theme, and the blog itself needs to be upgraded. I'm toying with actually backing it up and reinstalling. Which might mean I'll lose all my pics, then again, I don't have that many anymore.....
"Nana" - Banana, was the first word she learnt to say, not mummy or daddy, nope, "nana" !!
"How are you?" and "Hello" - She says this all the time !!
"Bye Bye" - Can mean bye bye or "go away", depending on who she wants to walk away, you or her
"Eat" - She's hungry !
"Nice" - She says this if she's enjoying her food
"Biit" - A combination of "biscuit" and "eat". Used to be her favourite food, but that title now belongs to "Apple" see above
"More" - She wants more !! Usually with regards to food.
"Phone" - Your phone's ringing, pick it up !!
"Again" - She wants you to sing a song again, or she's saying it to the TV hoping to hear something again.
"Wash your hands" - She picked this up from day care, and now, she's come up with a song for it !!
"Flower" - Flower, tree, or even drawings of flowers on the curtains
"Water" - Water, juice, anything in liquid form
"Sorry" - She says this to herself !! When she falls over or drops something usually.
"Shoe" - Any shoes beware. Baby O has been known to try on any shoes she finds, size is not a detterent !!
"Sleep" and "Tired" - She wants to go to bed !!
"Bath" - She can see you're getting her ready for a bath. Prepare for the constant battle of trying to stop her drinking the bath water.
"Beebies" - CeeBeebies is her favourite TV station, and she says this when she wants you to turn on the TV.
She can also make animal noises !! If you say the name of any of the following animals :
Dog or Puppy (Woof Woof!)
Moneky (OOOhh AAAAAAhhh)
Bird (Tweet Tweet)
Duck or Geese (Quack Quack)
Her speech is coming along nicely, and anything you say, she will repeat, be warned !!
When the ones out get three outs from the ones in before they get in without being out, the team that's out comes in and the team in goes out to get those going in out before they get in without being out.
When both teams have been in and out nine times the game is over. The team with the most in without being out before coming in wins unless the ones in are equal. In which case, the last ones in go out to get the ones in out before they get in without being out.
The game will end when each team has the same number of ins out but one team has more in without being out before coming in.
I then called BT, and for the next three hours, spoke to several people, and have come to the conclusion that I spoke to some of the least intelligent people on this planet that night.
The long and short is this:
1. A cease order was placed on my line. When I called BT with regards to another matter on Thursday, the lady did mention that it would seem that there was a cease on my line, to which I told her it was not possible, as I'd had the connection for less than a week.
2. BT tried to blame me for ordering a cease. The thing is, it takes 5 days for them to cease broadband. Since the connection only lasted for seven days, that means that a day or two after the broadband was connected, someone decided to cancel it.
3. BT refused to take responsibility for the 'mistake' to cancel my broadband, after screaming down the phone that I never asked for a cease, they changed their tone, saying that the broadband had been cancelled due to 'technical problems.' Of course, when I asked for further information on what these problems were, no one could give me any.
Anyway, I've decided not to continue with BT if only one week after using them as an ISP for the first time, they can decide to terminate my account and not tell me. I was offered a 'dial-up connection' while I wait another 5 days for them to turn the broadband back on, which I turned down.
The good thing about not having the internet for a while is that sadly, you get used to it.
I'm going to find a cheaper provider with hopefully, a better level of service.
And at the same time, I need to find out how to complain either directly to BT, or to the regulator for what I think is pretty rotten treatment to their customer, and blatant dishonesty for trying to blame me for the problem.
On the 28th of April, right in the middle of our hectic house move, I got a voicemail from a recruiter. Now, I get these almost everyday, but this one was different. The recruiter was from Microsoft. I felt my hands shaking as I called her back, sadly, I had to leave a voicemail.
The job was a Premier Field Engineer role, specialising in Exchange Server. This was my dream job no matter what angle you looked at it from. I've had a long term interest in messaging/email, and this would put me right in the frontline of the most popular messaging software in the world. My commute would be cut by half. They had an on site day care, so my little girl would have a place to go. And best of all, this is Microsoft !!
Anyway, I eventually spoke to the recruiter a few days later, had a telephone interview, which went pretty well, and eventually had the 'assessment day' scheduled for last Friday (the 16th).
Now, remember that our internet was only connected last Friday (after the interview), so doing my research on the role, the company and studying for the interview was HARD WORK. I had to sneak a few minutes at a time at work. I used my mobile phone at night to look up stuff (painfully slow on a tiny screen). If those were the only troubles I'd faced last week, that might have been ok.
A friend of mine lost his wife the Saturday before. (10th). We were trying to help him out, and I was spearheading the fundraising for the funeral (the funeral cost £5000). So I spent a lot of my nights on the phone, asking people to donate money. On Wednesday, I came down with a cold, a really bad one, I had to take Thursday off sick just to make sure I could make it on Friday. I had fever, a blocked nose, a sore throat and a bad cough.
And on Friday the day of the interview, I swallowed a dose of 'Day Nurse' just before going in, and for 3 hours or so, I was healthy enough to interview, once I got home, I collapsed on my bed, relieved it was over and hoping for the best.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not making excuses. While my preparation was not ideal, I don't think I would have done any better had everything gone smoothly.
Anyway, I finally got the call on Wednesday that I wasn't being offered the job. While I had excelled in some parts of the interview, I could not answer one particular question in the 'HR' bit to their satisfaction, and the technical guys felt that they had to probe me to get answers to the 'technical depth' that they were looking for.
Now, it's not because I didn't get the job that I'm feeling deflated. Oh no. Even before the whole process began, I was aware that this job was 'a step up' from what I was doing at the moment, and I was honoured even to be considered for it.
No, the problem is, I've been investigating the possibility of changing jobs since we moved house, things have become a little stagnant where I am, and there's nothing like a one hour commute in a car everyday to make you look for the next step in your career. But after going through the Microsoft 'experience' all the stuff I'm looking at looks so.....well, ordinary. Dull. There's nothing out there that excites me like that role, that makes me feel like I'm on the way up, like my career is going someplace.
So right now, I'm at work, stuck doing a job I don't feel challenged by, wondering what might have been. And judging by the vacancies I get in my email every morning, I'm going to be here for a while............
Not even watching John Terry cry on Wednesday night could cheer me up.
I'm sure I'll feel better in a few weeks, but right now, well, I have to sit down, and look at all the positives, and MOVE ON.
I'm not sure what's going on, but I'm toying with the idea of backing everything up, reinstalling it, and then restoring all the data, and hope that this time, I get it all right and not lose any data.
This morning, I came across on this item, and it made me chuckle.
Phillips has recently submitted a patent application for a underwear that monitors your blood pressure continually.
Nice. Let's hope they go the whole hog and come up with a thong version, who knows, this might be a fashion item in years to come !!
One of the things I've realised in the last few weeks is how much I depend on the web for a lot of things. Most importantly, a lot of my friends are 'online only', so without access to their blogs, or proper access to email or IM, I haven't heard from a lot of people in weeks.
I've spent the entire weekend 'catching up'. I'll start reading all your blogs this week.
It looks like a month is all it takes to lose my readers and online friends (sadly), but hey, I'm back now, and will start blogging regularly again.
I never realised how much I depended on you. When I needed directions to get somewhere, you were there. When I wanted to find out how the football was going, you were there. When I needed to find out some obscure fact about some silly celebrity, you always knew the answer. When I wanted to chat with my 'real-life' and online friends, you hooked us up. When I wanted to take out my frustration on other people, you allowed me to play FIFA 08 with people from all over the world. When I had a job interview, and needed to do research on the company, or needed to brush up on my knowledge, you had all the answers after a few clicks. You were everything to me. As the saying goes, you never appreciate something/someone till they are gone. I've had you in my life for so long, I never realised how important you had become.
The last few weeks without you have been crazy. We moved house, and we didn't have you to tell us where to find stuff in our new neighbourhood. I had no way of getting the latest podcasts to pass away the time. And I had to use my phone to talk to people, I mean, I had to actually speak to them !! With so much of my life online, I've found it hard to blog, study, keep up with internet gossip. My Playstation 3 is begging to be updated to the latest software. My PC reminds me everything I turn it on that it needs to update the security software. Windows XP Service Pack 3 is out, and I haven't tried it out yet. Grand Theft Auto 4 is gathering dust on the shelf, and I haven't played it online yet.
Mind you, we've managed to steal a few moments together. Before we moved, I went to a friend's house to sit down with you for a few hours a week. And my mobile phone allows me to find out what is happening in the world of facebook. But it's not the same.
Yesterday, I got a call from BT, telling me that they should have sorted out all the problems they were having, and that by next week Friday, we should be together again. 8 more days !! I have to warn you, Friday night, my wife and I will both be fighting for you, as we have both missed you very much. I suspect you won't have a moment to rest till Sunday night when we go to bed.
Take care old friend. Till we meet again.
We've moving house in a couple of weeks, so I call them to move the TV service and cancel the broadband ON THE 30th of April. Sounds simple enough, right? Anyway, the cretin I spoke to decided to place the cease order on the broadband immediately. It takes 10 days to kill a broadband connection, so imagine my shock when I got home on Thursday, and the Internet was gone.
They admitted that they made a mistake, however, it takes 15 days to connect broadband, so there's no point in trying to reconnect us. Also, until the new phone line becomes active on the 26th, I can't order broadband on it, and that takes 5 - 15 days to be activated. (If I use BT Broadband, 5 days, anyone else is 10-15 days).
So, a month without the Internet.
A month without facebook.
One whole month.
God help me.
When we find ourselves in times of trouble,
Benitez comes to me.
Speaking words of wisdom, Stevie G !!!!
Stevie G, Stevie G, Stevie G, Stevie G
There will be an answer.
Stevie G !!!!
WHAT A GAME !!!!
Chelsea, are you watching?? BRING IT !!!!
1. We're HOMEOWNERS !! On the 30th of March, me and Mrs. Boso purchased a 3 bedroom house in a lovely rural setting. We'll be moving in at the end of April, and I have to say, it's exciting times !!
2. Baby O is growing up to be a very happy and more importantly HEALTHY baby. After an appointment with a dermatologist on Wednesday, the eczema that has made her life a living hell (and given up several sleepless nights) is FINALLY in remission. For the last six months, my poor daughter has suffered, but hopefully the worst is now behind us. Our GP told us for months that there was nothing a dermatologist would tell us that he wasn't telling us already, and it was only after she went into anphylatic shock twice over the Christmas period that he referred us to see a specialist, and even then, we went with a private specialist and not on the NHS. Another story, which I hope to tell in greater detail over the coming days.
3. Baby O is becoming a right little chatterbox. Her vocabulary is growing, and over the coming days, I'll try and post about that as well.
4. My landlord is a devious, scheming, lying, no-good crook. He is trying to hold on to our deposit without giving any concrete reasons. I am doing my best to resolve this amicably, however, if push to comes to shove, he is in breach of recent legislation requiring landlords to pay all deposits into a deposit protection scheme, and as far as I am aware, he has not done so. The penalty would be a fine, he would be required to pay us back 3 times the value of the deposit. If I cannot come to an agreement with him this week, I need to make an application in our local county court. I'm not sure how to do this, or if I need to engage the services of a lawyer, but hope to find out by the end of this week. If anyone reading this knows how I can go about this, please email me ASAP (There is a "Contact Me" link in the top left hand corner of the blog, under navigation). Thanks in advance.
Hope you are all doing well. I may not have been commenting on all your blogs, but believe me, I check them out almost daily.
Yup, I'm in Nigeria for a well earned rest, haven't been home for almost 4 years !!
EDIT: In case you saw this post before, it was actually meant to autopublish a few days after I accidentally posted it.
I remember the second time I went to watch a competitive match at Anfield. It was Liverpool v. Ipswich town, 3rd round in the league cup, back in 2002. The match ended in a draw, and Liverpool won on penalties. I sat close to the Ipswich fans with a friend of mine, and there was a brief moment when I thought things would kick off, but fortunately, the police/stewards sorted things out. Anyway, after the match, as we were leaving, we came across a group of Ipswich fans. In my 'Nigerian boy' attitude, I started to taunt them. Liverpool fans around me told me off immediately. "That's not how we treat people" was among the phrases I heard that night. The message was clear, and I learnt a valuable lesson about supporting the greatest club in the world.
Liverpool fans might have a bad reputation from the past, however, things have changed. Liverpool fans respect visiting fans, and applaud other teams when they deserve it. When Havant and Waterloovile gave us a cracking match a few weeks ago, Liverpool fans gave them a standing ovation. One of the first things you see when you sit down in the stadium are signs saying foul language is not allowed. I've only ever attended a friendly and two league cup matches, so you could argue that the crowd I've sat with are not the normal Liverpool matchday crowd. But on all three occasions, the behaviour was immaculate.
Today, Manchester United finished off their week remembering the Bubsy Babes with a league match. They had planned to have a minute's silence before the match began, but unfortunately for them, the match was against local rivals Manchester City. All week long, Man City fans have been urged to respect the minute's silence. They even blackmailed them, reminding them that Frank Swift, a former Man City keeper also died on the flight. Fortunately, the minute's silence was immaculately observed. Manchester City then decided to be very bad visitors, and beat their hosts in the match 2-1. Personally, I was pleased to see that. I find that it was poetic justice. Manchester City fans have been the target of some venomous chants from Manchester United for years.
Before I go into that in more detail, let me tell you another story. A friend of mine, a fellow Liverpool fan, who lived in Leicester was lucky to get a ticket to watch Leicester City against Manchester United. What got to him was the way the Man U supporters insulted Leciester fans throughout the match, and to rub salt in their wounds, they won it. "We're got a stand bigger than your stadium" was one of the more polite chants. And of course, they inserted a random insult to Liverpool and Manchester City every few minutes. That was the day he started to hate United.
And that is what gets to me. Manchester Untied was expecting Man city fans to behave themselves today, however, they are probably the worst fans when it comes to respecting other teams. No matter who they are playing they pour out poison from the terraces about Liverpool, Manchester City, and any one else.
Tune: Oh my darling Clementine
Build a bonfire,
Build a bonfire,
Put the Scousers on the top,
Put City in the middle,
And we'll burn the f*cking lot
My younger brother who supports United when to Old Trafford to watch them play West Brom. When he got back, he had learnt so may songs insulting Liverpool, and Manchester City, including the one above. But why do they find it necessary to insult Liverpool and City all the time? I've been to a few Liverpool matches, and the worst I've seen was in a friendly against Lazio, every time Japp Stam (former United player) touched the play, he was booed, but that was it. And when the other cup results were announced, a loud cheer if Man U lost.
Today, Manchester United fans expected Man City fans to be on their best behaviour, and thankfully, they were. However, I feel they need to look at themselves, if it was them on the other end, would they do it. Whenever Liverpool sing about winning the champions league 5 times, Man United tell us that they may have only won it twice, but they didn't kill anyone.
We won it five times (2ce)
In Istanbul, we won it five times
Manchester United reply
We've won it two times (2ce)
Without killing anyone, we won it two times.
Personally, I think this is pretty distasteful. If Man U was visiting Liverpool when we were remembering the Hillsborough victims? I don't think so.
In conclusion, and with respect to the dead, Manchester United must have heaved a sigh of relief when no one interrupted the minute's silence today. However, while those great players whose lives were cut short deserve every honour, Manchester United fans do not.
I leave you with a selection of songs from the Man United terraces:
tune: this is how it feels (Inspiral Carpets)
This is how it feels to be City
This is how it feels to be small
This is how it feels when your team wins nothing at all
Nothing at all...
Tune : Land of hope and glory
We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Liverpool too, (and Leeds),
We hate Manchester City,
But United we love you - altogether now...
Tune : Daydream Believer
Cheer up Kevin Keegan,
Oh what can it mean,
to a Sad Geordie b*stard,
and a Sh*te football team.
Tune : If you're happy and you know it...
If you all hate the scousers clap your hands
In the Liverpool slums,
They knock on the door when they want something to eat,
They find a dead rat and they think it's a treat,
In the Liverpool slums...
In the Liverpool slums,
Your Mum's on the beat and your Dad's in the nick,
You can't find a job 'coz you're too f*ckin' thick,
In the Liverpool slums...
Tune : Let them know it's Christmas time..
Feed the scousers,
Let them know it's Christmas time...
Feed the scousers,
Let them know it's Christmas time...
Tune : Don't Dilly Dally on the way
My old man, said "be a city fan",
I said "f*ck off, you're a c*nt!",
"I'd rather shag a bucket with a big hole in it,
Than be a city fan for just one minute".
With hatchets and hammers,
Stanley knives and spanners,
We'll show those city b*stards how to fight (how to fight),
"I'd rather shag a bucket with a big hole in it,
Than be a city fan! (all together now)".
Tune : He's got the whole world in his hands
They've got the tallest floodlights in the Football League,
They've got the tallest floodlights in the Football League.
They've got the tallest floodlights in the Football League
Oh city are a massive club!
Other verses include...
They've got the widest pitch, in the land.
They signed George Weah but he thought they played in red.
They had a derby match with Macclesfield.
Their best ever player played for Ajax reserves.
At last count, they are over 2000 different verses for this song.
P.S. In the days gone by, songs about the Munich Air Crash ('Who's that dying on the runway...?') were sang tastelessly by Liverpool fans with responses aimed at Shankly's death ('Who's that dying on the carpet...?') from the United fans. After the Hillsborough Disaster, Liverpool fans stopped singing about Munich, so United fans chanted, 'Where's Your Famous Munich Song?'.
All my life I have never been able to use earphones like the ones in the photo above. They look really cool, and 'neater' than the traditional headphones, so I have never stopped trying. But I had the same problems everytime, they would not fit in my ear, and when I eventually managed to get them to fit, they were extremely uncomfortable, and I could not wear them for too long. I thought that the problem was that I didn't know how to use them properly, maybe I wasn't putting them in the right way?
A few weeks ago, I had a really, really bad ear infection, and had to go and see the doctor several times. One day, during his ear exam, he said :
"Do you know that your ear canal is really narrow? It's nothing to worry about, but it's narrower than the average ear, probably the smallest I've seen in an adult, that's all. "
This morning, as I picked up my earphones, I now know why I will probably never be able to use them again. It's taken years of trial and error (and a lot of wasted money, buying new earphones, looking for the 'perfect' one), but now, I can listen to my music comfortably, and wear my headphones with pride !!
I remember when he started playing for Nigeria, as soon as I saw him, I thought, he would make a great captain for the team one day. He eventually became captain, but left the role controversially. He clearly has leadership skills, he has been coaching in Belgium, and will complete his Uefa Badge soon.
Could he be the man to take Nigeria to the promised land?
Ghana 2 Nigeria 1 - Good luck to Ghana in the semis. And please, sack Berti Vogts. NOW.
P.S. Kanu Nwanko's African Nations Cup record : Five tournaments, 25 matches. 0 goals. Nada. Zilch.
I've changed roles at work so I'm a lot busier now, but I have to say, a lot happier. For almost two years, I've been sitting down with little or no work to do, so to finally not have to keep myself busy is a massive bonus.
However, I've had to take a few days off, I was ill for a while, then Baby O has been ill a couple of times, she is currently suffering from a bout of tonsilitis.
And football? Well, Liverpool has lost 4th place, plus been in the news for the wrong reasons off the pitch. My one shining hope was that Nigeria would win the African Cup of Nations, but that looks next to impossible with this team of overpaid millionaires, I think living in England, they are now like the English National Team !!
Anyway, the one piece of good news was that I became a British Citizen on Wednesday. I had to attend a Citizenship ceremony, to swear allegiance to Queen Elizabeth, 'her heirs and successors', and promise to be a good boy. I have to say, I'm proud to be British, I was speaking to a recruitment agency on Thursday, and when as for my nationality, and I said British, it felt........STRANGE !!! lol.
Anyway, believe it or not, January is all but gone. 2008 will go almost as fast as 2007. Yikes.
(I've had a few requests to shed more light on Baby O's 'condition' will do so soon, just need to get my head around it!)
Christmas Day: was spent at my Aunt's house. All was going well, and then Doctor Who came on the telly. All of a sudden, Baby O developed a terrible rash, and was itching all over. One thing led to another, and she was in an ambulance on the way to hospital, and I was driving in a car behind her. At the hospital, she was fine....was playing and singing without a care in the world, in the midst of a lot of sick children.
Last Thursday: Back at work after the Christmas break, and it was so far so good. I went down to the restaurant for lunch, when the managing teacher of the day care came to meet me, and asked me to go to my daughter's classroom ASAP. I got there, and her lips were swollen, happened during her lunch. She was struggling, and lost consciousness for a while, fortunately, the first aid guy gave her some oxygen, and she came too. And so, less than 2 weeks later, we were in an ambulance again, on the way to the hospital. (In the ambulance, she removed her oxygen mask, and put it on my face........it was a moment that was so sweet, it almost made me cry).
So after all this, we went to our family doctor (GP). We have been asking for a referral to see an allergy specialist or dermatologist for months. Two ambulance rides finally convinced them that this was not such a bad idea. The doctor said, no problem, the secretary will type up the letter tomorrow morning.
So I call on Friday morning. The receptionist laughed at me. At first, she said that the doctor was taking a consultation, and that would take some time. I told her that I had private medical insurance, so I was going to a private doctor, all I needed was their letter. It takes 2-3 working days to type a letter, she said. I could not believe my ears. 2-3 days? To type a letter which the template was probably sitting somewhere on the PC? Yes, she said. She explained to me that the secretary was on holiday, and that she was typing letters as part of her own job, and had a bit of a backlog. I shouted down the phone "My daughter almost died yesterday, and you're telling me I have to wait for the weekend and then a few more days for you to type a letter?" she apologized, but mentioned that there was nothing she could do for me.
Fortunately, on Monday, the real secretary came back from her holidays, and apologized for the delay, our referral letter was ready. We booked an appointment with the doctor for Wednesday.
The difference between the NHS and private healthcare is like night and day. Everyone was kind, nice, helpful and polite. They spoke to us like human beings. I could go on and on.
We've finally pinned down what is wrong with Baby O. I could talk about it here, but I think I'll save it for another post, this one is long enough already. But it all makes sense now. And since then, things have improved immensely.
She's back in day care on Monday, and I'm back at work (I also had a nasty ear infection last week).
It's been a rocky start to 2008, but I hope it's all behind us now !!