"He tried to cuddle with me after we hooked up and i just looked at him and said why are you still here?"

Sunday, 28 November 2010

Review: The Goodwill Shop, Rogerstone

The Goodwill Shop
37 St John's Crescent
Rogerstone
Newport
NP10 9EY

**

We knew it was a bad sign when they opened a charity shop in the village. It always signals the beginning of the end for small communities. Shortly afterwards, the takeaway shut down. Now we have an overpriced Co-operative, a grocers of questionable quality, and 2 hairdressers.

We gave them a chance, though. We donated a lot of stuff when they first opened and my grandmother (who lives on the same street) went in there regularly.

But... there are so many issues...

Firstly, the staff.

I have had one woman (I think she may be the manager) actually sort through my stuff and give me back things that they did not want. Listen, love, you take everything or get nothing with me. Consequently, they now get nothing.

Then there is this other woman... My mother went in to pick something up (I forget what it was now) and when she asked how much the item was, the woman said £1.50. Mom said fine and started sorting out the money. Then woman then said "You can have this too" and passed her a hideous cooking utensil set. Mom said OK, whatever, though she did not actually want to utensil set. She gets to the till and the woman goes "That'll be £3.00 then". When mom asked her to clarify, it was established that the item the woman was "giving" to her was actually costing her £1.50. Mom caused great offence by saying she did not want it.

Then a couple of weeks ago, mom walked past and saw a musical instrument in the window. She went in and asked the price and the (same) woman said to make an offer. She offered a fiver and the woman said she would have to offer more. They eventually settled on £8. At the till again, mom opened her purse, the woman lent over her, looked inside and said "oh we'll have that tenner". Mom was a bit put out by this but agreed (remember - this was AFTER a price had been agreed). The woman also said "Give me all those coppers too" and mom felt forced to empty out her purse.

A quick side note... My mother is an Italian immigrant and she does not have the same forceful nature that I have. This woman's attitude with me would have resulted in her being told - very graphically - where to shove the musical instrument. Add this to the fact that mom was mugged last year and she recently suffered a stroke which has affected her memory and this woman was behaving totally inappropriately.

But it went further.

The woman had the nerve to say "Oh I know you're rich and can afford more than this". Mom said "Look, I am a poor widow living on a small pension". The woman (get this! Fucking cunt) said "I bet you killed your husband for his money. I know your sort". My father, a factory worker, died of a heart attack at the age of 45, leaving my mother with two kids under 16 and a third in the second year of uni.

Mom walked out (livid) and told her mother what had happened. My nan refused to go in again. She then told my sister who promised the same and me, who never liked the musty place full of broken crap anyway.

Late last week, my mom saw a soda syphon thingy in the window (I like my bar accessories) and we walked down there to have a look. It was too expensive so I did not bother even going inside but while we looked, the staff didn't half give us some dirty looks through the window.

And this wasn't the end of it!

Late last week, my mom was walking to my nan's and happened to walk past the shop. She got about 20 yards further up the road when she heard "OI! YOU! OI! YEAH YOU! GET BACK HERE!" Mom turned back to be faced with the same vicious old witch. The woman said "Get in here and spend some money!" Mom snapped back" No! I've learned my lesson and left my purse at home" and promptly walked away.

They've lost our business.

But it's not just the staff!

The prices! A "health grill" (used) for £8??? You can buy a George Foreman from Amazon brand new at that price! Hideous lamps for a tenner, even more hideous tea services for 20 quid. Rip off. And don't get me started on the time they tried to auction off a sewing machine. What these people don't realise is they are a charity shop that gets donations from good-hearted members of the public. They are not an antiques shop.

And wanna know something weird? They call themselves a charity shop but I thought all charities had to be registered with the Charities Commission. Guess what? No record of them... Now I'm not accusing them of scamming people but isn't that a little strange?

So why 2 stars? Because my mom once saw a filthy Chinese-style jewellery box in the bargain bin for 30p. She bought it for me because I collect that kind of stuff. A quick google search established that it is worth $450. Even our Chinese herbalist was impressed...

Saturday, 20 November 2010

A timid return to dating

This has been allowed to naturally develop. It's been over 2 years since I broke up with my last serious boyfriend. I haven't really bothered with men because my education and travelling have been much more important.

Then I met this guy...

He's the one I refer to as my stalker-man.

I started thinking about it and the only reason he was behaving the way he was was because he really liked me. It freaked me out a little as I have never had anyone just totally go for me before so I was unsure how to handle it.

I tried avoiding him but the more I thought about it, the more he grew on me.

He is actually quite handsome. OK he's tattood (don't like tattood men) but he looks after himself physically and he has a good job.

I thought what the hell... might as well give it a go. I think he is someone I will have to keep under strict control but I am tough so I can handle it.

Of course, now I have the stress of dating, sex with a new man (when is ideal??? Everyone has a theory on this one...), meeting his friends, etc. And what if he can't cope with my idiosyncrasies? Not everyone can handle a super-opinionated strict vegan who likes to travel and hit on Russian men...

We'll see though...

Thursday, 18 November 2010

Review: Newport Station Part 2


*

I have resisted reviewing the new station so far but I have been bitching almost constantly about it since it opened on Twitter (Oh I tell a lie, I posted about the Ryder Cup when that was seriously pissing me off).

So anyway, the station has been open a little while now and all I can do is find faults. I don't even know where to start...

OK...

Car parks. The front car park is tiny. OK, it is only a drop off point but when the taxi drivers insist on using it for their breaks as well as having their whole huge rank, it kind of offends me. The spaces are all compact. I have a big car. Anyone wanna park up for me? The turn into the car park is far too sharp. Again, I have a big car and have ended up catching my wheels a few times on the curb. So... I only use the back car park. Have any staff actually noticed the horrible state of the entry way? It is ruining my suspension. The floor is also super slippery leading up to the steps to the back when it rains. Yes I have already fallen over there.

So you get inside. The front entrance has three ticket windows, one of which is never in use. And why oh why do they never give me change when I buy my niece's ticket to Cardiff? Nice little scam they have going there... 3 ticket barriers. You're lucky if 2 are usable. The back. A man with a mobile ticket machine. If you ask him for a ticket and you are under the age of 18, he sends you to the big ticket machine. Why???

As for the bridge? From the sky, it looks like a huge uterus. Lovely. You have twice as many stairs as before and the bridge is much longer than the original. They have these raised metal things that were the same colour as the floor. On day one, a woman fell over one of them. They are now covered in tape. And the best thing? The roof leaks. Not just a little trickle. It was like a river on the bridge last Thursday. Modern design, my arse!

They did nothing with the platforms. On platform one, you have to walk quite far with no cover to the trains and on 2/3, there is no decent shelter so the benches are always soaked. I can't wait for the snow when I will absolutely freeze waiting for my delayed train to Cardiff every morning. Also, not sure if anyone else has noticed but if you are coming from Cardiff and are at the back of the train, there is a fucking big jump between the train and the platform. Not so safe for old people...

But the best thing? The trains are still overcrowded and delayed and the majority of the staff are still surly with commuters. What's the point? After three and a half years of this crap, I have decided to start driving to work again so wont be using the station for much longer. I am sure they wont miss my £55 a month.

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Last week's Graze box

Has taken me a while to deal with this one because I knocked out one of my gold teeth a week last Sunday and, though I have had it put back in (not by my regular dentist... grr), I am limited in what I can eat still. Honestly, I've only had a bit of this one so far...

Himalayas and beyond was really nice. Love mix was OK. I like pistachios (though not eaten any of these yet), and fiery seeds will have to be used in cooking.

But Graze... WHY would you inflict two lots of Goji berries on us in one box??? That's cruel and unusual punishment.

Sort it out.

As usual, to get your own free Graze box, click here and enter code 7F1PV2DL

Been a while

I've just been so busy. I had to make time up at work in order to get time off at Christmas because I slightly messed up my holiday bookings. Then, of course, there is the general getting ready for Christmas, start of a new term at uni (spending today catching up on reading), avoiding stalker-man, and dealing with Courtney who has completely lost it (see my other blog for details).

I am going to try to do better and post at least once a week from now on.

In other news, I won on a lottery scratch card in work, won a box of chocolates in work, and then won on the Euromillions. I can't retire just yet but getting a little closer...

Ooh they have opened a David and Goliath shop in Cardiff and (allegedly) a Hawkins Bazaar in Newport (though I am yet to see it myself). Maybe it's not all so bad...

Thursday, 4 November 2010

I'm all confused

I've been posting about my stalker-man on my other blog quite a bit. I won't cover it all again but he basically keeps watching me and it's freaking me out.

What is bothering me now is part of me is thinking I should just do him. I've been single a while and he's not totally hideous... OK he's short and I try to avoid short men. He's a stalker which is not great... But he's not bad looking. He obviously likes me, though has a funny way of dealing with it.

I guess the decider has to he whether he has a tiny penis or not.

But I can't go up to him and go "Oi, mate, how big's yer cock?"

Actually...

There's an idea....

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Not at all creepy?

With blogspot, you can see what search terms bring people to your blog. Most of the time you get really mundane stuff (though it is funny to think of all the poor souls who end up here after searching for bus timetables...).

So I check once a day to see what people are searching for and then I can adjust my blogging to meet their criteria. ie, I have recently had a lot of Russians end up on here searching for info about Edith Piaf. I've already posted enough about her so instead I am posting more Russian-oriented stuff. Nothing major. Just shows I am paying attention.

Anyway...

I would like to show you what brought someone to my blog today -


So "someone" actively searched for people saying ASDA are shit. Hmm... I wonder who that could be? And should I be totally freaked out about big businesses spying on me?

I think it is rather terrible that they actually pay someone to actively search for "ASDA +shit", "ASDA +wankers" and "ASDA +crap".

It's quite funny. After all the time I have spent trying to resolve this issue with my broken TV, moments after voicing my anger publicly, I had ASDA customer service tweet me for my email address so they could look into it. When I enquired as to what they expected to do after they previously had not resolved it, they again asked for my email address and said they would look into it.

Well guess what?

They are not getting my email address off me. I view that as an invasion of my privacy. I am also not going to be intimidated into backing down on this one. Again, ASDA had the chance to resolve this and they did not because I was just some customer in Wales. Well. As it happens, I am some customer in Wales who has a very loud voice and the conviction to fight a cause to the bitter end. If I did not have my blog, I would be sitting here, seething about the lack of consideration they give to their loyal customers. I wonder how many others feel like that and they don't have a chance to complain.

Never setting foot in ASDA ever again. Neither is my mother or my sisters. I am working on the rest of my family and my friends (plus, of course, my dear readers on both here and twitter).

Bad publicity is so much more powerful than good, you know...

Graze box - 03/11

This week we have...

Pitted Kalamata olives with herbs

Italian stallion (physalis, green raisins, cranberries, and blueberries)

Americas nut mix (brazils, pecans, almonds)

Savoury roasted seeds (pumpkin and sunflower).

I am enjoying it all as I type...

Don't forget, to get your own free Graze box, click here and enter code 7F1PV2DL

ASDA = officially shit

I bought a TV from Asda last August and to be honest, it was never great. The picture was always a little distorted but I watch so little TV that I put up with it. Then the DVD player (which I did use) packed up a couple of months ago.

So...

ASDA, being a major supermarket, would carry the same 2 year guarantee that Tesco do, yes? No. Only one year.

Called them.

They were not interested in resolving the matter.

They were given ample opportunity to provide good customer service but chose not to.

Therefore, this is the official start of my hate campaign against ASDA.

I will never shop there again and I will take the time to post about EVERY SINGLE bad experience I have ever had in ASDA.

Strap yourselves in. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.