Category Archives: Editorials

Indian call centres and International calling cards

Andre Arshavin keeps harrassing me whilst I’m out on my lunchbreak; well, a Russian chap giving out International calling card leaflets rather than Arsenal’s cheeky forward; but he looks just like him!!!

It’s a futile exercise these days; trying to tempt me with cheap overseas calling rates, purely because I no longer have a penchant for Yank bints………..shame the cards weren’t around 13 years ago when phoning America twice a day almost cost me a Kidney!

Furthermore, If I want to speak to an Indian relative I just phone Virgin Media after 8pm and it only costs 1p a minute. Why are employees in Indian call centres given ‘English’ names?!?? For our convenience? It’s offensive!!!

So far I’ve spoken to a ‘Peter’, a ‘Rupert’ and even a ‘Robert’ but no ‘Kevin’. Maybe it’s not a popular pseudonym in Mumbai yet???

Easter Eggs; the devils suppository?

It’s Easter Sunday; I’m working and surely going to hell for it?

The traditional coverage of the Easter Sunday Eucharist has been replaced by Formula 1 coverage: how ironic!!!!

A noisy and commercially corrupt concept that frequently changes it’s rules to appeal to a wider audience gets replaced by another?

And another thing; who has £6-£10 spare to buy a decent sized Easter Egg?!?? That’s obscene!

The 11th Doctor

I loved Doctor Who as a kid; Sylvester McCoy was the one I ‘grew up with’ but I also have a fondness for watching Tom Baker and John Pertwee; both of whom were (in my opinion) the best out of all those that have played the lead character.

I was ABSOLUTELY petrified of the theme tune until I was about 7 years old, now it sounds like ‘Open Keyboard’ night down at a community Christians club?

All things change and must move with the times (pun intended); however, I never expected BBC Wales to ‘sex-up’ the franchise as much as it has to alienate all but hard up women in their 20’s and 30’s; personally i was glad that David Tennant decided to quit and took his stupid gurning expressions with him!

I only watched the first ten minutes of the new series because I was tired; my only recollection this morning was that I felt Matt Smith looked more like 1950’s George McFly from ‘Back To The Future’ than the Doctor?

I signed on to Facebook this morning to find that the majority of my female ‘friends’ had predictably left status messages which confirmed Mr Smith could be an elligable bedchum; yawn.

Expect the producers to further tweek the programme format and relaunch it with an Eastenders style pub and give the doctor several Indie fiends who end up fucking each other for money, drugs and because the article in ‘Heat’ magazine told them to!

Wish they’d just cancel it; Doctor Who is shit now 😦

SEE!!!!!!!

Greenpiss

Wish I could be a benefits dosser like these Greenpeace activists outside my work.

I fancy a Kit Kat now too!

Four fingers….snigger.

———– update ———–

They’re protesting about Nestle destroying rain forests to acquire palm oil; yet the protesters are giving out the very same palm oil which Orang-utans are presumably dying for?

Most people here thought it was Nestle giving out free Kit Kats; so not very effective really.

It’s like playing activist bingo.

White person with dreadlocks. Check.
Old gnarled wool jumper. Check.
Posh accent. Check.

It’s boring, real activism involves things like when locals blew up the Dasani water plant that sucked their village dry in India.

BORING.

89438943 minute makeover.

Thought I’d throw up some photos and video that highlighted the amount of work that went into my room when Paul (my sisters chap) and I decorated last weekend.

As you can see, gone are the lime green/lemon yellow two tone colour scheme of old. Also gone is the hideous Frankenstein’s carpet effort which did it’s best to cover the original floorboards. And of course, gone are all the mismatched units purchased over a few years.

When I look back at this, it all seems worthwhile and I’d just like to thank Paul again for all the help he gave me; I could have done it without him, but it would have looked like Helen Keller had been let loose on some flat-pack furniture.

Now, ladies and gentleman, I give you…….chez Antikrish.

BEFORE

AFTER

GALLERY

There’s also a few piccies below which show the room at various stages.

Lucky number seven

I sit writing this particular entry in my newly decorated room (Gallery with images will appear on the site tomorrow sometime), it’s all rather glam I have to say.

Today is my Dad’s birthday, and it’s something of a tradition for me to enjoy the very simple things in life that my old man taught me were so important. I started the day having a longer lie in bed, listened to the blackbirds singing out in our back garden for a bit and then eventually got up, had a bacon sandwich…..actually, I had two but who’s counting? When I read that back it reminds me of lyrics to a Karen “I’ll show them I’m fat!!!” Carpenter song?

I had hoped to get out and head to the coast on the bike this morning, however Jack Frost and bike wheels aren’t the best of friends so I gave that a miss. In all honesty I still have so much stuff to put back into my room after decorating and need to get all that back in here; the contents of my bedroom have been languishing in the spare room since my little project began just over a week ago.

So right now I have all of my DVDs and games strewn out over my double bed; in true Antikrish O.C.D. stylee I have to evaluate them into rarely used, occasionally used and frequently used before I stick them up on the shelves. Having spoken to a few chums today I think I might actually be a bit odd doing this? I actually feel a bit reluctant putting all the stuff back in here; I no longer want all the crap cluttering things up. Plus, there are less expensive/cluttered ways of acquiring games and films these days??!?! Yoink, yoink, yoink.

Now I have popped the F.A. Cup footy on………I have a feeling that it’s going to be a day of happy procrastination………

Hope you all enjoy your Sunday, whatever you’re doing.

Happy birthday Dad 🙂 x