Author: Mosh

It arrived. Archetype. The new FF album. Oh wow. Sadly, I’ve not got the limited edition witha DVD (of which there are two, apparently), but I couldn’t find anywhere selling it online. It’s arrived 2 days before the release date, which is amazing from Play as their stuff normally takes an age to turn up.

OK, I’m off into town now. And the CDs in the back of the car are getting changed…

Fear Factory. Manchester. June 22nd. Tickets ordered.

WOO-HOO!

And I have the new album ordered, hopefully to arrive on Monday morning. I may skive off work to sit by the postbox.

OK, the company we lease our cars from was very helpful and faxed me through a letter that’s apparently good enough to get me number plates, along with my driving license for ID. You can’t just walk into somewhere and buy one any more, you see.

You need the vehicle log book and your driving license. Or passport and 2 recent utility bills. Or a DNA test. Or signed letter gifting your first-born to the management at the DVLC. Even if you’re taking a car with numberplates attached to have replacement numberplates put on. I mean, how stupid is that?

Anyway, I got the letter. Now I can’t find anywhere that’ll do numberplates! None of the major local garages to my house do them, and the place I was recommended to try is short of parts… he’s awaiting a delivery of perspex.

Good grief. I might just invest in some yellow and white paint and a black marker. At least nobody can unscrew that and pinch it.

Two new links (the first two) and the old ones again. I’d be grateful if you could click on each of them once. Then log onto a different PC and repeat the process. Then forward them all to your mates. Each unique click gets me 5 points and hopefully closer to a signed album! You don’t have to do anything once the pages load – just clicking the link is enough.

e-card

Record shop

Hi-def video

Lo-def video

Join the club

Thanks!

The security guard on the site I was working at today pointed something out to me… my rear number plate is missing. I don’t bloody believe this. The only thing saving me (possibly – they’re taking their usual time over getting back to me) from a fine from South Wales Constabulary Christmas Piss Up Fund (a.k.a. the Speed Camera Nazis) is the fact that the number plate on the car caught down there looks nothing like mine.

Now that number plate’s been nicked off my car.

I’m assuming it’s been pinched as there’s no damage round where it was, just a big mucky patch. Having said that, it looks like someone’s had a go at the front one – it’s been smashed. Still legible, though.

Now, I have no idea when it was nicked. I can only assume sometime after Saturday, I think, as that was the last time I know I was round the back of the car, changing CDs. I always reverse into spaces at car parks, so the back’s always hidden from view or I’d probably have noticed sooner.

I now await a court summons for driving away from a petrol station for not paying or something equally stupid. Damn thing could have been nicked anywhere between here and Newcastle, I think.

All I bloody need. Grr 🙁