Chair today, gone tomorrow

Some time ago I was contacted by a copper about the mysterious disappearance of my ex wife’s father’s chair, from my house. The useless copper insisted he was going to do something about the disappearance of this chair, from my house, despite the fact that it was MY HOUSE and I hadn’t reported anything missing.

Obviously he didn’t actually do anything… shock horror, as we all know the police are utterly useless. But then, what could he do? The chair was dumped in my house… mine!!!

Well, if this photo is anything to go by, the chair has resurfaced, though I’m not sure where. Maybe this is in Cardiff, maybe it’s in Manchester, maybe it’s in Nantes, London, Berlin or Kenya. Who knows where this is, or if indeed it’s THE actual chair. All we know is this: it’s a chair, and it’s NOT in my house.

The chair

Damage to my BMW that Royal & SunAlliance haven’t fixed

I took these photographs of my car the other week with a view to eBaying the bastard because I’m fed up waiting for the wankers at Royal & SunAlliance to actually fix it, like they should have done 15 months ago last July. You can see the damage to the back of the car and the ariel that has been ripped off. Both of these things need fixing, but RSA just can’t seem to be arsed god bless ’em.

I guess it must be difficult, fixing a car that you’re responsible for and you’ve admitted liability for and you’ve stated that you will actually fix within a 2 year timescale. Maybe they’re waiting for it to rot away so there’s no evidence?

Whatever the reason, the fact remains that my car isn’t fixed and Royal & SunAlliance are still dragging their feet over doing the work. I can see me leaving this in my will for my descendants to get fixed.

BMW rear end

BMW ariel

I guess what we’ve learned from all of this is: If you want to use an insurance company that does fuck all when you’re car is stolen, use Royal & SunAlliance. They’ve their own special brand of ‘We couldn’t give a twat’ philosophy.

I certainly will never use them for anything and I urge anyone who actually expects an insurance company to ‘act’ when you need them to do the same.

The Rugby World Cup

There’s nothing like a Rugby World Cup to bring together people from different nationalities in a unified love of, well, getting absolutely twatted in an Irish bar. As this photo demonstrates, I have consumed enough Guinness to win a variety of Guinness merchandise and to pose for a photo with a guy I had never met, nor do I know who he is now.

Obviously we got on in O’Neils, though what we had in common I do not know. Perhaps we were both utterly wankered. That seems a likely scenario.

Rugby, what a game.

Rugby World Cup

Mr Daz phones the police: The Video

You’ve waited a long time for this, and the wait is finally over. Presenting the video of when I telephoned the police from outside the house of my ex wife’s father in an effort to get them off their arse and actually come out to retrieve my property, as they said they would do a week before.

This was originally posted some time back as a podcast, but now you can actually watch the full motion video of the event.

This video will be followed shortly by the main event of me attempting to break into my house with a crowbar and then having to deal with the police, who did eventually turn up.

That’s for later though, for now, watch the video. If you like it, post a comment or share it with friends!

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