Category Archives: Rants

Shitroen Saxos

I’ve just received a threatening phone call from a chav! How cool is that???

This little scroat phoned several times with his number witheld, and hung straight up each time I answered. He had the balls to speak to me just the once, where he threatened to ‘come round my house and kick my head in’.

Bless him.

He even owned up again to driving a Saxo, what a knob. This tosser has been emailing all day and posting on the website about Saxos. Does he know I can trace the IP? Does he know that threatening phone calls are illegal? Does he know that the mobile company can also trace the call?

Who cares, this was the best laugh I’ve had all day.

Malcolm Williams, where’s my car?

Seems my BMW Z3 has been fixed by the Hillcroft Garage in Langstone, Newport, finally. I contacted the recovery section of their outfit, called Hillcroft Recovery, to arrange for the car to be delivered as it’s declared off the road and I cannot drive it.

All’s good, however I received a call minutes later to notify me that the car couldn’t be released as there is a fee to pay to the value of 175 quid for the repair to the radiator.

This I thought was a little odd, if not expected. You see I arranged through the insurance company’s engineer that the cost of the radiator repair would be free as a result of all the shit I’ve been through having my car stolen from the garage in the first place. That’s the only reason I agreed to the repair of the car through them, or I’d have taken it to BMW and had the job done properly.

Of course now Malcolm Williams wants to go back on his agreement and try and scab some money out of me, even after all this time and the trauma of having my car stolen from them.

He’s a thieving bastard, and he’s not going to get away with this. Are the Hillcroft Garage and Hillcroft Recovery just a bunch of crooks? Time will tell, then so will I, right here!

The spector of Joslin

You may remember a previous rant about how utterly useless my predecessor, Darren Joslin was?

Even now, two years on from replacing this retarded baboon, I’m still having to clean up his stinking mess. What now? Well, seems the free hosted sendmail script he used on EVERY SODDING website has been altered, thus all of the website he built don’t work any more.

I’ve already had one client phone up wondering why their contact form doesn’t work, and I’m expecting a LOT more. This is really pissing me off. Why must I continue to clean up after this toss hole???

Even came across another school girl error of his today. You CANNOT use VB Script in a HTML file, dumbass! The useless gimp, everything he’s built should be wiped clean from the Internet.

Thieving gypsy bastards

I’ve just had a phone call from an engineer appointed by Royal Sun Alliance insurance company who was asked to look at my car, finally.

As you might remember from a previous blog, my car was stolen from the Hillcroft garage in Langstone, Newport, after being dropped off on a flatbed when the radiator blew.

BMW Z3 stolen from the Hillcroft Garage, Langstone
BMW Z3 stolen from the Hillcroft Garage, Langstone

This is really starting to piss me off, big style. Seems the garage is suggesting that the engine was knackered before it was stolen, and driven the 40 miles to Bristol. This means, that according to the insurance company I would be liable for 50% of the cost for a new engine.

What a crock of shit!

However, if I have a ‘reconditioned’ engine, which the Hillcroft conveniently have on stand-by, I wouldn’t be liable for any of the cost.

I can’t have the car written off, because I’m not the client of Royal Sun Alliance. Oh no, instead I can have the value of the car given to me, minus the salvage value of the car. This would leave me with a car with no engine, and some cash.


The engineer only phoned me because he was tired of waiting for the Hillcroft to do it, which they kept saying they would. Of course, they had no intention of doing that.

I didn’t mention before that this ‘break in’ at the garage back in July also involved the garage’s safe being stolen, and their cheque stubs going missing… just as they approached their end of financial year.

Anyone smell fish? Can I hear the words ‘inside job’?

I’m going to have to get a solicitor involved, I bloody know it. I can’t believe the cheeky bastards are trying to suggest that the engine was knackered before the car was stolen. They didn’t even look at the damn car before it was nicked.

Work-shy, thieving gypsy bastards!

Tonight with Trevor McDonald

I just received an email from Friends Renuited asking for people to appear on the ITV show ‘Tonight with Trevor McDonald’. The email contained the following paragraph:

ITV’s ‘Tonight with Trevor McDonald’ programme wants to interview Friends Reunited members about how life has turned out after leaving school.

The producers are trying to find out what difference going to College/University after school makes. If you are a university graduate who’s struggled to get a job or if you left school at 16 and now run your own business, the producers are particularly interested to hear your story.

Now, this has really pissed me off. Why? Simple, they’ve already made up their mind about the kind of program they’re going to make, and the conclusion to their show. That’s why they’re looking for ‘failed graduates’ and ‘self made school leavers’. That’s not journalism, or documentary film making. No, it’s propaganda of the worst kind.

Here’s our conclusion, now let’s back it up with some one sided interview footage.

I expect better from Sir Trevor. I would have thought he of all people would have no part in this kind of film making.

My car, my car, my kingdom for MY car!

This is my first real rant, which is in essence what this site has been created for – but I’ll keep it short to break you in gently.

Right, I went to Manchester in July for a reunion with Uni pals, and a serious bender. All went well, if not a little dark at times. It was the return trip where things started going pear shaped.

I drove back down the M6 on the Sunday, ignoring the Motorway warning signs declaring the road ahead shut. Not delays now, shut. Can’t be, surely?

Oh yes, it was shut. Seems that there was a major crash in-between two junctions, and everyone had to get off at Stoke on Trent and divert through there. Wouldn’t have been a problem, only there were road works there constructing a new bypass to cope with all of the frequently redirected traffic. It took me hours to get within touching distance of the Stoke city centre, when I noticed the car in front was smoking badly. I barely had time to laugh loudly when I heard a bang, and my car stopped.

It was my car that was smoking. Arse biscuits.

BMWs are not supposed to break down. I had to wait over 2 hours for the AA to show up, only to tell me what I already knew in that the car couldn’t be fixed at the roadside as the radiator was shattered.

I then had to wait for a truck to take me the rest of the way back to Newport , South Wales . It was 4:15pm when I broke down, and gone 9:00pm before the truck arrived due to the traffic.

Sodding hell or what?

We arrived at my garage of choice, in Newport at just after midnight where I left my car. This is where it gets really bad, pay attention. I returned the next day after work, having borrowed my dad’s car – complete with lecture on the stupidity of going to Manchester for nothing more than a piss up. I dropped my keys off at the garage, the Hillcroft garage in Langstone, for your reference, and returned home.

Just after 1:00am that night I received a phone call from the garage (boy they work late I thought) only to be told that they’d had a break in, someone had taken the keys I’d dropped off a few hours earlier and my car had been stolen.

Oh, it’s getting good now… but it gets even worse yet.

So my BMW Z3, complete with broken radiator, has been nicked? No problem, might be a blessing, I needed to sell it anyway. After contact with the insurance company I felt better, as they were going to ensure that I received the money for the car by pursuing the garage and their insurance company.

Sadly, the estranged wife got wind of this, and as the policy was in her name, she instructed the insurance company not to speak to me.


That’s right, I now couldn’t talk to them, as she was trying to claim the insurance money… on MY CAR!!! Naturally I cancelled the direct debit. What use is paying for insurance I can’t claim, on a car I don’t have?

About 2 months ago I received the most unexpected phone call of all; the police had found my car!

I know; I was shocked as well. However this has kind of stuffed things up a bit, as I’ve since bought another car. Plus, and this is the worst bit; the garage have had the car sat in their workshop since then, refusing to touch it until their insurance company decide what they’re going to do with regards to fixing it, or writing it off and paying me the cash. Naturally, they’re not doing anything.

So my car is in limbo, the garage is failing superbly to do any work and their insurance company can’t be bothered to do anything at all, the whole while I’m down around £6K or one BMW Z3. Maybe I’ll get it back before Spring 2007, so I can sell it for the Summer. It’s a convertible remember, and they don’t sell well during the Winter.

Lessons learned here? Don’t ignore Motorway signs, insure your own car and never get married. Also don’t use the Hillcroft garage in Newport, or Royal Sun Alliance as an insurance company. At least I’ve taken something from it.