Irrelevant Exam Results

Yesterday, I got my GCSE exam results. As everyone knows, as long as you're not so stupid as to leave school immediately after these exams, they're useless. My useless grades were:

Maths: A
English Language: A
English Literature: A
ICT: A
Science (Double course): BB
Statistics: B
Geography: B
RS (Short course): B
Design and Technology - Graphic Products: B
German: A hilarious C.

And that is the last I will need to speak of them.

I went to reading today to pick up a pair of shoes, and ended up grabbing a pair of dark grey-ish blue Vans slip-ons. I would normally avoid Vans, but at £20, I didn't see why I should avoid them further.

Of course, the place was packed because of all the smelly, muddy Reading Festival indie-kids. I hate those kids SO MUCH.

Screw you, Stumbleupon users. Screw you to hell!

Wow. I can't believe it's been a week.

NEXT TIME I GET A TOWER DEFENCE GAME ON STUMBLE UPON, HOSTAGES START DYEING.

Happy.

Today, I did not have a single moronic customer.

That makes me a very happy Jamie.

Although I did almost lose my swiss army knife forever, and I did spend 1.5 hours assembling a wheelbarrow without instructions.

"Holy Shite, Jamie. What Is That Monstrosity?"

This is a Renault Avantime


Someone at Renault must have thought "Why don't we make a coupé... based on the Espace MPV?!"

Because that would be a stupid idea, Renault man. No-one will buy it.

Actually, about 8500 people bought it, but sod-all (about 300) were sold in Britain. This makes it one of the rarest modern production cars in the country. This is why it is blog-worthy.

Wikipedia entry

And I Can't Find A New Battery On Ebay, Either.

This is my MP3 player:


I got a Sony Ericsson w880i a couple of months ago, and I've only just started using that Sony NW-A1000 again, and the battery only lasts about 5 hours.

This makes me very angry.

Nanny State

Okay. Please don't call me a mental, because I've heard that too many times today.

I had a thought a while ago about fingers. Yeah.

Have you ever thought about how many times schools try to nick samples of your fingerprints?

Age 6: At my first school, we did hand prints. Innocent hand prints.

Age 9: Second school. We set up a mini crime lab in the class. Everyone got their fingerprints "on file", so we could see who committed the fictional crime.

Age 13: My third school were a bit more up-front about it. They tricked us all into giving them our prints - through a proper fingerprint scanner - in order to replace library cards.

Now the government are enforcing it! Bobbies and all!
[via uruknet.de]

This is just wrong. Unless they're trying to stop a Blade Runner-esque situation occuring. That would scare the bollocks off of me.

Paranoia... Setting In... Can't... Fight... It!

They guys from Stupid Fucking Customers are on to me.