Snobbery and intolerance (mine)

As the ship is a little bit more stable today, with the mortgage paid for the month, I can turn my attention to other pressing matters for the subject of today's blog.

The first of two subjects concerns the marked prevalence of mobility scooters. OK, there ARE those who may be justified in their use of these unregulated death-traps but recently I have noticed that the elderly, fat and plain lazy owners/drivers are on the rise. Even in supermarkets, Asda in particular, which is becoming more of a chavs theme park, a day our for families on benefits, the supply of mobility scooters for the use of customers is encouraging those who just can't be arsed walking like the rest of us to mount up and charge around the store ignorantly blocking aisles and causing general mayhem. It's the fat blobs that I object to, squeezing themselves into the seat of their scooter like pouring porridge in a sock then slowly buzzing about, often blocking roads, like the bloated insects they are. Why is this form of motorised transport completely unregulated? Anyone with more than three limbs, over twenty-five stone or under eighty should have to carry their legitimate disability accreditation or have their scooter instantly confiscated.

The second, not completely unrelated subject, concerns swimming in a communal pool. For some reason, we, in the UK, cannot seem to be able to offer a clean and enjoyable experience when visiting either a public or communal swimming pool. Public pools are the worst with all manner of human dregs  clogging up the water like a festering deformed human soup. I attended the pool at the holiday camp where we have a caravan today to spend some time with Ed, who loves swimming. There are always those who enjoy and respect the facilities but there are also those ignorant tossers who make the visit a chore to endure. I'm surprised that there wasn't a scummy orange ring around the edge of the pool considering the amount of fake tan apparent and also equally surprised that some of the swimmers remained afloat with the amount of rolled gold, Elizabeth Duke apparel on show. One woman must have been taking on water rapidly bearing in mind the number of piercings on show. Unfortunately I had to stay for an hour and have to take Eddy back tomorrow. I think I'll take a shit early on and get the pool to ourselves.

OK, rant over for now. It's the Edstanator's birthday tomorrow. I hope he has a good day as Emma and the boys have really tried hard to do as much to make it so as they can.

Todays picture is Hitler meeting an alien.