Yin and Yang

This morning really nailed it on the head for me - the best and worst of Britland.

I emerged hungover from bed and found bliss in the form on last night's leftover curry, a big cup of tea in my Dale Earnhardt travel mug, a cool breeze from the open window and my mandatory Saturday morning TV - Soccer A.M. (they even had Mr. T on today!).

I tought to myself. This, this right here - I will miss. The cold lamb vindaloo, the hot tea, the cross bar challenge. There is nothing like a Saturday morning - just heaven knowing the whole weekend lies ahead and you can avoid all the crowds and bullshiz by just lying on the couch, belly full - watching West Brom v. Everton is ya want to. Allz good...

Nope. Thumbing through the weeks mail I find a brown eveloe from TV Licensing people. The front of the envelop has uppercase red letters that read: IT IS AN OFFENCE TO USE A TELEVISION (wha - what?) RECEIVER WITH A VALID TV LICENCE.

I f'ing hate this. It costs me £139 a year just to HAVE a TV in my apartment.

Then don't pay the thing, Redneck - I hear you say. Well, the whole prosecution and £1000 fine don't sound like worth the risk.

Nothing more snarky to say than this bull shiz. I know the BBC has to be funded by something - but doesn't the 30% of my paycheck in taxes help? Man, it just puts me in a bad mood.

In other news - get this - I got laid off!

Yeah, for realz. I got given my one months notice at the job in Janaury. My last day Friday the 13th - long time readers of this blog now for certain *gasp* 'Oh noes! Not another job hunt!'

Yeah, that is what I thought to. But it a way that can only show one how far they have come in two years I got offered two jobs in the first four days of joblessness. When you are hot - you are hot. Vindaloo hot.

So, I started a new gig just on Wednesday. It is all good. Yin and yang.

Rx