The darkness

So another brief blogging hiatus comes to an end, normal reasons, been working like a bartender at Mardi Gras.

You see, what happened is there was an accident on the ferry, when driving over the little bridge between the dock and the boat, the boat moved, leaving two artics swimming wiv da fishes. As a result numerous safety checks abound and the boats are all delayed for about 6 weekd. This also extends to the tunnel, so I get to spend around 3-4 hours a night sitting in the Jewel of the North looking at all the shell-suited Essexian booze shoppers. Joy.

Last night was like this, 3 and a half hours sitting in Calais. I finally left there at 4.30 am instead of my traditional 1.00. Of course I was over the moon about this, safe in the knowledge that I would arrive in Paris just perfectly in time for the busiest two hours of the 24 hour rush hour period.

I was, however, delayed even further by this:



Yup, headlights. One of the bastards decided to blow on a particularly dark section of motorway. So I had the opportunity to play with Mercedes best "Easi-fit" headlight system. For "Easi-fit" read "Easi-fit-if-it's-during-the-day-and-you-can-see-what-you're-doing" I mean honestly, how often do headlights blow during the day? And how the fuck would you know about it until it's dark? Suggestion, vehicle manufacturers: Just behind the headlight unit, install a refrigerator-type on-off light so that people can actually change them. All I managed to do was pull the whole unit apart and short out the high-beams. In the snow. At that point I discovered that my replacement bulb kit seems to contain replacement bulbs for an entirely different type of vehicle. Or perhaps a bike. Cue a 200 mile drive with one-quarter of available headlight power. Gits.

I also have some news about the wheels of justice, and how slowly they grind. I wil talk about that another time when things are sorted though to avoid prejudicing the case. But we hope it's good news for Ribby.