More "fun" on Bradford Road again last night.
Despite Laura at United Utilities (Tel: 07778 048008) telling us that Monday would be the sole day we would lose our gas, the company went ahead and turned if off again yesterday. It was eventually turned back on at 10.58pm and only because our heroic next door neighbour Barrington, Vanessa and I tore into them.
Vanessa challenged Laura who responded by lying again, Barrington then kicked her on the ground and I played a minor supporting role by arguing with some other patronising, slippery United Utilities bint who is certainly in the right job with the right company - and that is not meant as a compliment to either. B*stards. But, anyway, we're back on for now at least.
The really "good" news is that, once the gas people have finally filled in the holes in our increasingly infamous road, Leeds City Council are sending their boys round on 4 January to spend three weeks digging it up again. Is Jeremy Beadle definitely dead?
Thankfully Monday evening and the Pogues concert was a much more pleasant way to build up to Christmas. They really were excellent, probably the best I've ever seen them. Shane had three pints of Martini on the go at one point (before the accordion player did a flying leap straight into them) and finished up by downing a bottle of wine. But despite this, he still appeared remarkably sober (these things are relative, you understand) and the gig was all the better for it.
My mate John also seemed to have a good time and cut some incredible shapes into the floor of the Leeds Academy with his dancing, leaving a series of permanent and appropriate reminders of an excellent night.
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