Hi Peeps,
A few days ago, I got off a flight from Portugal with my family. As we walked through immigration, I kept up a running commentary about how selfish the git in front of me was with his suitcase. It was one of those drag along trolley cases and was about 4 feet behind him, directly in front of where I was trying to walk. This caused me to alternately walk bow legged or hop a lot. The git in question was engrossed on his mobile in what I assume was a call of earth shattering importance. Whatever it was about, he was sufficiently caught up in it as to be oblivious to the damage his case was wreaking on my shins.
Later, as we managed our way to the car park, I was still mumbling about what dark and special hells should be reserved for people whom inflict grievous bodily harm on innocent pedestrians with their luggage. However, once in the car park, I apparently took to moaning about the shockingly inconsiderate parking of some people; questioning how they passed their driving tests when evenly parking between two parallel white lines was beyond them. Once at the car, I turned to the lack of space provided in car parks that means that if like me, you reverse park into a space, it’s virtually impossible to negotiate bulky suitcases between the cars to the boot, especially when your neighbor is parked on the white line.
We were in the old Volvo and it had been playing up a little before our departure to Portugal. Wifey had complained
that the car had refused to start for her after it had sat just an hour in a Tesco’s car park. After 2 weeks rest in what apparently had been monsoon like conditions, I was expecting the worse. But the dear old Volvo started first time for me. I celebrated with a cry of “What a Machine”, beaming a huge grin. At this point, whilst small daughter rolled her eyes in disgust, Wifey looked at me and stated, “ you know, you are turning into Jeremy Clarkson.”
Empathy
I am sure this was meant as a terrible insult. In fact, I was quite pleased at the comparison. I am turning into Jeremy Clarkson and I think I like it.
I freely confess, I like the Jezzer. He and I are of comparable ages. We are both big blokes and although I have yet to swallow the beach ball he appears to have ingested, I fear that is coming too. We are both loud, opinionated and, obviously very sensible and clever men.
Another similarity we share is mechanical ineptitude. Despite being an engineer (although, in fairness, I am a Chemical Engineer. Not a clanky one), I am hopeless at all things mechanical. I enjoy driving cars, but know little about their inner workings. Beneath the bonnet is a strange world of pipes and tubes, wires and filters and in my opinion, generally best left alone to wiser men than me. I can hit things with a hammer. Sometimes this helps, but most times, I just sit back leaving it the the nice man in overalls.
In common with Jezzer, I am frustrated by the growing political correctness we are all subjected to. I want to be able to state the bleeding obvious without worrying about whom I am going to offend. I dislike politicians on principle, am unmoved by the plight of polar bears. And I prefer a nice warm steak to cold cuts.
Yes, I like Mr Clarkson, but despite all the similarities, where Jezzer and I seriously digress is in career choices. I am incredibly envious of his path through life. Sadly, I suspect he would be unimpressed by mine.
Career Choices
As an avid fan of the old Top Gear and more recently, the Grand Tour, I eagerly await new episodes and will happily
rewatch the old ones. I’m like a kid, drooling as I watch Jezzer; the old bloke with the funny hair and shocking taste in shirts and the midget, pratting about in cars I can only dream about. I love driving my Aston Martin. I have tried an R8, various Porches and a Maserati. But I fear I will never get to sample a Lambo, or a McClaren or a Ferrari. These are at least a possibility, but a Bugatti, or Koenigsegg or a Pagani Zonda? Ain’t going to happen. And if I did win the lottery, no one is ever going to pay me to drive these wonderful machines whilst racing across the continent, or The States or even N Scotland, with my chums. Yup, in the career choice, I have to hand it to Jezzer.
My Father used to say if you can find a career you enjoy, you will be happy for life, irrespective of how much you make. Suffice to say he hated his job. I used to enjoy my career. Traveling and living in various parts of the world, meeting different peoples, experiencing different cultures, generally not getting shot at. It was fun. These days it’s more a chore.
I used to like the traveling, but not now. Traveling is far from glamorous. Airport security just annoys me. I had long ago learned not to travel wearing a belt, watch, or thick soled shoes and to pack my lap top in the hold baggage. None the less, I was stopped in Manchester airport security the other day for having a tube of toothpaste in my hand baggage. I had forgotten to pack toothpaste so bought some at Boots, not considering the 100ml rule. Suffice to say, it was confiscated and I was given a severe looking at by the disapproving official. I have yet to hear of a plane being brought down by someone violently administering oral hygiene on the pilot. I suppose it could happen, but more likely by stabbing him in the eye with the toothbrush. I was allowed to keep that.
I hate trolley suitcases, I hate being surrounded by people shouting into their mobile phones and I hate paying inflated airport prices for nasty substandard food and plastic beer. What I object to most of all is the modern airport strategy of making me walk through a maze of duty free shops after security. Here I will be harassed by overly made up young ladies intent on sticking noxious perfumes up my nose. With a small daughter in tow it’s even worse, trying to drag her away from the enormous ‘airport special’ slabs of Dairy Milk and elaborate super-pack containers of Skittles; each of which has enough sugar to allow her to fly without the help of a plane.
No, air travel is not much fun and with the general Americanization of the World, once you get to where you are going, you are confronted with the same stores and restaurants. Better off staying at home.
Chums
I occasionally wonder what Jeremy would be like if you met him in a pub? I like to think, he would be witty and charming. Like me. Personally, I would like to have a beer with him, chatting and putting the world to rights as we scoff at the hash the politicians are making of, well everything really. I like to think we would get on fine and with a shared world view, become good chums.
But, I suspect, he probably gets a lot of hassle in pubs. I don’t envy his celebratory status. I have, fortunately, never had a phone thrust in my face for a selfie. I can I imagine it must get a bit wearing. In reality, I would never dream of interrupting him. It would be rude.
I guess we will never know and that’s probably a good thing as a subject Jeremy and I might disagree on, is electric cars. Mr C has said he will never waste an hour of his life having to charge an electric car. I used to wholeheartedly agree with him. But now, I find myself getting frustrated, awaiting the arrival of Wifeys new Tesla. It’s overdue. It should have been delivered by the end of July. Then the end of August. We are now told it will be end of September. But despite the delay, the charging point is being installed next week and I am eagerly awaiting its arrival. I keep saying it’s Wifeys car and I ‘tut’ at the mere thought of an electric car. But, whilst it might not be a Ferrari, it can out perform a host of great cars, including my AM as far as 0-62 goes. So, it has to be worth a shot. And on that bombshell……………
Graham
Your life reminds me of Seinfeld in how your frustrations are from the daily minutia. A good way to jazz up life is to write about it and find like minded people, so kudos in that regard. You could also probably use an exotic getaway or enjoy a nice sauna session. Be thankful that your woes are just from obnoxious air travelers and inconsiderate drivers, rather than poverty or natural disasters. Humour is very alleviating as well.
Thanks. That’s good company to be compared with. We had planned to go to Mexico for a few weeks this coming October. Sadly it was our first time trying a package holiday and the supplier, Thomas Cook may well be out of business before the end of today. No trip and a fight to get our money back. I think I will give up on holidays.
I am sorry to say but I am not familiar with JEREMY JACKSON. That said it is a good thing that you are able to vent out your frustrations and have fun to boot. I am a fellow fan of TOP GEAR as well. You have good taste.
You don’t know Jezzer? He’ll be devastated. Look at some of the early Top Gears. The tall, ape-like man, that’s Jezzer.
It goes without saying NO ONE IS PERFECT. Anyway I guess it is good that you can still find time to laugh and enjoy despite of having an issue or two. We all experience that whether we travel local or globally. At the end of the day what counts is you made the trip safe and memorable.
People will always be their own kind of people, I believe. Just with a bit of similarities tossed in between each for good measure enough to be chums with or have similar opinions with regards to some things they find agreeable or not. And yes I agree with you, doing something like a dream job of just doing the exact thing that you see yourself doing for the rest of your life…well…it will come to a point that even that will become more of a chore with your passion dangerously dying and come to hate it yourself. I wouldn’t want that to happen to me in any way, but who really knows. In any case, I do hope the Tesla arrives soon.
Still waiting for it. End of October now. At least the charger has been fitted, so I can look and stare a the charger and the car-shaped hole where the Tesla should be
Sorry about your experience with the Grit, a whole lot of people do this oblivion of the damage, they are causing the next person but I know you still enjoyed yourself.
I read your article and it had me in stitches..people could be annoying with their luggage..I doubt if some people even passed through driving school
Travelling was fun until 911..then security was tightened and travellers were treated like slaves..
It definitely got worse after 9:11. I remember missing a few flights until we all got used root he new regime
Sometimes I just don’t understand some people. They can be so weird but at the same time quite relatable. Anyways, love the new story and read until the end. Amazing content!
Thanks 😊
Graham, this is cool but why do you say that Air travel is jot fun when we have some peeps that can’t do without it.
Well I am not one of them. I spend too much time in airports and I really don’t enjoy it. I see it as a necessary evil.
Okay, Graham. Thanks for sharing the thought!😍
With all the odd experiences you had in this trip, I’m still sure you enjoyed yourself. Yeah, some people can be annoying when it comes with parking but I try to focus always on high points of my trips.
Nothing is as annoying as someone causing discomfort to others while oblivious to the whole thing. I can totally relate to your incident at the airport.
Do you think we should start a global campaign to ban these wretched trolley cases? the 4 wheeled ones are fine. Its the evil 2 wheeled versions that cause the problems.
This is exactly why I take Yoga. It helps me relax a lot in stressful or annoying situations.
Oddly enough, I take beer for much the same purpose 🙂
Drivers who park without considering the parking lines are simply the worst! I mean. how hard can it be?
You should try living here, in the middle east. Quite unbelievable at times, but don’t get me started. I’ll probably be deported.
I am not fully aware who Jeremy Clarkson is. But from the write-up I can conclude he is someone who liked complaining a lot?
Lets just say he is very firm in his opinions. I will find a link to show you what I mean. Possibly 🙂 Try this one https://m.facebook.com/watch/?v=379764255939062&_rdr
The Jeremy Clarkson comparison by your wife was spot on. Your demeanor sure reflected his in this post.
And I am getting worse apparently. All I need now are a short friend I can pick on and a hairy old guy with bad dress sense and the transformation will be complete 🙂
I am impressed by your passion for motoring. You should have been a mechanical engineer instead of a chemical engineer.
No. Mechy engineers are tedious creatures, stuck in engines and chunks of metal all day. Chemical engineers have far more scope making for moire interesting careers. Plus we tend to get paid more too
I like Jeremy Clarkson a lot. I think being compared to him is actually more of a compliment!
That’s how I took it. I was quite pleased 🙂
I’m glad we both share a love for the Tog Gear show. I have never missed an episode 🙂
Jeremy Clarkson would be the perfect drinking buddy! You would never get bored in his company.
I would be delighted to find out. I suspect there may be many heated arguments, but also many many laughs.
You are very knowledgeable when it comes to cars. I find it very admirable. I know nothing of cars for the life of me haha!!!
Not really. I like driving them, especially those at the top end of the performance range. I am not the best driver in the world. I just think I am. As for their inner workings, I have no clue.