Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label abuse. Show all posts

Thursday, 28 February 2013

My Volvo V40

Well, I have owned this car for a little over 2 weeks now and so far?

It's nice.

It's nice to look at, it's nice to drive, it's nice to be in, it's nice and comfortable, it's nice and relaxing, it's nice and fuss free, it's gear change is nice, it's handling is nice, economy is nice, the heated leather seats are nice, and hold you in a nice way, the visibility is nice, the heater is nice.

I can't say anything bad really.

Except one thing.

It's nice.

Don't get me wrong, I like the car. It is hard not to. But I like it in the same way I like not having the clap.

It is a lot of car. It has enough toys to keep anyone happy. It has nice features like the light you home headlamps, and the little plastic clip on the windscreen for holding parking tickets.
I can get in it knowing that it will work. It's a Volvo for christ sake. As long as it has an engine and 4 wheels, it will work. It is not an unpleasant car.

But, it isn't fun.
The Vitara I had was fun. No matter where I drove, I did so with a smile on my face. The Vitara was fun to drive, fun to be in, fun to look at, fun knowing that despite having a foot of snow on the roof, it will still start and go. I got in it with a smile on my face, and I got out with a smile on my face. I put that car through hell and back, and it just laughed back with that look of 'Let's do it again' about it. The exhaust got ripped off in blaenau ffestiniog, and it charged down the M5 sounding like a WW2 fighter bomber. I had ear defenders on my head, and I still had a smile on my face.

I don't get that fun factor in the Volvo, but to be fair, a Volvo isn't meant to be fun. It's meant to be,
Well....


Nice.

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Hamster

Today I aquired a pet hamster.
Purely by accident, I didn't go out to buy one. I didn't buy this one. But when you go round someones house, and they laugh and joke about getting a hamster by accident, and how they are waiting for it to die, even naming the hamster 'not dead yet', I just had to step in.
Yes it's a hamster, yes you can get them for a couple of quid. But still it's an animal. A living and breathing creature.
So they gave it to me, along with a massive bag of sawdust, and a tiny bag of food.
I got it home and after seeing the kids off I cleaned out the meagre little cage that it was calling home.
There was dried in shit covering the built in wheel, they had used the cotton type bedding which is dangerous for hamsters. And the plastic was filthy. So I sat the now renamed hamster (Pepper by the way, as she is pure white and my daughter said she looked like the mints I ate. (peppermint imperials)) into the bowl of a salad spinner, and got to work with some hot water and a rag. By the time I had finished, the cage was much cleaner, but in my opinion it is far too small for the hamster. So maybe tomorrow, I will go into the loft and dig out my small aquarium and convert it into a habitat for the little mite. Will also grab some measurements from the aquarium so I can fit a table in there.
No idea how old she is, but a rough guess would put her at 2. She will enjoy whatever life remains in her.