why is it that cars are made hard to clean? Part Two

As posted yesterday I have stayed true to my word and have cleaned the other parts of my car.

As planned I have cleaned:

• The exterior paint work


• The glass inside and out


• The bits of paint work that cant be seen from the outside and that nobody actually cares about

Now I know this seems like a typical day, because it was but this is a MY blog and I will continue to fill it with this cr*p!

Anyway, after getting rid of most of the dirt from the car I proceeded to dry it with the Flash ™ car cleaning system. this I found had ran out of whatever makes it dry the car and so I had to pray it would work OK. It did. This can’t help making me think that we are getting ripped off. Manufacturers are telling us to buy stuff we don’t need and when we don’t need it.

I thought today I should enquire about the date that I can expect the results of by degree, now I really want to know just how bad I have done. I have e-mailed one of the staff and had no reply, typical! After much trawling of the Staffs site I found an address that I felt may prove useful, one e-mail later I found out that although the graduation ceremony is on the 17th July, we don’t get the results until the first week of July. They, unlike me must have great faith in the postal service because if the tickets get lost I am screwed (this is in no way a dig at the postal service, I understand that a large operation like this may have problems with lost post, especially if it comes from Staffs Uni which rarely send it to the correct address!).

This is not my main bug bear however, this is reserved for the fact that my mate got his results from Birmingham Uni today even though he finished two weeks after me, it begs the question what the hell are Staffordshire University doing with the results?

I am off to watch TV and then sleep!

Au revoir

why is it that cars are made hard to clean? Part One

That's right folks I have been cleaning my automobile ready for the long drive to the Lake District. This is a very unusual thing for me as those who both know me and have travelled in my car are only too aware that I rarely wash my car. The reason for this became apparent today, after the realisation that the car was so filthy that project clean would need to be rolled out over two days. The project was to be split as follows:

Day One: Interior
This would involve the polishing of all the leather and the plastic dash. This i found would be the hardest and most tedious part.

I started with the idea that i would work in a stair cleaning fashion i.e. from top to bottom, but this did not really work out. when the leather had been cleaned and it was time to start on the plastics, this i thought would be easy. How wrong i was... My doors have the most stupid pull handles ever thought out by man, they are just cavernous recesses in the door meaning the amount of fluff, hair and unimaginable s collect there. Opening the tray under the drinks holder revealed a puddle of 'Dark Water' and had to be mopped out, where this has sprung from is anybody's guess. Then it was time to vacuum. I took all of the mats out and then proceeded to clean them, this went fine as did the the rest of the accessible seats and carpet, but then it came to the bits between the seats and the centre console. Manufacturers of vacuum cleaners take note that I would pay big money for a cleaner that is capable of getting into these small gaps (a longer hose and thinner crevice tool would do!). So tomorrow heralds the day where I clean the outside, inside windows and engine bay.

I feel this will not be fun!

so long.

i never thought i would say this but... i miss staffs!

Yes that's right folks, for the last two years I could not wait to leave that University. It seemed such a cruel place, it was un-organised, most of the lecturers gave the impression that they wanted to be there as much as I did!

Now I have left however something has changed, everyday this feeling gets that little bit stronger to the point where I am writing this. Sitting in bed thinking about it now I cant help saying to myself I wish I was back there for one reason, yes the work was tough and the university just plain unhelpful but I miss the social aspect that it provided. Everyday I was forced to get out of my warm bed and drive for one whole hour to this place, but when I got there i would be greeted by people I liked to spend my time with an talk to (even if they, and I suspect a lot of them did, hate the moment that I walked into that final year project room.

I remember the most hated module of all 'Mathematics and Software Applications', this was the worst nightmare of anyone that I had spoken to yet I strangely enjoyed that hour on a Friday afternoon, we could spend one hour playing with the application known as 'MAPLE' (usually changing the colours of the 3D plains!) this to any normal person would be the equivalent of Vogon poetry (or a rusty nail through one's scrotum) yet I enjoyed it for the one reason that I could have a laugh with my friends!

I really do miss the laughs, and moans that we all shared during the random Subway trips, the meetings in the FYP room (to me the hub of the university) and MSN while trying to complete the many vaguely explained assignments. It is for this reason and this reason alone that I miss going to staffs everyday, to be perfectly honest if I could do it all again I think I would.

Well I hope the camping trip next week will help cure me of these ridiculous thoughts, although I can't help thinking that it may make them worse, but at least then I can attempt to find a job although:

1. Who is going to want to employ me? I know i wouldn't
2. It means I have got to make new friends!

BTW, If any of the old 'Subway' group fancy a sandwich and chat just say the word and I will be there or if any one would like to shed some light on the date on which we can expect the arrival of our results please do not hesitate to contact me!

Over and out.