Thursday, 22 March 2018

Disneyland - The Return

I swore I would never go to Disneyland Paris again after this experience, but guess what...yes, I am going again.

Of course there is a fair and reasonable explanation for this - my youngest daughter loves to dance and has been with the same dance school since she is 4. Last year the school asked who wanted to go and dance at Disneyland? My daughter obviously said 'Me' loud and here I am again, going to Disneyland. I couldn't say no, could I?
Lola at Disney the first time around, don't be fooled by that smile, the people dressed up in costumes terrified her for the whole trip

So here I am again, preparing to trudge around loads of shops and eat stupidly pricey food, the only upside is we are only there for 2 nights and two days, then I am off to Paris for a girls trip with both my daughters. This, I am very excited about.

So, roll on the weird smelling hotels, the lack of tea and coffee and making facilities in the bedrooms, and no volume control on the TV, I am ready for you.

But there is something I don't understand. Why does everyone seem to love all things Disney? I just don't get it.

There are a couple of Pixar movies I think are OK, and Dumbo is excellent, but all the merchandising and nonsense that goes with it, just angers me. Can you not see you are being ripped off?

No, I do not want to wear Minnie Mouse ears.
No, I do not want to buy figurines, Christmas decorations, balloons, pens or anything with a Disney character on.
And what you did to Winnie the Pooh and friends, well, AA Milne would literally be spinning in his grave. Unforgivable (I love Winnie the Pooh, I am not made of stone).

I know adults, without children who go to Disney, I assume this is to escape the day to day, but why don't you go to a beach to do that, then you don't have to listen to Disney tunes all day, played everywhere in the park. Disneyland is just a massive shop with a few crap rides, And, spoiler, it's not magical, or have any magic in it. You will not get your youth back when you visit.

I suspect this is yet another thing I am grumpy about, but it just feels so wrong, people have to take extra rolls, meat and cheese at breakfast to have for lunch as it's so expensive. That just doesn't seem right.

If it rains there is only limited stuff you can do inside, unless you want to pay yet more money.
Nope, it's not that I'm grumpy, it's that I am baffled, baffled that this is what people want to spend there money on, when you can go into Notre Dame for free (where the hunchback of Notre Dame is based), or any museum in the UK. It is only nine euros to go into the Louvre and seven for the Eiffel Tower. Wouldn't you rather do that than be trapped at Disney?

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Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Moto Heart

As it's world poetry day...:)

Moto Heart

Moto moments
Miniscule happenings
Small stuff
Clogging up the
Big cogs
Small blocks
Making shapes and
Big bluff

Tick tock
Bump bump
Thump thump
Hello heart
Never noticed
Until stop…

© J.Langan  January 2010 updated March 2018

Thursday, 15 March 2018

Five more things that make me grumpy

As always, I remain grumpy.

Here are a few more things to add to the list of infuriating things that make life just a little bit more difficult. If you would like to read some of the other things, here are just a few examples - here, here and here
  1. As I write this I am in a telephone queue waiting to speak to Ikea, not to complain but to just get some wheels for my office chair, that I foolishly didn't buy at the time I bought the chair. First grumpy thing, is hold music, and the inane things that they say during your hold duration. So far Ikea have played me Mamma Mia (Obvs), and then randomly, Just a small town girl, this is interspersed with  'thank you for holding'. Earlier this week, I had to call the doctor for an appointment. First challenge is to actually get through to the hold music, which at the doctors is generic nothing music as they haven't the money to pay the royalties for real music, this is interspersed with tales of booking appointments online (you can't, there are never any available there either) After 20 minutes of this your forehead will be on a table and you will be weeping. Oooh Ikea have just changed to Waterloo... exciting (Imagine my face as grumpy cat right now)!
  2. Number two is how people speak to old people in hospital. My Dad had a brief visit yesterday to hospital and my Mum spent the last few months of her life in hospital. Both my Mum and Dad, I would say, had/have above average intelligence and are both articulate and bright. Sadly, both my parents became hearing impaired with old age but couldn't 'get on with' hearing aids, so you do have to speak loudly to them. I get that, but it doesn't mean you need to treat them like children. Now my Dad has dementia, however, I find the more I speak to him (as clearly and loudly as I can without shouting) the more engaged he becomes and the more he remembers. I will talk to him about current affairs, television programmes, mostly past events as that's what he remembers better, but he still has an opinion and a voice.
  3. People who have indoor cats or take their cats for walks on leads. I was recently, given a rather lovely 3/4's ragdoll kitten for my 50th Birthday, he is loving and gentle and actually seems pleased to see me (most un-cat like). But, do I keep him in? (He is now 8 months old, so old enough to be going out) No of course not, he is a cat, with cat instincts, he loves it outside. Keeping a cat inside, in my opinion is cruel, I don't care if it's a fancy breed, they should be allowed outside to climb trees, chase birds and chew grass (to those who don't have cats the chewing grass thing helps them to throw up their fur balls). Release your cats and let them be free.
    Gus, My gorgeous boy, sitting on the coffee table - WHERE HE IS NOT ALLOWED!
  4.  Student Loans make me grumpy. Why, because they are pointless. Well not pointless exactly - let me explain. A student gets a loan, its a big loan, probably the biggest loan they will ever get apart from their mortgage. It's a loan that gets bigger and bigger, and until they earn over £21,000pa they don't pay for it, then they pay, I think, and don't quote me on this, about 6% of their income, every month to Student Finance England. Now, unless they become super high powered they will never, ever, pay the whole thing off. In fact they are probably just about covering the interest on all that money. But, and this is the thing, those young people (and soon to me as I return to being a student at 50) will have that loan hanging over them, what if the law changes, what if you suddenly have to pay off more. It's like a great big dangly, made of money, sword of Damacles. Rubbish.
  5. Finally, for today anyway, the crap that I get through my letterbox. Why, oh why, oh why, in this time of  recycling and ecology, do I still get so much that is just rubbish, to go back into the recycling? I get estate agent fliers telling me they could sell my house, take away menus, fliers from local supermarkets, and all the plastic charity bags....gah. Marketing people, I am talking to you when I say, I will not be selling my house with a particular estate agent because they put a flier through my door, nor will I go to the supermarket that does, or  the takeaway. In many ways, it screams desperation. And you are wasting countless trees by printing this nonsense. I live in a digital world, if I want anything, I can find it on the internet, similarly, I can check that something on the internet first for customer reviews so I know it's not pants. So, marketing people, it is not the 1970's any more, when it was OK to break the environment with our vast amounts of hairspray and wasteful paper usage. Stop bothering me with this and think again. 
I thank you as ever for reading my ranty ramblings and look forward to seeing you again next time. As ever, if you liked it, please like and share. xxx

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