Why I'm in a grumpy mood today

This Friday catches me in the grumpiest of moods. I can't particularly identify why, but here is a list. Think of it like an in/out list. These are all out. "In" is "just not being a dick".

Seeing McDonalds wrappers at the side of the road - obviously chucked out of cars.
Boy racers slaloming round the useless speed bumps on Hibbert Lane in Marple.
Boys racers in Marple generally.
Trying to drive anywhere between Bredbury and Marple between 8-9am and 3-5pm.
Getting stuck behind a bus on Brabyns Brow or Compstall Brow.
Platform 1 at Manchester Piccadilly station. Chaos.
The callous indifference of Northern Rail staff at Piccadilly.
The aggressive stone faced G4S/Northern Rail ticket inspectors.
Blame cultures.
Lack of accountability cultures. 
The rubbish offers from WH Smiths vouchers.
The number of extra questions the poor staff have to ask at WH Smiths.
Chocolate on sale at the counter.
Late payers.
PPI texters.
Unknown numbers calling you.
Misuse of the word "yourself". eg "Will you be wanting a bar of chocolate for yourself?"
The kid who punched kid2 in the bollocks.
Twitter noise.
Twitter boasting.
The stand off of ego between competing businesses.
Fault lines and petty rivalries in business.
Saying "I don't believe in censorship but...".
Not knowing.
People who don't show at events.
Printers.
Liverpool fans on Suarez.
Everyone else on Suarez.
Suarez.
Football.
Being expected to be pleased that Blackburn Rovers will probably stay up.
Lists.
SEO people who think they can be copywriters.
The Daily Mail.
The Guardian.
Jumping to conclusions.
Party politics.
The sudoku in the Metro.
Car parks where you have to key in your number so you can't pass it on to someone else even though you've paid the rent on the space.


Ah, that's better.

The mystery of the painted lady of Compstall

Ken Sharrocks at the wonderful 4 Corners picture framers in Compstall Mill showed me this slightly creepy picture. A bloke brought it in to be framed 8 years ago, paid up front, said he lived in the village and has never been back. Ken has taken it round the pubs, shown it to people who come in with jobs, but all to no avail. No one has a flicker of recognition as to who the lady is. Please pass this picture on and let's see if this blog can solve the mystery of the painted lady of Compstall.