shopping

The Start of the Journey

Image of my first car

Rover 45 Spirit S TD 2.0l

Officers United

Having found out recently in The Officers Club buyout last week that the company’s headquarters is based in Cramlington, Northumberland (the town in which I live), I have realised the stark likenesses of my relationships with The Officers Club (TOC) and Newcastle United.

You may be completely baffled by the first paragraph of this post, so I shall feed you a little of the recent history I have experienced with TOC. I bought a pair of jeans from TOC a little over a month ago. They were more expensive than I would like to pay for a pair of jeans; however I accepted I probably would not find a pair I liked the appearance of more. Satisfied, I wore them on a weekend away to Liverpool. I found on returning home that the turnups had somehow frayed and that a button had fallen off.

I took them back to the store I purchased them in Newcastle, two days before the buyout. They explained that if I wanted an exchange I would have to go to the MetroCentre, since their stock of those jeans had been moved their. Today I did just that. They had the jeans, but not in my size. So I asked for a refund.

I had a credit card receipt, but apparently no other receipt. This rendered me unable to claim a refund. (The credit card receipt has “receipt” written on it… so I’m not sure how the phrase on production of a receipt works here.) I found this peculiar since I had evidence I purchased the jeans from The Officers Club, I could demonstrate how much I paid for them, and I had the goods with me with evidence they were substandard and faulty. Yet I was able to exchange them for something else in the shop, but I could not get my money back.

So, to the comparison between The Officers Club and Newcastle United… I want to support them both, because they are local. They both basically rip you off and give you a crap product. And they won’t give you a refund.

Ratty New Year

Welcome to 2008, or in the Chinese zodiacal system, we’re still in the year of the Boar. It will soon be the year of the Rat, however. Anyway, I greet the year with a cautious pessimism though. I can’t imagine it’s going to be a good one particularly. But it has started off fairly well.

I’ve managed to get Ubuntu running — after a day of trying to stop it freezing (and I still can’t get the thing to shut down without breaking) — and I have managed to get Ruby on Rails to work on my Ubuntu system (which took only three days, and managed to complete this morning). So I’m working through this book in order to get my head round it. It strikes me that even though the book can only be a year old, it is hopelessly out of date, with version number mismatches stupidly duping me (me being the stupid one, of course). But it’s all working.

On a completely different note, I bought some Kickers Zepplin shoes yesterday for £54. I had been eyeing them up for a long while, and the £60 price tag had put me off. However, Debenhams yesterday had a 10% off event, and though I’m not proud of spending £54 on a pair of shoes, I am happy with the product I have received.

So what have I decided on a New Year’s Resolution? The short answer is, I haven’t. No one suggested anything, so bugger you I’m doing nothing!

Happy New Year!