The long suffering Mrs Mog needs a new car as her current conveyance is well past its best and will die shortly.
So orf we jolly well go, we start at a Jeep garage (she wants an SUV). The salesman was irritated that we had disturbed him and had not made an appointment. He eventually took us for a test drive during which time he sat sullenly in the back of a truly dreadful car without saying a word. I had to ask him about the car and its "features" etc etc. Anyway we left without him even bothering to try to sell us the car.
Next to Audi where we wandered around the showroom for ten minutes getting in and out of cars. No one even acknowledged our presence so we left.
Then to Volkswagen where the receptionist put down her magazine (Grazia) to tell us that there was no salesman available. When I pointed to a suity twat sitting at a computer she said he was the finance man and couldnt be disturbed. I mentioned that I wanted to buy a car and understood that the salesmen were busy but just wanted to talk to someone. She told us to come back later. We left and didnt, of course go, back.
Next port of call, a beautiful shiny and sparkly BMW palace of glass and tile and satin brushed steel. In and out of cars X5 and X3. Then we went outside to look at the used X3 and X5's that were sitting on the forecourt. There were two girls sitting at a reception desk chatting and some suity twits wandering around with bits of paper in their hands. Anyway, i really liked the X5 and went up the reception and asked to talk to someone. I was told that they were all busy, they didnt ask me for contact details or offer me a coffee and a seat, so I left.
Let me clarify my appearance, I do not look like a tramp. We pitched up in my car which is considerably more expensive than any BMW or Audi. Thus the bona fides were established, Mrs MOG was dripping with jewels as is her wont. She just wanted someone to be nice to her and sell her a car.
I was horrified at this experience, I read that new car sales are down 30% - how much of this is due to the recession and how much to arrogant fuckwit car dealers is debatable. I am certainly not the only one who has experienced this level of desultory service in the last few months, I have heard similar horror stories from friends.
Mrs MOG now wants a Hyundai because the man was very helpful and took her for a test drive straight away and spent time explaining the car to her. Its about half the money I was looking to spend, but hey she will be happy!! As long as I dont have to drive it!
Toot toot!
Monday, 20 April 2009
Iain Dale - Guido Fawkes - mainstream blogging

Iain Dale is my favourite blogger. I check his site at least a dozen times a day, I love his style and forgive him his media tartishness and occasional egocentric lapses as just adding to his charm. However, when the blogger becomes part of the story I begin to worry.
I used to be important to Iain, he knew who I was... not any more. I am now just a meaningless statistic on his Statporn graph. I am pleased for him and delighted that his blog must be earning him a few quid. He deserves it coz he seems to work very hard indeed. I do fuck all and still cant blog more often than once every few months!
Now he is seriously mainstream I am seeking pleasure elsewhere, sometimes in porn, other times in more nutty blogs that places like Old Holborn send you. His is still my first port of call when I click the magic blue E but it doesnt satisfy me any more. Maybe its coz any tidbit I pick up from there has already been digested by several thousand people. In the old days you had a few days of grace to demonstrate how in the loop you were, now everybody knows at the same time as you do.
The same thing applies to Guido, he has done brilliantly and has put the blogosphere squarely on the map and felicitations to him too.
But where do I go now to get my inside track and formulate my opinion with which to impress my very impressionable associates who believe I am very politically savvy?
Perhaps Iain and Guido can have a members only section.... heh heh!
I used to be important to Iain, he knew who I was... not any more. I am now just a meaningless statistic on his Statporn graph. I am pleased for him and delighted that his blog must be earning him a few quid. He deserves it coz he seems to work very hard indeed. I do fuck all and still cant blog more often than once every few months!
Now he is seriously mainstream I am seeking pleasure elsewhere, sometimes in porn, other times in more nutty blogs that places like Old Holborn send you. His is still my first port of call when I click the magic blue E but it doesnt satisfy me any more. Maybe its coz any tidbit I pick up from there has already been digested by several thousand people. In the old days you had a few days of grace to demonstrate how in the loop you were, now everybody knows at the same time as you do.
The same thing applies to Guido, he has done brilliantly and has put the blogosphere squarely on the map and felicitations to him too.
But where do I go now to get my inside track and formulate my opinion with which to impress my very impressionable associates who believe I am very politically savvy?
Perhaps Iain and Guido can have a members only section.... heh heh!
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