It’s harder to write when you have nothing to say, that’s a fact. I shall fall back therefore on old faithful, things which make me cross, haven’t had a rant for ooh at least a week.

First up and with no justification is the latest guest to come stumbling through the front door, clutching a half empty bottle of warm beer,  at the house party of language – “I’ll take that”.   Example, me at slimming weigh in, loss of 1 lb, instructor says “I’ll take that.”  I think “Eh. no-one’s offering you anything, and all you have done is turn up with a set of electronic scales, I’m the one doing the graft here, so kindly desist”.   And that nice wee Radzi said it on the Children in Need choir programme which is a pity because I was warming to him.

Secondly, why is it called Kwik Fit if you have to wait until Thursday for the tyre to be delivered and fitted?  It’s now Saturday.

And lastly, why have I still not written to Edinburgh Council about the timings of all the pedestrian crossings which intersect with the city centre tram route?  On Thursday evening it took five minutes plus to cross from north side of Princes St. to south side.  People actually cheered when the green light finally came on.  In the middle of it all an artic did a U-turn at the top of Waverley bridge; I had to shut my eyes.

The below came to mind when I was thinking up a title for the post, it is a speech of the King, from the Scottish play, Act V scene v.   Twelve lines and it’s full of quotes which are still current today.  Go Willy the Shake.

She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.