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Grandad September 15th, 2010
I do a lot of shopping on line.
In fact just about everything I buy comes from the Interweb with the exception of my baccy, my booze, vegetables and fruit and my meat.
I buy my groceries, clothes, books and all the shit that makes life reasonably tolerable.
I mentioned recently that I had had some trouble with a piece of kit, and I thought it was about time to replace it. I went on line and found that the yoke I was looking for wasn’t that common. Undeterred, I sniffed around and eventually found a seller in Ireland on eBay. I like to get stuff from Ireland because the postage usually isn’t so high and it tends to be quicker.
The seller I found had a rather unusual name. I don’t know how many parents who, when searching for a name for their new offspring come up with Holymaryjoe, but this chap’s parents obviously did. The poor bloke must have had one hell of a time in school?
Anyhow, to cut a long story into a slightly longer one, I ordered my kit and it duly arrived on a Friday. Fucking sweet!
I used it on Friday evening, and a bit on Saturday. I went to switch it on on Sunday and the fucking thing was as dead as Mary Coughlan’s intelligence. It was quite like Mary Coughlan in fact – it looked reasonably good, but on closer inspection was just a useless piece of junk.
I wrote to Holymaryjoe and explained what had happened.
No reply.
Then I realised that his yoke on eBay clearly said ‘no returns’.
Fuck!
I chalked it up to experience and wend down the pub for a few pints and a smoke.
When I got home, there was a mail waiting for me. Holymaryjoe was very concerned that my purchase wasn’t up to scratch. Despite his no returns policy, he said he was going to sort me out if it killed him. I’m not sure whether this was a physical threat against me or against himself, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt anyway. He said he would start sending me replacement parts, bit by bit until we found the problem.
Two days later a package arrived. Using the new parts I got to work and soon my kit was less like Mary Coughlan and more like Sharon – looking good and working perfectly.
If ever I come across his name again when searching on eBay, I will definitely give him my business.
And if you are wondering where I got the title of this ramble?
It is how he signed one of his emails.
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Good to hear there are still a few decent people left. They’re getting scarcer.
I wonder if , with a name like that. he’s off to London to see Ratzo on Saturday.
Oh, and by the way, as others have pointed out, this blog is not so much a “ramble” as a slow snail that’s having a very slow snail day. (Apologies to Mr. Baldrick)
So you bought a 2TB external hard drive off him, backing up your porn collection then?
Mossy – I believe in giving praise where it’s due. It doesn’t happen that often unfortunately. As for the slowness, the pages are loading quite quickly for me, but I’m going to open the bonnet and have a look anyway. Too many complains for my liking.
Caligula – Want to try some swapsies?
Yeah I’m up for that. The barely legal teens genre features heavily in my collection so if that floats your boat then you’re in luck.
How sad am I – didn’t have a clue who Mary Coughlan was so I did a live search… now I know……
Holymaryjoe has some nice kit to sell …
Just a heads up to say that you’re back to warp speed at this end. Bravo. It’s amazing how long a few minutes is when you’re watching a little blue wheel spin and spin and spin.
Cardi – I was working on the principle that those who don’t know Mary Coughlan are far better off that way. She is, for our sins our Deputy Leader! She is a brainless twat, and she is the only reason I haven’t assassinated Cowen.
Paulo – Yup. One little external link seems to have been the problem. But you have to admit – this site is always worth waiting for?
Well, the 5,000 mile service seems to have done the trick. Amazing what a new set of spark plugs can do.