Harry Pears

I was going to write a really boring post about how this site thinks that, according to my IP address, I am in Leyland, Lancashire, and how my local server on this site is in Dublin. In fact, my local server is the Sittingbourne server. I’m in Suffolk. However, when I try to test my internet speed from there, it only ever gets up to 50% of the download completed before it seems to freeze. Therefore, I would be better off having my IP address in Yokohama, Japan. My speed to that server is faster than that to any of the UK servers. Strange.

Oooh, it’s got 100% of the upload completed now… but it keeps flickering between 165kbps and 168kbps. So, it’s not finished. I don’t think it ever will.

Quickly back to this site. It’s recommending that I hide my IP address because anyone with internet access could track me down right to my house. On the other side of the country! Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to happen right now.

Diesel.

I love the fact that everyone is going crazy about the price of fuel, yet no one is even looking twice at the price of bottled water.

When I was out today, I saw a 750ml bottle of water for £2.50. The thing is, for 750ml of diesel at my local Esso, you would only have to pay about 85.43p. Even though you can get water out of a tap for virtually nothing, you need it to survive.

If Jude was in a place without a tap, she would be willing to pay these extortionate amounts for a bottle of Evian, but if her car had run out of fuel, she would probably be very angered at having so much to get home, even though she could have just walked.

What’s more, like they said on Top Gear once, we are getting a great deal for our money when purchasing fuel for our vehicles. Take GBP£0.503 away from the price of main road fuel as well as 17.5% VAT and you end up with a figure just under 50p. For 50p a litre, your fuel is being pumped out of the ground, processed, transported half way across the world, moved around the country and then put into giant tanks at your petrol station.

Basically, be glad that your car doesn’t run on Scottish Highland water.

In other news…

A couple of days ago, I foolishly put the remaining few squares of my first bar of Milka in my back pocket. Fortunately, they were wrapped up. Later, when I came to sit down, I had forgotten that the chocolate was there. Two hours later, I discover that it has gone all squishy… Today I came to eat it, and discovered lots of foil had stuck to it when it cooled down :-/

I did have a lot of other things to write about from the first 100 pages of ‘The World According to Clarkson’, but, like usual, have forgotten what they were. I really should carry a notebook and pen around with me…