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			<title>Why I Shouldn’t Have Gone to Specsavers</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12330-Why-I-Shouldn’t-Have-Gone-to-Specsavers</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2012 09:07:43 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>As someone, who, when young and in their prime, was blessed with extremely good eyesight, it is most vexing to experience, as a consequence of...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">As someone, who, when young and in their prime, was blessed with extremely good eyesight, it is most vexing to experience, as a consequence of advancing years, the deterioration in visual acuity that more than half a century of looking at things seems to have engendered. No more crystal clarity and optical precision for Hawky, at least not without glasses. Distance viewing is less problematic for me, although there is an improvement when using mildly corrective lenses, but these days, close work and reading are nearly impossible without optical enhancement. I simply can’t focus on anything nearer than two feet away. Consequently, it has become expedient to seek the services of an optician.<br />
<br />
Beguiled by Specsavers’ 'two for one' offer, I sought them out and handed my eyes over to their care. Thus I hoped to obtain both distance and reading glasses at one visit. Now, I should point out that my initial approach to these monkeys was made about 4 years ago and they did their stuff and provided me with satisfactory distance glasses and a pair of reading specs which were less so. <br />
<br />
As soon as I put them on I could tell they weren’t right. I could see through them, but the right lens was slightly out of focus. I have to admit that it was mildly better than when looking at something close-up without the supplied spectacles, but wearing them put my eyesight out of balance. While the left eye was crisp and clear, the right felt as though there was a piece of almost transparent gauze taped over it. <br />
<br />
Naturally, I pointed this out to them and the response was unequivocal. I was mistaken, wrong, ignorant of the optician’s expertise, simply not used to wearing glasses which were checked against the prescription and found to be correct. I would get used to them. In short, I was brow beaten into accepting glasses which I was positive were not correct for my eyes. Whatever happened to, “the customer is always right”? I would also point out that I was thus abused by some pettifogging minion, not the optician, who wasn’t even consulted! <br />
<br />
It just seemed like too much effort to get them to fix, what was at the time, merely a minor irritation. Further delay would have been unacceptable. I was self-employed and my business required that I was able to see. I couldn’t afford to wait a further two or three weeks involving another appointment with the optician and the making of a replacement lens.<br />
<br />
In the years since, my eyes have deteriorated, at least my right eye has, and quite markedly. It now has the distinction of producing double vision, something I thought impossible when looking through only one eye. Consequently, I decided to get my eyes checked again; time for new glasses, especially as I have accidentally sat and trodden upon my reading glasses on more than one occasion. The lenses may have survived these indignities but the frames are definitely the worse for wear. I had also elected to dispense with “designer” frames for my reading glasses. They are too narrow and I have a tendency to look underneath them when reading, which means I either have to bend my neck uncomfortably, or hold the book up, for the spectacles to be any use at all.<br />
<br />
When I arrived at the opticians’ for my eye test I was at great pains to point out my dissatisfaction with the service I had previously received. I pointed out the deficiencies of my previous pair of reading specks and asked that extra care be taken over the right eye. To be honest, I have to admit that the tests I was given were comprehensive. They even photographed my retinas (obviously some sneaky government scheme to collect biometric information for identification purposes).<br />
<br />
The optician dutifully listened to my tale of woe and conducted her tests and informed me that my prescription had changed. I pointed out that it had been wrong in the first place. I’ll give the woman her due though, it was extremely difficult to get the right eye diagnosed correctly. It didn’t seem to matter what lenses she placed in front of it, the vision was always blurred. She checked my cornea for incipient cataracts and discolouration, but it was fine. The left eye she whipped through in no time, as the various lenses were discernibly different in effect. I went away, happy that I had received a good level of service from a competent practitioner, and looked forward to picking up my new specs at the appointed time.<br />
<br />
I should have known better.<br />
<br />
When I turned up yesterday the distance glasses weren’t ready. Apparently the frames were out of stock. Well this was irritating, but at least I have a useable pair of distance glasses for driving. The reading glasses however, were available, and the new frames looked splendid. I tried them on. The right eye was perfect. Unfortunately the left eye wasn’t. <br />
<br />
I pointed this out to the minion, who seemed incapable of understanding that blurred vision in one eye indicated that the prescription was wrong. She waffled at me about binocular vision, apparently without any comprehension that for it to work, both eyes have to see correctly. The patronising attitude made me want to throttle her. Manfully, I restrained myself, repressing the urge to sjambok the idiot within an inch of her life. I did refuse to accept the glasses though. The optician who had examined me wasn’t even in the shop. <br />
<br />
I now have another appointment to get re-assessed for next week. However, I have no guarantee that I’ll see the original practitioner. <br />
<br />
I can’t help wondering what Specsavers are playing at when they appear to train their staff to ignore customer complaints and argue with them. The whole experience is unpleasant and feels rather impersonal, with a multitude of inexpert shop assistants, passing you from pillar to post while treating you as an idiot. The opticians seem to take their time over you, but in my experience, they are never more than 50% right! Or is it just me? Am I an awkward sod who just doesn’t fit the customer profile? Has anyone else empirical knowledge of Specsavers’ incompetence? I’d love to know.</blockquote>

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			<title>Of Swans and Men</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?12161-Of-Swans-and-Men</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 12:55:44 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>It isn’t every day that one passes through the portal of a friend’s abode and is confronted with a tableau reminiscent of a frieze from classical...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">It isn’t every day that one passes through the portal of a friend’s abode and is confronted with a tableau reminiscent of a frieze from classical antiquity.  I mean, there was I, responding to the insistent telephonic summons of Phil, my tame millionaire, demanding delivery of the latest shoot video, and clutching said DVD in my sweaty paw, I opened the door, and there they were, cuddling a swan. Well, I say <i>they</i> were cuddling a swan, but in actuality only one member of the trio in the kitchen was actually cuddling it. The swan didn’t seem to mind.<br />
<br />
My Falconry buddy, Bill, a wildlife expert, whose expertise has been largely gleaned from years of killing and eating it, was the bunny with the bird reclining on his lap. Kneeling on the cold hard flagstones in front of him, his girlfriend Karen, a veterinary nurse, was tending to a wound on what I suppose equates roughly with the human ankle, while Phil stood by, smirking at Bill’s complaints that flat flies were migrating from the bird onto his scalp. Flat flies are small parasitic nasties which like to suck the blood from birds. <br />
<br />
Ostentatiously peering into Bill’s thinning locks, Phil would periodically say something encouraging like, “Ooo, look at that,” and “Oh yeah, I can see the little bugger,” with a really evil smile on his face.<br />
<br />
Nobody can do an evil smile like Phil.<br />
<br />
Naturally, I had to join in, so I too stood behind Bill and peered at his scalp making similarly fascinated noises, even though I couldn’t see anything except small portions of shed adhering to the sparse vegetation on his pate. Bill, it should be noted, is a fairly placid sort of guy, as he has no need for violence. All his bestial impulses are satisfied by the willing compliance of various women and the fact that he gets to kill something on a regular basis. Consequently, he is probably the most well adjusted man I know. As a result he bore these indignities with habitual good humour, even though flat flies were indeed infesting his thatch, as the subsequent capture and dispatch of one by Phil, proved to be the case.<br />
<br />
Phil, as well as being a millionaire big game hunter and owner of a substantial slice of the South Hams, responded, “Well, I did think about it,” to my initial enquiry as to whether he was going to eat the swan. However, for the benefit of those unfamiliar with domestic UK legislation regarding the ingestion of certain species inhabiting these shores, I should point out, that, like sturgeons, swans are reserved for the table of the reigning monarch. The swan regarded us with resigned tolerance during this exchange but continued to endure the indignity of restraint and Karen’s investigation of the injury without complaint.<br />
<br />
Once the novelty of the situation had worn off I duly delivered the film, and as Phil was leaving shortly to stay with friends with whom he would be shooting on the morrow, he thanked me and hastened my departure from his keep with a bottle of scotch. Whilst this was most welcome, I did point out that he hadn’t seen the film yet, but he replied that if it wasn’t any good he’d have the scotch back, preferably before I’d drunk it. Therefore I can only hope that he won’t take exception to The Godfather music which accompanies his appearances on screen. He should be used to my sense of humour by now, as in a previous film, “Farm Wars,” his presence was heralded by the Imperial March, and the title, “Darth,” before his name in the credits.<br />
<br />
I shall now close by informing the reader that the names of those parties mentioned herein have been changed to protect their privacy and avoid prosecution for their many crimes. Even I am someone else. In case anyone is wondering about the swan, they may rest assured that it’s doing very nicely, having suffered no serious harm.</blockquote>

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			<title>Complacent Cat</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?11884-Complacent-Cat</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 14:14:43 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Complacent cat, you’re ten feet long 
Your paws are big as plates 
Your odour too is really strong 
How came you to this place? 
 
Your purr is deep,...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Complacent cat, you’re ten feet long<br />
Your paws are big as plates<br />
Your odour too is really strong<br />
How came you to this place?<br />
<br />
Your purr is deep, it rumbles so,<br />
Your eyes are large and golden;<br />
Those dentures must have length to spare<br />
And don’t, my heart, embolden.<br />
<br />
Your whiskers gleam as white as tile<br />
With points as sharp as needles,<br />
If I had those between my toes<br />
I’d use them to lance weevils.<br />
<br />
But underneath my bed you lie,<br />
At night when I would sleep,<br />
Awaiting trailing toes to spy<br />
And dangle within reach.<br />
<br />
I wonder, will it hurt to die,<br />
As starting with my feet,<br />
You crunch your way through all my bones<br />
Till nemesis I meet.<br />
<br />
But still, you’re such a pretty cat<br />
With orange stripes and black:<br />
Though just as well the bathroom’s safe<br />
For now my bowels are slack.</blockquote>

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			<title>Secular Orthodoxy</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 23:00:18 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I have decided to open up my personal belief system of Orthodox Secularism to the general public, and herewith take this opportunity to invite the...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><div style="margin-left:40px">I have decided to open up my personal belief system of Orthodox Secularism to the general public, and herewith take this opportunity to invite the wealthier members of the forum to join my little sect. As I am, of necessity, the Principal Archimandrite of Secular Orthodoxy, I am particularly keen to attract millionaires to my congregation, their tithes being so much more worthwhile than widow’s mites.<br />
<br />
There is, as you would expect, no bowing, scraping or genuflection required of the Orthodox Secularist. There are no special dietary requirements, nor is there any particular dress code, although practicing Naturists who might want to expand their horizons, are asked, as a matter of common courtesy to other members of the congregation, to minimize their nakedness when in the company of other Orthodox Secularists who prefer to wear clothes. Of course, if all the gathered Orthodox Secularists in company are also Naturists then the state of mutually acceptable nakedness is entirely a matter for them.<br />
<br />
The principal tenet of Secular Orthodoxy, is a belief in the essential goodness of good people. People who repeatedly demonstrate that they are not good are not deemed eligible to become Orthodox Secularists, in fact, it is the duty of any paid-up Orthodox Secularist to exterminate (with extreme prejudice) any truly bad people they meet. Of course, there is a danger that individual perception of badness may vary. This in turn may lead to fairly widespread secularly motivated genocide. However, given the appalling state of overpopulation threatening the resources of the planet, this may, in and of itself, be no bad thing. Nevertheless, in order to try to maintain some level of consistency in judgement, the Principal Archimandrite is the supreme arbiter when it comes down to ‘brass tacks’ evaluation.<br />
<br />
There is no praying in Secular Orthodoxy, except on other people who are both wealthy and bad. In fact, within the congregation mutual support is both expected and encouraged. Should a fellow Orthodox Secularist fall on hard times, it would be hoped that other members of the congregation would relieve a bad person of their excessive wealth, before exterminating them with extreme prejudice, and then render financial assistance to the needy Secular Orthodox communicant from the proceeds.<br />
<br />
The sacraments of Secular Orthodoxy are civility and respect. If these are not demonstrated by individuals within the congregation, they are expelled from the congregation and deemed to be bad people. In view of the fate reserved for bad people in the tenets and practice of Orthodox Secularism, upon being excommunicated, they had better start running.<br />
<br />
Doubtless, as the sect grows, it will become necessary to issue various edicts and amendments to the basic tenets of Secular Orthodoxy. But until then, this is where we are at. If Secular Orthodoxy is for you, then drop me a PM and I’ll assess your wealth, and therefore your relevant worth, as a potential member of the congregation of Orthodox Secularists.<br />
<br />
I look forward to hearing from you and accepting your tithes, or indeed your lives if you prove to be unworthy. <br />
<br />
Live and be well – <br />
<br />
Hawkman, <br />
<br />
Principal Archimandrite of the of the order of Orthodox Secularists, <br />
and<br />
Lapsed High Anglican :cheers2:</div></blockquote>

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			<title>Ode to a Dalek</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10767-Ode-to-a-Dalek</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 12:10:51 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Darling Dalek, don’t evolve, 
Your latest incarnation,  
I’m afraid just leaves me cold. 
Where once you were a pepper pot 
With attitude, as like as...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Darling Dalek, don’t evolve,<br />
Your latest incarnation, <br />
I’m afraid just leaves me cold.<br />
Where once you were a pepper pot<br />
With attitude, as like as not<br />
hardly friendly to the doc,<br />
the Tonka toy you have become<br />
looks far to cute: the pre-school primary colour scheme<br />
Is not appropriate to your theme. <br />
Exterminate! That’s what I want,<br />
malignant cruets being cruel, <br />
obliterating other life and raping <br />
Earth for fuel. So darling Dalek, please <br />
go back to being what you were when <br />
you attacked The Empire State. Go on, <br />
just be a mate, just say it one more time,<br />
Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!</blockquote>

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			<title>Sid The Vulture</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10624-Sid-The-Vulture</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:45:39 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Sid the Vulture 
The Serengeti 
Africa 
 
 
 
HRH The Duke of Edinburgh 
Buck House 
London 
England</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><div style="text-align: right;">Sid the Vulture<br />
The Serengeti<br />
Africa</div><br />
<br />
<br />
HRH The Duke of Edinburgh<br />
Buck House<br />
London<br />
England<br />
<br />
24th June 2010 <br />
<br />
Dear Phil,<br />
<br />
	As my most prestigious sponsor I must thank you for all you are doing for me. I hope Liz and the Kids are doing well.<br />
<br />
Well, things have been a bit quiet round here lately. This morning I watched the sun come up, sat hopefully in a tree for 4 hours and when I felt up for it I took advantage of the thermals and went for a bit of a soar. Around 1pm I detected the unmistakable odour of death on the breeze and flapped for about 10 miles until I found a dead Hippo. There were already a few of me mates hanging around so I put in and had a bit of a squawk.<br />
<br />
Trouble is, with a nice big meal like this in front of us, we tends to have a bit of a squabble. At about 2:30pm the hyenas turned up so we all had a bit of a laugh until they broke in. Then I got up to me neck in the belly of the beast. It was a bit of a free-for-all but I got me share though, a nice crop-full of entrails. I spent the rest of the day sitting in a tree, dozing in the sun.<br />
<br />
I’m really looking forward to the bloke from the RSVP coming by as they say he’s going to teach me how to kill stuff. He’s already taught me how to type.<br />
<br />
All the best,<br />
<br />
Sid.</blockquote>

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			<title>More from the RSVP</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10614-More-from-the-RSVP</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2010 11:18:38 GMT</pubDate>
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Sorry but in order to read this you'll have to open the attached pdf file. I do hope you don't mind.<br />
<br />
H<br />
<br />
PS, You might like to download one of these Donor Cards...<br />
<br />
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			<title>Vultures</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 23:21:31 GMT</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog_attachment.php?attachmentid=77&amp;stc=1&amp;d=1277594384" border="0" alt="" /></div><br />
As a wealthy and environmentally conscious member of society, you will doubtless be aware that the Vulture has, perhaps, hitherto suffered from something of a bad press. The humble Vulture has been saddled with an unfortunate reputation in the media along with the unfortunate Raven, as something of a harbinger of doom. Its predilection for haunting battlefields together with its unfortunate appearance, have rendered it a figure of ridicule and loathing over the centuries. This has undoubtedly resulted in its persecution, both in the past and more recently, and this persecution has led to a drastic decline in its numbers, both at home and world-wide. Whilst the battlefield habit has served the bird well in the past, the aftermath of modern methods of warfare - unexploded ordnance, chemical weapons and booby-trapped corpses – have rendered this unfortunate creature vulnerable.<br />
<br />
We of the RSVP are dedicated to reversing this trend and have come up with an innovative solution.  We feel that by altering the Vulture’s modus operandi, it is possible for us, not only to effect a revision of its public image, but also help it find a new role for the twenty-first Century.<br />
<br />
We believe that by capturing the surviving members of the various species in the wild, training them to hunt - thus taking a more pro-active stance on the acquisition of a readily available food supply - then releasing them back into their natural habitat, the game reserve,  we could have nothing but a positive effect on the global Vulture population. The wilderness tourism trade alone, with its endless procession of wildlife cameramen and Americans, could easily cater for the modest needs of this unassuming bird.<br />
<br />
This is why we need your help. Our grand scheme requires a level of funding, quite frankly, not available to the society at this time. We need donations from rich people, just like you. It costs £5 million to buy a decent house with a Ferrari and a swimming pool set in a couple of hundred Acres of parkland in Sussex, so just think how much it’ll cost to catch, train and save just one Vulture, especially when you have expensive tastes like ours.<br />
<br />
We need you to get out your cheque book, dig deeply into your pocket, and make payment to me, Hawkman. Please send your donations to:<br />
<br />
Hawkman<br />
RSVP<br />
PO Box 666<br />
<br />
<br />
You can make a difference. :D</blockquote>

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