Saturday, August 28, 2004

Bulb Change Fiasco

I've been doing a lot of walking and a lot of sleeping this last week but not too much on the work front. All sorts of other things going on in my world. Kids will be back next week and maybe I can get back into my routine.
Went out last night and started promisingly enough. Then I noticed my off-side headlight had gone. If you read back a few months you'll know I had trouble changing the bulb on the near side. Well on the off-side theres this great big air filter casing positioned directly over the headlight unit and it had to be removed first. After fumbling about for about 15 minutes it finally came away...but in two pieces!!
The bulb change was slighlty easier than the near-side but then it took me a while to get the air filter back on. Once it was back on I tested the lights (I know....I should have done it first) only to find that the side light bulb had decided to go as well. Off it all comes again but I'm getting better at it now and after a totall time of about an hour to change two poxy bulbs I was able to go back to work.
I did about another 3 jobs then ended up on Tower Bridge where I was flagged down by a drunk Welsh guy who was in the dog house with his missus for not having been home for the last four days and had to get to Fulham liveley and would I also posibly know where he could buy booze after 11pm (It was about 11.45pm) because it could quite probably save his life. I know a couple of places and luckily the first place I tried in Vauxhall sold him the drink. Then he gets a call from the wife saying she had 6 guests at the house and could he bring in some food. He opted for kebabs and wanted me to stop off at the first available shop at which point I told him about the famous Kebab Kid on the New Kings Road. It's a bit of a Fulham institution is Kebab Kid but he'd never heard of it as he'd just moved into the area. 8 kebab and chips later and £50 lighter he emerged from there with a frown on his face. I had warned him that they were more expensive than others but they are the best around. "50 bloody quid mate!!" he say's getting into the cab" I says jokingly (but serioulsy too)"yeh and I hope you've got some money left for me" as the meter fast approached £40. A couple of turns later we pulled up outside his house and I got the customary drunk persons hand shake and telling me what a sound bloke I was (I've known that for years by the way) and I'm thinking "never mind all this bollocks mate where's my wedge?" He handed over £45 and disappeared into the house carrying the booze and the food to face the wrath of his angry wife. I wished him the best of British luck and drove off into the night..

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