Narrowboatboy’s Big, Bad Blog...Narrowboat & Travel blog based on Lancaster Canal

First it started with.... I am using a friends car and today I notice on the dashboard a yellow light warning me about something...oh, sounds serious, you may say, what is it?....well, il be buggered if I know. So the question I have is “why isn’t it obvious?”...why can’t it just say what the problem is?....instead some stupid symbol that looks to me like its warning ⚠️ me that Iv run over a bloody hedgehog 🦔... Now I know that some patronising clever prick will retort “ you just need to look in the vehicle user manual...”.... NO !...I Don’t...why should I have to do this?...just make it clear to the user/driver what the problem is instead of putting the emphasis on me to read your stupid boring book you muppet manufacturers. While I’m on the subject, I’m sick to death of the worlds over-complicated technology and I think it needs to come to an end...not the world, God forbid, just the stupidness and pointless stuff in it.... Such as... the hours and hours wa...

So far, I have refrained to even go here but as Lewis Capaldi once said back in 1871 The time has come,' the Walrus said,       To talk of many things: Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —       Of cabbages — and kings — And why the sea is boiling hot —       And whether pigs have wings.' As the autumnal clocks tick by and the signs of another summer diminish you can be sure that next week summertime officially ends and a few days after the clocks change the chosen path of ostracising ourselves from the EU also takes effect....Personally it’s a very sad day. I think we have been shafted fantastically by the politics and the career politicians with a massive social wedge driven through the hearts and minds of a confused lonely and totally split down the middle country.  Ok, so we weren’t happy with the unelected European Parliament...Thats why we had members and veto...

The other day a car pulled up in the car park, a big sweaty hunting guy dressed in combat gear opened the boot and a crowd gathered to marvel at what he had in his boot...I couldn’t resist...was it a dead body, an animal or maybe a kidnap victim??...I went over to look and sure enough it was quite a spectacle...not quite what I was expecting but nevertheless we were all impressed with his massive haul of freshly picked porcini mushrooms! Yes, it’s definitely that autumnal time of the year when the flavoursome porcini grow wild and abundantly in the woods. I mentioned this incident to a friend who then told me that his elderly mother had even found some in the woods so that was that...my mind was made up and the next morning I would set off to find my own treasures. Hey, if an overweight sweaty bloke and a doddery old woman can find them then this would be a piece of piss for an old mountain goat like me.! I’d heard that they grew high in the hills so the following morning ...