Saturday, 25 January 2014

Room 101

Well, the roof is now leaking and it is leaving a damp trail down the wall in the hallway and stairs. But I am not going to dwell on that because at least our ground floor isn't flooded out like some poor folks in this county, who still have no respite because this rain just won't go away. A roofer chap is coming to assess the situation on Tuesday and the hall and stairs will need redecorating but, well, there you go. The joys of home ownership. 'These things are sent to try us,' said Andy. 'Why?' said I. And we both thought about it for a while and neither of us could come up with a good enough answer so we ate cake instead.

And talking of Andy and cake and stuff, can I please direct you to visit his baking blog at as he has decided to train for the Great British Bake-Off 2015 and is recording his training efforts, some of which I ate today. I shall let him explain his aims in his own inimitable way. 

So, new series of Room 101 last night. I have to say I am not keen on the format since Frank Skinner took over, but last night was very entertaining and during the programme Mr Skinner did something that I, myself, would like consigned to Room 101. 'What was that?' I hear you ask. 'I'll tell you,' I say.

He removed Richard Osman's spectacles from Richard Osman's face and put them on his own face.

Now, I have been a wearer of the spectacles since I was 12 years old. 36 years man and, girl and woman. I have been wearing glasses since all this was fields. I regard them as much a part of my clothing as skirts and trousers, jumpers and dresses. They are my facewear. They are as personal to me as pants. And what REALLY annoys me is when people think they can help themselves to my specs and try them on 'just to see what it's like.'

'Let's try your glasses,' they say, and before I can say, 'No, back off,' my glasses are forcibly removed from my face (often catching on ears and nose in the process) and I am rendered fuzzy-sighted whilst someone pops them on and has a laugh at my expense. 

The usual joke is, 'Blimey, you must have good eyesight to be able to see through these,' and oh, how I laugh! Not. Or, 'How can you see through these? Everything's gone out of focus.'

Well, it would, wouldn't it, you moron? Because they have a prescription in them that is personal to me. They are my personal glasses to help me see the world more clearly. And how would you like it if I wrenched your shoes off to try them on then laughed about how they made me look like I had clown feet? Or I dragged your jumper over your head and popped it on because I liked the look of it but then discovered it made me look like I was having a wool-based anaphylactic shock? 

Would you, I want to say, push a wheel-chair user from their chair so you could 'have a go?' Would you remove the wig of an alopecia sufferer because you wanted to see what you looked like as a brunette? No, you would not. Or perhaps you would, given you seem quite happy to remove my specs and leave me unable to see very much, least of all what you look like wearing my glasses.  Which is probably like a wazzock.

So that is one thing I should like to see consigned to Room 101 - people thinking it is okay to remove your glasses and wear them themselves. 

Now, what would you send to Room 101? Feel free to be as curmudgeonly and humourless as you like in your response. Because I have! 

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Andy said...

My selection for room 101 would be people who don't understand the correct use of yellow box junctions. But you've heard me shout at enough people who stop in YBJs to know how much it winds me up!

Denise said...

Well, quite. And given our town's planning policies, people who insist on stopping in yellow box junctions will find themselves becoming part of a new housing estate. I reckon you could fit a block of 4 terraces in a YBJ.

Countryside Tales said...

I love the way you two communicate through your blog. Do you not speak to each other at home then?

Sorry you've rounded off a tiresome week annoyed by Frank Skinner. I too wear glasses but so far no one except my children and husband have removed them. Perhaps I wear a permanent scowl of the 'don't you dare come near me and remove my glasses' nature? Actually, it wouldn't annoy me as much as it does you but I take the point and very nearly blew my granola and banana all over the computer reading it.

I would put everyone who annoys me into room 101. And people who say "myself" in an attempt to sound more intelligent than they are when the correct word is 'me'. X

Denise said...

We do speak at home, of course, but we also like to add blog comments to boost each other as neither of us get many comments, which is a bit sad really, a bit like sending a Valentine card to yourself so you don't feel left out!

Oooh yes, 'I myself' is very irritating, along with politicians who start their answers with the word, 'Look...' Like they are addressing an idiot child. Whereas really it is just plain rude.

Countryside Tales said...

I often come across blogs that get lots of comments and, having read them, find myself wondering why? Your blog is one of my favourites, it always makes me smile and often (as this morning) makes me laugh out loud, prompting M to ask what I'm reading. When I relay certain bits to L he laughs too- you know you're onto a winner there as teenagers don't laugh to be kind! x

Olly said...

As a glasses-wearer for around 45 years, I agree completely! Sorry to hear about the roof.

Denise said...

It is soooo rude, isn't it, Olly? Real hand-smacking stuff.

And the roof? Well, yes it is one of those annoying money-consuming occurrences that anyone could do without but hopefully the roofer man coming on Tuesday will sort it out. Houses need maintenance, I suppose. And there is always the thrill of a Laura Ashley wallpaper perusal and purchase at the end of it all!!