I promise I will never, ever, ever use the phrase ‘ducking hell’, ‘duck off’, ‘duckwit’, or ‘duck you’.
So could you please stop autocorrecting my messages.
These are Nike running shoes and this is what they have done to my feet.
I bought them from a professional outfit at Bondi Beach after assessing my stride on their treadmill. They have done approximately 400 kilometres of road running since I bought them.
I’m not a hardcore runner. I don’t do marathons or heavy trails, I’m just trying to stay fit without damaging my body. So I bought a trusted brand, from a reputable outlet, and here is the outcome.
They are not cheap shoes, but they are cheaply made and I will not be buying Nike again.
If anyone has had a similar experience, or can recommend somewhere I can go to get some decent shoes, please let me know.
Who the heck you are I think.
I’m not under what they call,
The alcofluence of incohol.
I’m not drunk as thinkle peep,
I’m just s little slort of sheep.
Tee martoonis make a guy.
Fool so feelish, don’t know why.
Rally don’t know who’s me yet.
The drunker I stay the longer I get.
So just one more to fill my cup,
I’ve all day sober to Sunday up.
- Many thanks to Irish Murphy in Hobart for the heads up ;-)
Once again I have a massive favour to ask all of you.
This year my blog is both a nominee for the Best Australian Blogs competition and the Peoples Choice Awards, along with half the population of the known world.
Last year I just missed out by a gnat’s whisker, so if you’re a basher of Burbage, a lover of lame humour, a fun runner, another frustrated parent, or an aficionado of literary genius, please mobilise your clicking digits and show me the love.
Here’s how you create history:
Follow the link below, swat the big arse bug, or click the Vote For Me Now button on the right of this post, to start the voting process.
Once you arrive on the home page, click on the big blue button that says ‘Vote here’.
Now you will have arrived at the welcome page. Isn’t it nice to be thanked for all the hard work they are about to put you through ;-) On the welcome page click ‘next’.
Everything is alphabetised so you’ll have to scroll through to the third page to find Matts Notes. Place a little tick in my box and once again click ‘next’ at the bottom of the page.
You should now arrive at a blank page that gives you the opportunity to choose to continue the voting process by clicking ‘next’ again, or you can choose to finish up and leave by clicking ‘exit this survey’ in the top right of the screen.
Phew, wasn’t that a giant pain in the backside. But as Loreal continually reminds us, I’m worth it.
Voting closes on Monday the 5th May so please get cracking over the next couple of weeks and spread the love.
I promise I really will respect you in the morning ;-)
I can picture it now. An innocent young Judy Garland skipping along in her ruby slippers with a wide-eyed wonderment of this fantastic world she has found herself in. Only to be taken advantage of by the fraudster Wizard of Oz. Along the way she met the brainless, the heartless, and the coward. Nice characters in the movie but a nightmare in real life.
The Brainless – Ryan Overton.
Following the collapse of We Buy Any Car in Australia I started a series of blog posts to tell my story and to warn other people of the nefarious dealings of Mr. Richard Burbage. Unfortunately for many Australians it was too late. Burbage, his wife Lorraine and his three children (who unfortunately have to go through life carrying this creeps genetic goo), had fled the country and set up shop in the UK.
March 9, 2013 I was contacted by one of my readers who pointed out that Hampshire Vehicle Sales had set up with a strikingly similar logo to the old webuyanycar.com.au logo used by Burbage in Australia. I ran the comment and was contacted a few days later by the ‘owner’ of Hampshire Vehicle Sales, Mr. Ryan Overton. Mr. Overton claimed that his business had nothing to do with the Burbages whatsoever and that he found the image online somewhere.
Really Mr. Overton?
That’s one heck of a coincidence.
Then I pointed out in my second update into the webuyanycar.com.au scam that Lorraine Burbage was listed on Whois as the registrant of the hampshirevehiclesales.co.uk website, so Mr. Overton tried to get his solicitors to shut me down. Not smart is he?
According to my sources, which was later confirmed by the Daily Echo, Hampshire Vehicle Sales changed its name to Woolston Car Supermarket. That business did not end well either.
I have corresponded briefly with members of Ryan’s family and apparently he is struggling with what has happened to him. As a naive 18 year-old he too was taken advantage of by Mr. Burbage, allegedly groomed for the position of ‘fall guy’ and fall he did.
I do have some sympathy for Ryan Overton. However the promise of fast, easy cash is always an empty one and although the brainless scarecrow thought he’d be lining his pockets with gold, he ended up stuffing his shirt full of straw.
The Heartless – Stan Rudgley.
The collapse of Woolston Car Supermarket lead to a flurry of comments on my site and a new player was being discussed by my readers. Enter the fat man. January 14, 2014 I received several comments from people who saw cars being moved from the premises of Woolston Car Supermarket.
Unfortunately it was too late to stop them, but the name Stan Rudgley kept popping up in the comments. Cars sold to Woolston Car Supermarket were turning up on the site of Fort Wallington Car Sales (a company owned by Mr. Rudgley), twelve miles away in Fareham.
Woolston Car Supermarket is now Woolston Car Supermarket Ltd, another company purportedly owned by Mr. Rudgley.
According to the victims, Stan had been handing out rubber cheques since the days of Hampshire Vehicle Sales. Sneering through his pasty, gin-blossom cheeks, fat Stan would attempt to ingratiate himself with children by making obsequious comments such as, “is this cheque for your Christmas presents”. He was Richard’s right-hand man and he was breaking the law with every breath he took.
As the horror stories piled up people were becoming more and more stressed. Complaints flooded in to the local constabulary and Trading Standards office but satisfaction for the aggrieved was far from forthcoming. Then things started to get nasty.
Enter, the Coward – Richard Burbage.
The Daily Echo finally caught up with him on the 30th January, 2014. You can follow the link to read the article for yourself, or I can save you the trouble by telling you that every single word uttered by this evil, self-centered creep, is an utter load of rubbish. Firstly, he claims not to be responsible for the collapse of his Australian business. According to the article he was too busy jetsetting around the country to supervise the company’s finances. That’s not going to engender a lot of sympathy pal.
Apparently it was all the fault of his Australian business partner and that he only went overseas to escape the death threats from disgruntled Aussies. Perhaps they wouldn’t have been so disgruntled if you had stayed and at least attempted to pay your debts? But no, you ran with your tail between your legs like a flea bitten mongrel dog.
He claims that he was never part of Hampshire Vehicle Sales, yet I have comments from people who were instructed to deposit their payments into the bank account of L. Burbage. I presume this is the same L. Burbage that registered the website for Hampshire Vehicle Sales and the same L. Burbage who bore this twat three children.
He denies being involved with Woolston Car Supermarket or Fort Wallington Car Sales, yet people have seen him there. He claims never to have set up a company with Stan Rudgley, yet the Daily Echo has video footage of the two men threatening a customer together from behind his desk.
He claims to have had a falling out with Stan after the collapse of Woolston Car Supermarket. Hang on, didn’t you just say you were never a business partner of Stan Rudgley?
Richard Burbage is a liar and a fool. Whilst he has only been caught on video once I have it on good authority that he has threatened violence upon other members of the public, telling one poor girl that he was going to ‘cut her pretty face off.’
Richard David John Burbage has been blaming every one, and any one, he can think of for the trail of destruction he has left behind. Although he won’t own up to any of the problems, he insists that it all began in down under. To use his own words in the Daily Echo,
“Where this all stems from is Australia. It has all been blown up and blown up.”
Apparently our investigations stopped a multi-million pound deal that would have set his family up for life. GOOD! That’s called karma and it will keep coming for you until you man up and do the right thing.
And so will we.
In the words of Dizzee Rascal,
“So you wanna be a gangster. Tell me just one thing. What you know about bein a hard man? Your mum buys your bling.”
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The following video is a presentation from Ms. Sarah Kucharski at the Medicine X conference at Stanford University on the 28th September 2013. This is a remarkable story from a woman who has undergone some major medical traumas in her life, resulting from a rare condition called intimal fibromuscular dysplasia.
The twist in the tale though is that the story is not so much about the patient and the horrors she went through, but about her husband Travis and the strain on their relationship. It’s a love story that reminds us that the afflicted are not the only ones affected by ill health.
In Sarah’s words, “Patients, you must remember to care for your caregivers.”