Stupity at new levels

From the Connex website:

We wanted to explain to our customers what actually happens when the temperatures rise. In extreme heat:

the metal tracks, which can become as hot as 60°C, expand and have the potential to buckle;
sun-glare affects the ability to properly see signals and station monitors;
fires can break out beside train lines and in timber sleepers;
the air conditioning units on many of our trains are only designed to operate up to 35°C and thus have the potential to fail in extreme heat;
the power supply to trains can fluctuate leading to faulty lights and other electrical problems; and
power outages are also common due to the multiple demands on Melbourne’s power supply.


Sun glare?? WTF???? Put your visor down, or wear a pair of sunglasses!?!? If people in cars can deal with having to see a traffic light every ten metres, how the hell do train drivers get so confused by the signals??

What's more, that is all they have to watch! There's no other trains on their line they have to contend with steering around!! Connex you have done it again...now we are entrusting our lives twice a day to people who are either colour blind or so stupid they should not be let out of the house, let alone piloting overcrowded trains all day.

Either that, or you just can't think of a better excuse. Which makes me think perhaps you are as stupid as the train drivers you purport to hiring.

Al

Worlds Apart

Once a year we amble down to the park for a festival if all things gay. It's through a sense of obligation to those who had it much harder than me to live life as a gay man that I go down and walk around, avoiding the lustful eyes of men older than my father.

Despite this unwanted attention from people who could kill the ugly tree they hit it so hard, it's something else that always seems to fascinate me.

It's so funny that lesbians get lumped into the same venue once a year as gay men. The difference is like Datsun and BMW, Coon and a French Blue, cask versus Veuve (assuming there is a cask version??). And yet because we are all gay, we get lumped into the same venue! I'd love to know what the lesbians are celebrating as they roll around in the dirt, their feet the colour of the ash our fine cheeses get rolled in.

The gay men, on the other hand, are celebrating the fact that they have managed to avoid the lesbians spilling beer all over them, as the lesbians struggle about in a drunken stupor yelling obscenities at each other as a matter of course. And so we scurried back to our apartments in our European cars and were safe once more!

Lesbians seem similar to gypsies, no shame...and a foul mouth.

Al

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