An unfortunate ipod incident.

Today continued the trend of work being quiet, but acceptable banter meaning the day doesn't drag too much. There were no annoying customers at all; even the tourists who couldn't speak any English were cooperative as opposed to the usual method of screaming at me in whatever language they speak in the hope that the trauma will unlock some subconscious multilingual cortex of my brain. One guy brought in an ipod that had been broken and was covered by our warranty. In returning it I had to enquire as to the fault for the paperwork and he explained that it simply didn't work at all after being out drinking one night. Towards the end of the process, as I was preparing his replacement, he decided to inform me not to directly touch the ipod or generally get too close to it as the true nature of the fault was, whilst drunk, various bodily functions had occurred on it. He had taken the care to eradicate the vomit and urine from it but the lingering smell was quite unpleasant. Nonetheless, the insurance is called "Whatever Happens" and in this case "Whatever" certainly did happen. I only feel for the guys in the depot that unwittingly recieves the foul smelling package in the next few weeks. After starting at 8:45 I finished at an oddly rota'd 3:45 giving me time to wander aimlesdly around town. The red cross guys were out harvesting direct debit details and one of them terrified me by addressing me by my name. I then remembered the name badge I wear but still, its a strange thing to do. Once home I played God Of War 3 which I bought today. It's stunning in its scale: your character is running around atop other mountain-sized characters which are moving and acting out a storyline, fighting with other similar sized gods, with you interacting and assisting. It is an enjoyable game in general but the size of it is breathtaking at times. Later I watched Tokyo Gore Police. It's a bizarre Japanese movie set in future Tokyo where the nationalized police are hunting 'engineers'; criminals genetically modified such that a wound reforms into a weapon. For example the opening scene seen a man's arm removed which regenerates as a fleshy chainsaw. It is one of those films which exists solely for the gore scenes, which manage to repeatedly outdo the last. By the halfway point it seems pretty twisted but still it becomes worse, slowly becoming the most twisted, sick, goriest film I've seen. And as such its great fun. There's no sense of realism in anything that happens and some set-ups are so outlandish that it is laugh out loud funny, and sometimes so deeply twisted that I was staring at the screen in disbelief. It is really a film that must be seen to be believed; to explain some scenes would not only spoil the fun, but would be impossible as they are so unthinkably strange. 5/10 because while it was entertaining it was by no means good, but I'm so shellshocked by the wierdness that I don't quite know what to give it. Song of the day is Mr Crowley by Ozzie Osbourne. It's a true classic with an incredible intro. I also find it interesting that the subject, Aleister Crowley, dubbed "the most evil man to ever live" lived about 15 miles away from my house in his day. A very strange man whether you believe in evil or not.