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So, I drag myself to the other side of town to try and pick up my undelivered shredder from DHL's depot, only to discover that it's not there. It seems that the man-with-a-van subsidiary that also operates under their name is less than reliable - if stuff isn't delivered, it turns up at the depot 'eventually' (however long that is...) but apparently Friday afternoon to Monday afternoon isn't long enough.

Then the person I was dealing with made the mistake of trying to palm off her work on me. I can forgive incompetence, but laziness really vexes me.

DHL #1: so, you need to phone this number.
Me: No, I think what you meant to say was that you're going to phone that number and find out where my package is.
DHL #1: Oh.... [looks to DHL #2 for moral support]... We don't do that.
Me: I think it's a good idea, considering I've already been inconvenienced.
DHL #2: we need your phone number, so we can let you know what's going on.

Apparently the confounding customers dark side is not strong in DHL #1, though writing down phone numbers in a surly manner is. I must remind myself never to whine about Royal Mail again.

Meanwhile, over the weekend, I entertained myself by watching S.P.L, which is one of the more recent Hong Kong blockbusters. It's got Donnie Yen strutting about in it, which is always fine by me, while Sammo Hung delivers a tour de force performance as the villain. Bad things happen to 95% of the cast and the body count is as high as you expect from a Hong Kong movie. However, I couldn't help thinking about the way the characters all stood around in a couple of scenes, resembling nothing more than the actors from Blackadder the Third - legs apart, genitals thrust out (and in Donnie Yen's case, hands on hips).

This theme was then continued when I followed that movie up with Royal Tramp, a Stephen Chow movie which is pretty much a set of penis jokes disguised as a storyline. Not that this is a bad thing. ;)