Alexander McQueen, Burberry, Harrods, Mulberry and Stella McCartney will all compete for the ‘British Luxury Brand’ accolade at this year’s Walpole Awards for Excellence. Burberry leads the nominations this year, as well as battling for the top honour, the heritage brand is also hoping to pick up the ‘Luxury Brand Online’ award, competing against Jimmy Choo and Tiffany & Co, and is up against Dunhill for the ‘British Luxury Brand Overseas’ accolade.
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At the risk of insulting the nearly 8,700,000 residents of the Garden State, I should explain that I was raised along the Jersey shore. I graduated from Red Bank High and spent many summers at the Driftwood Beach Club in Sea Bright. But as soon as I could muster the courage, I left that overcrowded, haven for the Sopranos, behind in 1976, and moved to the desert resort community of Scottsdale, Arizona. It only took a few years to rid myself of the telltale Eastern accent and acclimate to sunny days, wide-open spaces, and toll-free roadways.
While I've only touched on some of the reasons I departed the home of cranberry bogs and Bruce Springsteen, suffice it to say I left also left my snow shovel in the garage when I sold the house and never looked back. After all, winters in Scottsdale average near 70 degrees. I did enjoy a few aspects of shore living but not enough to keep me there. But enough about that part of the country. This article is really about what makes us crazy. Being from NJ was a beginning, but not entirely responsible for my current disabled behavior.
I don't remember much about the Jersey drivers but I imagine they can't be much worse than what I encounter daily in the West. It amazes me how most got their licenses. Was there some sort of online exam they could take that I missed? What else could account for their immature, uncourteous, lack of skills, and common sense? How can someone drive with no apparent realization that there are actually other drivers on the road? How can they make unique turns, sudden stops, and disturbing instantaneous speed changes that defy most laws of physics? I'm obviously one of the only drivers not vision-impaired and somewhat conscious of most of the rules of the road. That's some sort of disability in itself, if one is to survive the snarl of unending traffic.
Another problem I possess is the inability to express myself properly. The other day I pulled into a well-known, fast-food, place's drive-thru and ordered my usual 'chicken taco salad.' I assume they heard me because they asked if I wanted "haormadsews" which I translated on prior trips to say, "hot-or-mild sauce." I declined, as I always do, and picked up my order. As I pulled away, I peered into the bag to discover a cheeseburger with fries. Why would that include "haormadsews" anyway, I thought? Pulling back around, I now spent and additional twenty minutes going into the restaurant, waiting in line and finally getting my correct order. Instead of apologizing, the clerk inform me I must have said something that sounded like "cheeseburger." To which baidu news I replied, "Chicken taco salad" could, if one were, say, Chinese, sound EXACTLY like "cheeseburger." Chalk up disability number three.
I have to admit that I have a fourth disability that is equally troublesome: failure to recognize the true problem. I've purchased a variety of domains and hosting sites online and had numerous problems. When I call for technical support usually one of the following occurs. I wait on hold for 30 minutes to discover the office is closed and I'm invited to leave a number or visit their site for FAQ's or technical assistance. I've left many messages, which were ignored, so I call back. Now I get a nice gentleman named Sabu in Bombay, India. Although he is quite polite, he has an accent that could bring Professor Henry Higgins to his knees. I ask him to repeat every answer many times and still can't figure out what he's saying. Eventually, I realize the futility of the situation and hang up. Then he sends an e-mail apologizing for the communication problem and detailing my real problem: my computer's probably out of memory.
So I today news dash to my local computer dealer (another national chain) and they sell me more memory. Back home, nothing works. I return to the shop and they sell me a new hard drive. Home again, still no luck. Four hundred dollars and several other parts later, they tell me to get a whole new computer and no, they won't give me a refund on the "used" parts they sold me just two days ago. So I bite the bullet, buy a new computer, but not from them, the greedy #$%@*!
So maybe this counts as disability five: the one where I can't see when I'm getting taken to the cleaners and have "sucker" stamped on my forehead.
I have a plethora of other disabilities that cause me daily consternation: I'm stupid, at least according to some relatives (although I possess two degrees); cheap, according to e-mails offering penis enlargements that I won't purchase; not financially smart, because I ignore all the refinance-your-mortgage offers I receive in the mail (even though I don't have a mortgage); and ignorant, because I purchased a pathetic Civic instead of a hot Hummer and laugh about rising gas prices (it also helps that I work out of the home and hardly drive at all).
So, with all these disabilities, it's hard to believe I can function at all. I must have no life or chose to be oblivious to everything that goes on around me. Yet, even with these flaws, http://www.88822.com/#03666/read.php?tid=980 I will continue to attempt to order salads and troubleshoot computer glitches. Did I forget to mention I just got back from the Post Office with a small package that was prepaid for a return? After the clerk got off the floor from laughing so hard at the two-dollar postage on the label, I just had to ask what was the matter. Then he then told me it would be another five dollars and what the heck was I thinking? That's about par for the course, I reckon.
That said, I still will not allow a few behavioral problems to keep me from my daily functions. So join with me in my crusade to overcome our disabilities and strive for our survival. In my particular case, it's my way of saying to the world, "even though I'm from Jersey, I can take everything you can dish out!"
The basic user interface is familiar enough. Tap the lower left button to bring up your current location and compass direction. Tap the bottom right corner, and the map will curl up to the left, showing buttons for dropping a pin, displaying traffic, or activating hybrid and satellite views. The satellite view is weird; it animates smoothly, but everything looks a little crunched and distorted. The standard road display is better, but even then, the app has a curious way of highlighting strange neighbourhood names and landmarks, rather than the major ones you'd expect it to flag up.
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