Live life by my new motto - "What would Jack do?"

Okay so I am on holiday in Spain we leave our villa to drive to the airport in plenty of time, it is about an hours drive away so we leave at 7:15pm for the 9:50pm flight. Unfortunately, the motorway to the airport is traffic jammed – we sit the traffic jam for ages and ages getting increasingly nervous. We can’t reroute because the only map we have is the crap one that you get with the hire car. We are listening to a CD of old classic tunes – Mack the Knife, Volare, Theme from James bond etc and getting more and more nervous. Eventually, I get so paniced that I decide to drive along the hard shoulder (very naughty) we made it about 50 metres before a massive truck (and presumably massive angry truck driver) decides to deliberately pull over and block the way – I don’t ram him out of the way using my Jack powers though and merely meekly pull back onto the motorway. Next I decide to come off the motorway and look at our options so I pull of the motorway go round the roundabout and then rejoin (cunningly gaining about 500m using this cheeky technique). We get a bit further before being diverted off the motorway – the whole motorway was block by a crash with a truck and bus. I then manage to get trapped in some kind of university campus – a this point we are 30 mins before the flight leaves and I might be driving quite quickly (but safely). There are no exits from the university car park that I am trapped in – really bad news. I am shouting where are the exits , the god-damn exits…. Anyway eventually we escape and shreeek up to the airport and abandon the car in front of the airport in the manner that would cause an bomb scare in London but in Spain they are more relaxed. We run to the desk and find we have missed check in by 20 minutes and missed our flight.

We book on the next flight (the next day).

Okay so what would Jack have done (apart from not miss the flight….)

One of my hens hatched a clutch of eggs last Fall. Five of the chicks survived various barnyard ordeals and have grown up into late adolescent chickens. The problem is that four of them are roosters. Noisy roosters. Noisy roosters who have taken to roosting in a tree right outside my bedroom window.

Now I admit it, I’m a morning person. I like getting up early, and in the winter, I even like being up to see the sunrise. But as the year rushes on towards summer, the dawn’s first light comes earlier and earlier. So does the roosters’ crowing. So, how does this mesh with the “what would Jack do?” philosophy?

I’m pretty sure Jack does not always stay awake 24 hrs a day, even though those days are the only ones we get to see on TV. But we have to remember that Jack has a whole bunch of regular days in between his epic 24 hr days. And I suspect Jack, being a reasonable kinda guy, likes to sleep in from time to time. So, if faced with a flock of friggin’ roosters who crow him awake when he wants nothing more than another hour’s sleep, I feel certain that Jack would take action.

Immediate action.

Decisive action.

Lethal action.

Not some fowl chicken-choking action, mind you, but cap-bustin’ feather-flyin’ mother-pluckin’ chicken-in-the-pot action!

What do you think? What would Jack do?

Those who know, know. Those who don’t, get a clue! 24 (the TV series)

I think I can guarantee that there would be less torture and killing in the day. Probably more cheese eating, beer drinking, more fretting slightly ineffectually, less patching through but more chatting. I wonder which approach would work better…

I had to come home from work today because of a tummy bug. You can’t see Jack ever having a tummy bug – he just wouldn’t stand for it. If he had one then I convince myself he too would come home, put his special poorly clothes on (an old jumper and comfy trousers) and tuck himself up in bed – before starving himself for 24 hours and drinking lots of water to flushing the damn bug out.

I am now going to live my life by the motto – “What would Jack (Bauer) do?”

Hopefully this will be cool…