People that just stop in front of you on a busy pavement. If you're lost move to the side. I'm already angry and worked up enough on my way to work without the obligatory stoppers, or those that feel the need to zig zag to where they are going rather than walk in a straight line
I think there was a brief experiment somewhere in London not too long ago, with having fast and slow lanes on the pavement, must have not caught on though.
There's a certain category of person, not necessarily fatties, that somehow seem able to dominate the whole pavement - you try and overtake on the left and it's blocked, same again on the right, so eventually you have to walk out into the road (risking life and limb) to get passed. Like Lewis Hamilton taking a diversion up the pit lane just to overtake a back marker.
These blockers/stoppers or people that can't walk straight plague me. I can guarantee that I will encounter at least 5 or 6 prior to work - thus facilitating an increase in my level of anger prior to the day starting. Another favourite are those that are glued to the mobile whilst walking down the street. Particularly good for me as my route home from work is walking from covent garden to westminster tube. I just wish I had it in me to completely smash the phone out their hands next time they bump into me because they aren't looking where they are going
The phone thing is beyond annoying. I suggest you carry a samurai and slice their hand off. That will teach them a valuable lesson, and if nothing else, will almost certainly make them think about using the other hand to hold a phone in.
Being of the older generation, I use my mobile sparingly. I do however like to stroll across London bridge in the peak rush hour, whilst reading my "Daily Telegraph", with outstretched arms. I find it surprising how many people fail to walk round me when I cant see them; so discourteous :-)
Getting called a dirty old perv for admiring the female form in this grand weather, when I get home from work and turn on the TV and keep seeing trailers for 'Magic Mike XL'
To be fair the original point of my frustration re: 3G and wifi was I get signed out of here when it cuts to 3G. I can't think of one thread or time on here that I could honestly say I'm at the point of the vinegar strokes. If that was the case then I should be banned for being a very odd individual
To be fair the original point of my frustration re: 3G and wifi was I get signed out of here when it cuts to 3G. I can't think of one thread or time on here that I could honestly say I'm at the point of the vinegar strokes. If that was the case then I should be banned for being a very odd individual
Horse Shit in the road/on the pavement. If my mutt curls one out I have to clean it up, why don't horse riders have to clean up after their nags have dropped a load?
Old Bill horses are the worst for this. Especially in pedestrian areas up London like Covent Garden.
A once prized find, bag it up and take it home. Admittedly a bit awkward on the train, but once you explain to your fellow commuters that you’re going to put it on your tomatoes, I don’t think they’ll bother you any further.
Yep, I might wait until the temperature gets up to 35 today, and try that on the Cannon Street train. :-)
People on a phone conversation moaning how hot they are on the train, like they're the only person Is about to melt.
Just a small observation fellow commuter, but what about taking the jumper off that you have on?
I see a few people with coats or jumpers on. How are they so impervious to the heat!? On the train last night, that was probably set to gas mark 5, there was a bloke in his suit and tie. Not a bead of sweat on him!
Some of our c*nty fans on Twitter sending Callum Harriot messages like 'take off our shirt and find another club'. I don't think I've ever seen him be disrespectful to Charlton, regardless of his performances (you know the same knobheads were knocking one out when he was scoring for fun and the end of the season before last)
Some of our c*nty fans on Twitter sending Callum Harriot messages like 'take off our shirt and find another club'. I don't think I've ever seen him be disrespectful to Charlton, regardless of his performances (you know the same knobheads were knocking one out when he was scoring for fun and the end of the season before last)
Spot on. I saw that. He's done nothing wrong in fact i would say he's been harshly overlooked yet you get trolls sending him messages like that.
Some of our c*nty fans on Twitter sending Callum Harriot messages like 'take off our shirt and find another club'. I don't think I've ever seen him be disrespectful to Charlton, regardless of his performances (you know the same knobheads were knocking one out when he was scoring for fun and the end of the season before last)
Going to the toilet at work... or the lack of etiquette involved.
Now allow me to qualify this, there has always been one sanctuary everywhere I have worked; the toilets. This is a place where all sins are forgotten and judgement is an alien concept. It's a place where you can be at one with the universe, completely alone with only your thoughts for company. It is also the one place where you can sit down and think "Awesome, I'm literally getting paid to have a shit.". It's bliss.
It's the one period of time where you can truly relax; in a 45 hour work week, of which 5 hours will inevitably be bone crushingly dull meetings mixed in with another 30 hours of staring out of the window thinking 'I wish I was out there. In that pub. Drinking that pint.' and 'Look at the skirt over there, I do love this weather.' (Before you remember that this weather will see you burrowed in to someones armpit on your commute home.)... it's calm.
So what annoys me about it? Two kinds of people...
The socialite
Nobody likes me where I work at the moment, it comes down to getting smashed after my second day and not really remembering enough to know what I did wrong - but I am a social lepper. I don't mind that, because it prevents me having conversations in The Sanctuary of The Toilet. However, I still see other poor souls cornered by the sink, basquing in their after-poop calmness before... boom, conversation right at ya face.
For me though, the annoyance is when I'm trying to go to the toilet. I have my trousers down by my ankles, twitter on my phone and I'm letting my hair down. I don't need to know about so-and-so's wedding, nor what you did last night. I just need to empty my bowels and collect my thoughts.
If you are going to attempt a conversation then please be warned, this is the one place where I can be as disgusting as I like. I fear no judgement for noise nor smell, and I will fuck your conversation up if I feel the need. You will hear things that can't be unheard, and you will smell things that modern medicine should be striving to prevent. See, when I'm enjoying my post-lunch poop I will no doubt be tanked up on a volatile mixture of coffee, nicotine, lunch times fruit and last nights curry - this is as healthy for your conversation as it is the toilet bowl.
See, it's not so much for selfish reasons that The Socialites annoy me - but it's for their own well being too. Just have your conversation in the corridor outside.
The Hygienist
The Hygienist is a peculiar beast, whereas most of us associate the toilets of our workplace with the sacred act of 'dropping the kids off' - these chaps see it as the ideal place to quickly brush their teeth on a whim. Whilst I could potentially understand doing it post-lunch (much like my own toilet routine) - I can't understand doing it at 4pm, when you've just been on the phone for 15 minutes.
However, it's not the act of being hygenic that I despise - it's the very fact that I can I hear you getting a nice froth in your mouth going whilst I'm trying to take a dump. Call me old fashioned, but I'm a gentleman and I genuinely fear for your health with the particles that are going to be in the air when I open my cubicle door. The thought actually makes me feel a little sick.
I once worked with a man who at 10.30 exactly, would put his newspaper in his back pocket, his sandwiches in his overall pocket and go and spend at least 15 minutes in the toilet, eating and reading. I was always hoping, someone would go in the trap next door and have a stinking dump
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The summer is here -so let's be a dirty old perve - threads that appear every summer.
thanks google:
shaftfestering root = The Vinegar BottleYou know the rest.....
Think it's norvvern, maybe Scouse
To be fair the original point of my frustration re: 3G and wifi was I get signed out of here when it cuts to 3G. I can't think of one thread or time on here that I could honestly say I'm at the point of the vinegar strokes. If that was the case then I should be banned for being a very odd individual
; )
On the train last night, that was probably set to gas mark 5, there was a bloke in his suit and tie. Not a bead of sweat on him!
@Kings__Kid
Am I the only person who finds it really unattractive?
Now allow me to qualify this, there has always been one sanctuary everywhere I have worked; the toilets. This is a place where all sins are forgotten and judgement is an alien concept. It's a place where you can be at one with the universe, completely alone with only your thoughts for company. It is also the one place where you can sit down and think "Awesome, I'm literally getting paid to have a shit.". It's bliss.
It's the one period of time where you can truly relax; in a 45 hour work week, of which 5 hours will inevitably be bone crushingly dull meetings mixed in with another 30 hours of staring out of the window thinking 'I wish I was out there. In that pub. Drinking that pint.' and 'Look at the skirt over there, I do love this weather.' (Before you remember that this weather will see you burrowed in to someones armpit on your commute home.)... it's calm.
So what annoys me about it? Two kinds of people...
The socialite
Nobody likes me where I work at the moment, it comes down to getting smashed after my second day and not really remembering enough to know what I did wrong - but I am a social lepper. I don't mind that, because it prevents me having conversations in The Sanctuary of The Toilet. However, I still see other poor souls cornered by the sink, basquing in their after-poop calmness before... boom, conversation right at ya face.
For me though, the annoyance is when I'm trying to go to the toilet. I have my trousers down by my ankles, twitter on my phone and I'm letting my hair down. I don't need to know about so-and-so's wedding, nor what you did last night. I just need to empty my bowels and collect my thoughts.
If you are going to attempt a conversation then please be warned, this is the one place where I can be as disgusting as I like. I fear no judgement for noise nor smell, and I will fuck your conversation up if I feel the need. You will hear things that can't be unheard, and you will smell things that modern medicine should be striving to prevent. See, when I'm enjoying my post-lunch poop I will no doubt be tanked up on a volatile mixture of coffee, nicotine, lunch times fruit and last nights curry - this is as healthy for your conversation as it is the toilet bowl.
See, it's not so much for selfish reasons that The Socialites annoy me - but it's for their own well being too. Just have your conversation in the corridor outside.
The Hygienist
The Hygienist is a peculiar beast, whereas most of us associate the toilets of our workplace with the sacred act of 'dropping the kids off' - these chaps see it as the ideal place to quickly brush their teeth on a whim. Whilst I could potentially understand doing it post-lunch (much like my own toilet routine) - I can't understand doing it at 4pm, when you've just been on the phone for 15 minutes.
However, it's not the act of being hygenic that I despise - it's the very fact that I can I hear you getting a nice froth in your mouth going whilst I'm trying to take a dump. Call me old fashioned, but I'm a gentleman and I genuinely fear for your health with the particles that are going to be in the air when I open my cubicle door. The thought actually makes me feel a little sick.
You're getting off lightly compared to the poor guy who thinks the toilets make the perfect social hub.
These people, wherever they are coming from, are ruining the soul of my city. 'Can I taste the meat?????'
I've heard it all now. I felt like confronting him and pointing out we're not at a top London restaurant, we're in Forest Hill/East Dulwich border.