The whole experience of trying to wash your hands in a modern public toilet - the stupid foam soap that doesn't actually perform like a proper soap, the motion sensitive taps that only turn on if you hold your hand in a position that means you can't actually put them under the stream of water without it cutting out (or the older style ones that you push down and they cut out before you can get your hand under the tap), and the stupid jet engine hand dryers that half deafen you as they blast your hands with freezing cold air and blow all the water onto your shoes.
In our needless quest to avoid having to touch anything that another human being might have touched we've made it almost impossible to wash our hands properly, while conveniently ignoring the fact that we still have to open the same door, using the same handle, as the bloke who just left without washing his hands at all.
And how many times have you been waving you hand over/under/around a tap like a fucking Jedi only for the bloke next to you to push a button and water comes out.
It's too fucking short, once you get good at something and I mean effortlessly, elitely good it's time to retire. And if you can't get effortlessly and elitelty good at anything life will always be one long frustration ultimately. I'm frustrated at how unfair life is, how it's meant to be accepted that there is classes yet how we are ruled by one class that none of us are going to ever break into, how nothing has changed since Victorian times when the upper classes sent nations of young men off to war to settle their disputes where they never get their hands grimey (Blairs hands are soaked in blood, yet clean, like lady Macbeth) how we accept shit service, how we elaborate and exaggerate not so shit service on twitter but continue to not be bothered to vote, to generally be cunts to each other, if jesus or an all powerful being did exist I bet his only commandment would have been 'don't be a cunt to each other' but we are, every single fucking day.
And Roland Duchatelet, that cunt. He annoys the peanuts in my type1 on the Bristol stool.
Drivers annoy me, fucking driving annoys me, and the rules of the road fucks me off even more. I managed to learn them as a 17 year old and know we drive on the left not the fucking middle lane. The police annoy me, not individual officers but anyone above the rank of inspector. Who tells people how to do a job they got fucked off out of ASAP because they were shit at it, the same applies for most old school jobs. British Gas, National Rail, British Telecom, the armed forces, the electricity board. All them fuckers.
And guarantees as well, buy something expensive from a shop. Pay more to buy it from a shop instead of the Internet. It doesn't work. Take it back to the shop 'you need to contact the manufacturer sir' fuck off cunt I bought it off you not Bosch.
Call centres and the fact they exist.
Middle management, no nothing pricks who ruin everyone's life below them by asking people who know shit to straighten out the consequences from their fucking stupid snap decisions they can never make when it matters.
Estate agents, professional liars. And fucking bad ones at that. They would inject their own children with Freddie Mercurys blood of they thought it would get then a chop of comission
And union reps who don't stick up for their members instead choosing to set off on a path of management within their own union whch ironically they are meant to be sworn against
The whole experience of trying to wash your hands in a modern public toilet - the stupid foam soap that doesn't actually perform like a proper soap, the motion sensitive taps that only turn on if you hold your hand in a position that means you can't actually put them under the stream of water without it cutting out (or the older style ones that you push down and they cut out before you can get your hand under the tap), and the stupid jet engine hand dryers that half deafen you as they blast your hands with freezing cold air and blow all the water onto your shoes.
In our needless quest to avoid having to touch anything that another human being might have touched we've made it almost impossible to wash our hands properly, while conveniently ignoring the fact that we still have to open the same door, using the same handle, as the bloke who just left without washing his hands at all.
When you search Amazon for a present, and then an advert for it keeps popping up in random places on various pages when you would really prefer that the person who shares your computer, and whom the present is for, didn't see it.
<<<<<< It keeps appearing there, bastard!
Yes I know there's probably a button I can press to make it disappear, but I don't know where that is.
The wife taking herself and the kids to visit her sister for the weekend. Result. Friday night, all day Saturday and most of Sunday to myself. That doesn't annoy me, but having a 'quick snooze' at 6pm last night and not waking up until 9 am this morning does. What a waste of a night.
Writing off weeks, months, years of your life craving the departure of this regime. When will this ever end? I haven't got so much left that I can afford to write it off :-(
I hate the trend of emphasizing points on documentaries by the use of stupid sound effects.
Hard to describe, but here goes (sort of) … shhhhh-boom or Ka-tang or thaaaa-dong normally with a pulsing sound in the background. Apart from giving me headache, it detracts from any serious point that is being made as it is more suited to superhero comic book characters. Baaa-tonk … ding.
When you search Amazon for a present, and then an advert for it keeps popping up in random places on various pages when you would really prefer that the person who shares your computer, and whom the present is for, didn't see it.
<<<<<< It keeps appearing there, bastard!
Yes I know there's probably a button I can press to make it disappear, but I don't know where that is. </p>
buy presents in incognito/private mode. same as you watch porn
Trying to have a quiet afteroon having a few beers with friends. Only for some bloke to come up to us with a bucket asking for spare change. I said to him "piss off Paul, if you haven't got the money to buy Charlton just say so"
Trying to have a quiet afteroon having a few beers with friends. Only for some bloke to come up to us with a bucket asking for spare change. I said to him "piss off Paul, if you haven't got the money to buy Charlton just say so"
"Fine, let me feel your leg and I'll give you a fiver."
Trying to have a quiet afteroon having a few beers with friends. Only for some bloke to come up to us with a bucket asking for spare change. I said to him "piss off Paul, if you haven't got the money to buy Charlton just say so"
"Fine, let me feel your leg and I'll give you a fiver."
No charge for that, all part of the service. 'Extras' must be paid for though.
The wife taking herself and the kids to visit her sister for the weekend. Result. Friday night, all day Saturday and most of Sunday to myself. That doesn't annoy me, but having a 'quick snooze' at 6pm last night and not waking up until 9 am this morning does. What a waste of a night.
The wife taking herself and the kids to visit her sister for the weekend. Result. Friday night, all day Saturday and most of Sunday to myself. That doesn't annoy me, but having a 'quick snooze' at 6pm last night and not waking up until 9 am this morning does. What a waste of a night.
The wife taking herself and the kids to visit her sister for the weekend. Result. Friday night, all day Saturday and most of Sunday to myself. That doesn't annoy me, but having a 'quick snooze' at 6pm last night and not waking up until 9 am this morning does. What a waste of a night.
What a shame, at least 3 J Arthurs missed.
3! I'd usually expect to fill a pint glass in that time.
Vet bills. Had to take the cat in this morning due to a bladder issue. So far the bill stands at £500 and while the vet's confident it will work, she can't guarantee it or whether the issue comes back or not.
I though my wife had insured them when we got them but she hadn't. I don't even like cats but can't see the poor little fecker suffer.
Vet bills. Had to take the cat in this morning due to a bladder issue. So far the bill stands at £500 and while the vet's confident it will work, she can't guarantee it or whether the issue comes back or not.
I though my wife had insured them when we got them but she hadn't. I don't even like cats but can't see the poor little fecker suffer.
Vet bills and I'll raise you Animal insurance!! I've just cancelled my threes insurance, robbing b@st@rds just hiked the price up to £50 month each! They can feck right off.
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In our needless quest to avoid having to touch anything that another human being might have touched we've made it almost impossible to wash our hands properly, while conveniently ignoring the fact that we still have to open the same door, using the same handle, as the bloke who just left without washing his hands at all.
It's too fucking short, once you get good at something and I mean effortlessly, elitely good it's time to retire. And if you can't get effortlessly and elitelty good at anything life will always be one long frustration ultimately. I'm frustrated at how unfair life is, how it's meant to be accepted that there is classes yet how we are ruled by one class that none of us are going to ever break into, how nothing has changed since Victorian times when the upper classes sent nations of young men off to war to settle their disputes where they never get their hands grimey (Blairs hands are soaked in blood, yet clean, like lady Macbeth) how we accept shit service, how we elaborate and exaggerate not so shit service on twitter but continue to not be bothered to vote, to generally be cunts to each other, if jesus or an all powerful being did exist I bet his only commandment would have been 'don't be a cunt to each other' but we are, every single fucking day.
And Roland Duchatelet, that cunt. He annoys the peanuts in my type1 on the Bristol stool.
Drivers annoy me, fucking driving annoys me, and the rules of the road fucks me off even more. I managed to learn them as a 17 year old and know we drive on the left not the fucking middle lane. The police annoy me, not individual officers but anyone above the rank of inspector. Who tells people how to do a job they got fucked off out of ASAP because they were shit at it, the same applies for most old school jobs. British Gas, National Rail, British Telecom, the armed forces, the electricity board. All them fuckers.
And guarantees as well, buy something expensive from a shop. Pay more to buy it from a shop instead of the Internet. It doesn't work. Take it back to the shop 'you need to contact the manufacturer sir' fuck off cunt I bought it off you not Bosch.
Call centres and the fact they exist.
Middle management, no nothing pricks who ruin everyone's life below them by asking people who know shit to straighten out the consequences from their fucking stupid snap decisions they can never make when it matters.
Estate agents, professional liars. And fucking bad ones at that. They would inject their own children with Freddie Mercurys blood of they thought it would get then a chop of comission
And union reps who don't stick up for their members instead choosing to set off on a path of management within their own union whch ironically they are meant to be sworn against
<<<<<< It keeps appearing there, bastard!
Yes I know there's probably a button I can press to make it disappear, but I don't know where that is.
When will this ever end?
I haven't got so much left that I can afford to write it off :-(
Seriously, no never!. Usually 8 hours is more than enough. I'll just have to compensate by not going to bed until Sunday night now.
Hard to describe, but here goes (sort of) … shhhhh-boom or Ka-tang or thaaaa-dong normally with a pulsing sound in the background. Apart from giving me headache, it detracts from any serious point that is being made as it is more suited to superhero comic book characters. Baaa-tonk … ding.
I though my wife had insured them when we got them but she hadn't. I don't even like cats but can't see the poor little fecker suffer.
I've just cancelled my threes insurance, robbing b@st@rds just hiked the price up to £50 month each!
They can feck right off.