I'm all for keep fit and understand it is popular with many people but surely all these women in brightly coloured yoga pants/gym pants/stretchy things can't be on the way to a spin class. And newsflash sister - squeezing your size 18 ass into said items does not make you fitter, stop wobbling around burger king and go to the gym
So mind numbingly boring and it turns out we didn't have to go through it all in the first place.
Then people trying to be funny about using 'political' jokes. The 'Bremainers' acting all smug and the 'Brexiters' chucking their toys out the pram, just how it was the other way round a few month ago.
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How do you even lock yourself out of a car nowadays? As you have to trigger the lock with your keys, presumably?
You open any door, (other than the driver's door). You leave your key fob inside your wallet and you throw a bag carefully on top of it so that it squashes the lock button and when you shut the passenger door everything is perfectly locked. Try it out.
Having bought a first pressing, in this case of Lou Reed's Transformer LP, and finding the seller has attached the price using Gorilla Glue or something similar so that you spend time and effort and a mix of bizarre solvents to get it off without damaging the LP.
#This also applies to price tags on items bought for my early 80's Motorola phones.
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How did you get out of this situation Dippenhall (er … assuming you have?)
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
When you're having a debate/argument with someone and their riposte is 'well that says more about you really'. Such a meaningless and boring comment when they've clearly run out of things to say.
Superdry - What on earth are they putting in the water to make otherwise rational people decide they want to buy some overpriced tat from Cheltenham, pretending to be from Japan. Also, why is it so hard to actually get dry?
I purchased one of their windcheaters the other month and have to admit I am impressed as they're great at keeping me warm
I bought a replacement at bluewater on Wednesday, £75. Then went to Bicester Village on Thursday and saw it for 49...probably my own fault but annoying nonetheless!
I also had the most annoying commuter sitting next to me on Friday morning. Eating something that smelt like puke, feet on the opposite seat and loudly telling her friend on the phone how as a lawyer her assumptions are correct 98% of the time...
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How did you get out of this situation Dippenhall (er … assuming you have?)
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
Knowledge is such a wonderful thing.
Fortunately parked in client's underground car park in Bristol, borrowed £100 and a coat, got train home and returned next day with the spare.
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How did you get out of this situation Dippenhall (er … assuming you have?)
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
Knowledge is such a wonderful thing.
Fortunately parked in client's underground car park in Bristol, borrowed £100 and a coat, got train home and returned next day with the spare.
I used own a mk3 Courtina. I used to ask passerby to unlock my car if locked my keys in the car. I believe that ford was nicknamed "the takeaway " as well as others.
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How did you get out of this situation Dippenhall (er … assuming you have?)
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
Knowledge is such a wonderful thing.
Fortunately parked in client's underground car park in Bristol, borrowed £100 and a coat, got train home and returned next day with the spare.
I used own a mk3 Courtina. I used to ask passerby to unlock my car if locked my keys in the car. I believe that ford was nicknamed "the takeaway " as well as others.
I knew a girl who had a mark 2 escort. Used to let myself in with a lolly stick.
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How did you get out of this situation Dippenhall (er … assuming you have?)
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
Knowledge is such a wonderful thing.
Fortunately parked in client's underground car park in Bristol, borrowed £100 and a coat, got train home and returned next day with the spare.
I used own a mk3 Courtina. I used to ask passerby to unlock my car if locked my keys in the car. I believe that ford was nicknamed "the takeaway " as well as others.
I knew a girl who had a mark 2 escort. Used to let myself in with a lolly stick.
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How did you get out of this situation Dippenhall (er … assuming you have?)
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
Knowledge is such a wonderful thing.
Fortunately parked in client's underground car park in Bristol, borrowed £100 and a coat, got train home and returned next day with the spare.
I used own a mk3 Courtina. I used to ask passerby to unlock my car if locked my keys in the car. I believe that ford was nicknamed "the takeaway " as well as others.
I knew a girl who had a mark 2 escort. Used to let myself in with a lolly stick.
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How did you get out of this situation Dippenhall (er … assuming you have?)
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
Knowledge is such a wonderful thing.
Fortunately parked in client's underground car park in Bristol, borrowed £100 and a coat, got train home and returned next day with the spare.
I used own a mk3 Courtina. I used to ask passerby to unlock my car if locked my keys in the car. I believe that ford was nicknamed "the takeaway " as well as others.
I used to love old Ford's and their almost universal keys. you could really mess with people who didn't realise
I had an '82 Corolla coupé with frameless doors, so if I locked myself out I (or anyone) could just pull the glass away from the roof seal and just hook a bit of string, or a tie or a belt, around the door catch and open it that way. Saved me about three times. And even in broad daylight, nobody ever questioned me breaking into it.
Locking yourself out of your car with phone, coat, wallet and money safely inside and 120 miles from home.
How did you get out of this situation Dippenhall (er … assuming you have?)
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
Knowledge is such a wonderful thing.
Fortunately parked in client's underground car park in Bristol, borrowed £100 and a coat, got train home and returned next day with the spare.
I used own a mk3 Courtina. I used to ask passerby to unlock my car if locked my keys in the car. I believe that ford was nicknamed "the takeaway " as well as others.
I knew a girl who had a mark 2 escort. Used to let myself in with a lolly stick.
Vodafone sneaking their xmas advert in already. I'm sure it's probably not long till we're joined by all the others. Middle aged women fawning over the new John Lewis one and all that shite. But I wish Ofcom could put some rule in place that prevent these until 1st December.
Superdry - What on earth are they putting in the water to make otherwise rational people decide they want to buy some overpriced tat from Cheltenham, pretending to be from Japan. Also, why is it so hard to actually get dry?
I purchased one of their windcheaters the other month and have to admit I am impressed as they're great at keeping me warm
I bought a replacement at bluewater on Wednesday, £75. Then went to Bicester Village on Thursday and saw it for 49...probably my own fault but annoying nonetheless!
I also had the most annoying commuter sitting next to me on Friday morning. Eating something that smelt like puke, feet on the opposite seat and loudly telling her friend on the phone how as a lawyer her assumptions are correct 98% of the time...
If so, they're really nice looking jackets. To be entirely honest, I've never got the fascination with Superdry.. but, whenever I see these out-and-about I really like the look of them. I may pop in to the Superdry store in Bromley tomorrow..
1. I start a new contract tomorrow, apparently. It's not the kind of client I'd usually go for, but it's coming up to Christmas so beggars can't be choosers. Unfortunately we didn't finalise the paperwork on Friday afternoon... so I'm totally baffled as to how to approach tomorrow morning. (I emailed this afternoon, and will email at 7am tomorrow - but will likely be around to shoot over to their offices if needs be.)
2. I'm apparently working in Dublin this week.. hence why the above issue is a bit of a bugger. I don't particularly want to be throwing my stuff in a bag and leaving for the airport at the last minute. (That reminds me.. where's my passport?)
3. My stomach is wrecked thanks to a combination of drinking on Friday (and the obligatory kebab), a few pints of Guinness and one of the Madejski's finest pies on Saturday, and a KFC for lunch today. So I'm currently curled up in bed feeling sorry for myself, whilst doing the odd sprint to the toilet that would give Usain Bolt a run for his money.
On the flip side, for the next 3 months I should be finding myself in Dublin - potentially weekly.
Constant adverts on YouTube. Yes I understand that they're needed for revenue but an advert every other video when trying to listen to a mix / play list gets very annoying quickly.
Constant adverts on YouTube. Yes I understand that they're needed for revenue but an advert every other video when trying to listen to a mix / play list gets very annoying quickly.
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And newsflash sister - squeezing your size 18 ass into said items does not make you fitter, stop wobbling around burger king and go to the gym
#This also applies to price tags on items bought for my early 80's Motorola phones.
And picture frames from charity shops.
Due to some mental aberration I once locked keys in the back of a Vauxhall Combi van. Even though the the front doors were open, there was no way of retrieving them.
The AA man arrived shaking his head, saying it was going to be a job and half breaking in. However, after consulting his laptop he had a smile on his face and told me to operate the driver’s lock seven times (that’s 7 ups and seven downs) … sure enough the back door lock released.
Knowledge is such a wonderful thing.
I also had the most annoying commuter sitting next to me on Friday morning. Eating something that smelt like puke, feet on the opposite seat and loudly telling her friend on the phone how as a lawyer her assumptions are correct 98% of the time...
I believe that ford was nicknamed "the takeaway " as well as others.
Is that a euphemism?
And even in broad daylight, nobody ever questioned me breaking into it.
Fuck knows why it's a secret.
If so, they're really nice looking jackets. To be entirely honest, I've never got the fascination with Superdry.. but, whenever I see these out-and-about I really like the look of them. I may pop in to the Superdry store in Bromley tomorrow..
1. I start a new contract tomorrow, apparently. It's not the kind of client I'd usually go for, but it's coming up to Christmas so beggars can't be choosers. Unfortunately we didn't finalise the paperwork on Friday afternoon... so I'm totally baffled as to how to approach tomorrow morning. (I emailed this afternoon, and will email at 7am tomorrow - but will likely be around to shoot over to their offices if needs be.)
2. I'm apparently working in Dublin this week.. hence why the above issue is a bit of a bugger. I don't particularly want to be throwing my stuff in a bag and leaving for the airport at the last minute. (That reminds me.. where's my passport?)
3. My stomach is wrecked thanks to a combination of drinking on Friday (and the obligatory kebab), a few pints of Guinness and one of the Madejski's finest pies on Saturday, and a KFC for lunch today. So I'm currently curled up in bed feeling sorry for myself, whilst doing the odd sprint to the toilet that would give Usain Bolt a run for his money.
On the flip side, for the next 3 months I should be finding myself in Dublin - potentially weekly.
Just struggled to open one in the office and juice spurted all over my desk and up my computer.