Sorry slightly off topic but hate is almost annoy so here goes
4 hours 15 minutes to travel 33 miles, I hate the M25, I want to murder it, hang it, shoot it, stab it, drown it, break its neck, I hate it. Do you know what those stupid bloody signs said “report of an accident”, the said that for 3 and a 1/2 hour, the speed limit was laughing at me 40 mile an hour they said, well if your reading this you stupid idiot I done 0.1 miles in an hour and a half that’s a maximum speed of 0.066667 miles an hour, not bloody 40. I hate you the idiot that controls the signs, I hate 5 live who half the time don’t mention anything about a a 30 mile traffic down in the south east, but if anywhere up north has two cars stuck behind each other they just drone on about it, then when they deem it bad enough, why give out the delay is 2 hours when it more like 4 hours, why say the jam is 10 miles long when it’s approaching 30 miles. I hate you Mrs M25 do you hear me. I had lamb for dinner which I thrown in the bin, and guess what I hate you. I hate being stuck in a jam and watch the sun slowly set in the West, the glow slowing disappearing from the sky, the planes flying into city airport, I hate watching the stars come out, I’m bored just seating there and slowly falling asleep, I hate being stuck in the traffic with an aching bladder. I hate falling out the car when I get in after doing 33 miles in 41/4 hour because I can’t move my legs and my knees have forgotten how to work because I been stuck in the bloody traffic jam. But most of all I hate the fact that when my knees and legs finally start to work again, and I get up off the road and dash in through the front door that I only got one toilet which the wifeis in. I hate the row after I shout at her, I hate the grovelling as I try to apologise and I hate trying to be nice so she speaks to me.
But most of all I hate the M25. End of rant, feel better for that.
If the matrix said 40mph then surely that is the speed you should've driven at.
Price of underpants. Reckon £1 a pair is a fair price, unless you're a young stag going on a date and the only thing inside your underpants to impress the ladies is a designer label.
Lying shop assistants. I bought an ipad from Currys/PC World in the week, the girl that served me asked me to stand by the till while she got my product from the back of the shop.
I watched her all the way and she never spoke to anyone in the process. When I start to pay she comes out with "I have just spoken to my manager and he said if you take out the extended warranty you can have the first month for free"
Having a knock at the front door at quarter to nine at night by a charity worker trying to sign me up with direct debit. If I get disturbed at that time, I want it to be by a neighbour who I can assist with a problem, be it being locked out of there house and they need somewhere warm to wait whilst the locksmith arrives or on one occasion the old girl who used to live next door who couldn’t get a jar of pickled onions open. I don’t want to see some student wearing a RSPCA tabard trying to get some money out of me, I want to get on with my dinner.
Having a knock at the front door at quarter to nine at night by a charity worker trying to sign me up with direct debit. If I get disturbed at that time, I want it to be by a neighbour who I can assist with a problem, be it being locked out of there house and they need somewhere warm to wait whilst the locksmith arrives or on one occasion the old girl who used to live next door who couldn’t get a jar of pickled onions open. I don’t want to see some student wearing a RSPCA tabard trying to get some money out of me, I want to get on with my dinner.
cold calling (by phone or in person) is allowed up to 9pm. Any later tell them to f-off.
Price of underpants. Reckon £1 a pair is a fair price, unless you're a young stag going on a date and the only thing inside your underpants to impress the ladies is a designer label.
Having a knock at the front door at quarter to nine at night by a charity worker trying to sign me up with direct debit. If I get disturbed at that time, I want it to be by a neighbour who I can assist with a problem, be it being locked out of there house and they need somewhere warm to wait whilst the locksmith arrives or on one occasion the old girl who used to live next door who couldn’t get a jar of pickled onions open. I don’t want to see some student wearing a RSPCA tabard trying to get some money out of me, I want to get on with my dinner.
cold calling (by phone or in person) is allowed up to 9pm. Any later tell them to f-off.
9 seems late.
We had one not long ago about 8ish, woke my daughter up as he hammered on the door, and looked at me incredulously when i told him it was unacceptable.
Wife tweeted her displeasure to the charity involved, and a quick look at their timeline showed half my street had complained within about 20 mins! If it was an old lady with a tin, i wouldn't mind, but a professional sales person can do one.
Worse is the Hello Fresh crowd who interrupt your dinner to tell you how much easier it is to have their overpriced ingredients delivery.
Having a knock at the front door at quarter to nine at night by a charity worker trying to sign me up with direct debit. If I get disturbed at that time, I want it to be by a neighbour who I can assist with a problem, be it being locked out of there house and they need somewhere warm to wait whilst the locksmith arrives or on one occasion the old girl who used to live next door who couldn’t get a jar of pickled onions open. I don’t want to see some student wearing a RSPCA tabard trying to get some money out of me, I want to get on with my dinner.
cold calling (by phone or in person) is allowed up to 9pm. Any later tell them to f-off.
Phone cold calls, I try to use them as free sex lines, If it's a man or woman calling, after they've introduced themselves I ask if they have any piercings or tattoos in intimate places, they tend to hang up after that.
Red light jumpers. Nearly got run down on a pedestrian crossing last night by an impatient white van man. Then again this morning by an idiot on a Boris bike.
Red light jumpers. Nearly got run down on a pedestrian crossing last night by an impatient white van man. Then again this morning by an idiot on a Boris bike.
I read this wrongly as light red jumpers. A real WTF moment.
Having a knock at the front door at quarter to nine at night by a charity worker trying to sign me up with direct debit. If I get disturbed at that time, I want it to be by a neighbour who I can assist with a problem, be it being locked out of there house and they need somewhere warm to wait whilst the locksmith arrives or on one occasion the old girl who used to live next door who couldn’t get a jar of pickled onions open. I don’t want to see some student wearing a RSPCA tabard trying to get some money out of me, I want to get on with my dinner.
cold calling (by phone or in person) is allowed up to 9pm. Any later tell them to f-off.
9 seems late.
We had one not long ago about 8ish, woke my daughter up as he hammered on the door, and looked at me incredulously when i told him it was unacceptable.
Wife tweeted her displeasure to the charity involved, and a quick look at their timeline showed half my street had complained within about 20 mins! If it was an old lady with a tin, i wouldn't mind, but a professional sales person can do one.
Worse is the Hello Fresh crowd who interrupt your dinner to tell you how much easier it is to have their overpriced ingredients delivery.
The smallest known measurement of time is me opening the door to a charity cold caller and me slamming the door on them.
Red light jumpers. Nearly got run down on a pedestrian crossing last night by an impatient white van man. Then again this morning by an idiot on a Boris bike.
I started to read this as though it was to do with the Red Light District
You only need a call about a pre-paid funeral plan and you have the full set.
I'm mid twenties, and I like to think I still have youthful good looks...
I was wandering down Bromley High Street the other day when I was accosted with the legendary question of "Have you got your will in order, sir?".
To add salt in the wound, even the bloody broadband salespeople don't bother accosting me on the street... Clearly they must think I dont look like I'll live long enough to honour the contract.
Red light jumpers. Nearly got run down on a pedestrian crossing last night by an impatient white van man. Then again this morning by an idiot on a Boris bike.
When I worked in Aldgate, barely a day would pass by without a close shave with a cyclist. Similarly, I have the same problem around Angel at the moment.
I know it's different, but I'm getting my confidence up on my motorbike at the moment - admittedly a small 125 before I go for my full license and big boy bike in April - and I honestly can't comprehend how dangerous/ballsy a lot of city cyclists are on the road.
On the road I feel like I hawk, constantly trying to get a 360 degree view to avoid every other bellend, I find myself imagining I'm invisible and likely to end up little more than a splat on the pavement if I take a gamble... and that's with the added protection of a bit of throttle to get me out of tight spots, a lot more safety kit, and a heavier bike.
Cold callers on the phone. When you pick it up and so hello, (number I do not know), no answer but you can hear noise in the background. I say hello again and someone says hello Mr ***, ( I am ex-directory as well). They then say their name and talk about whatever they are selling without saying their company. By this time my phone is replaced. I have had different companies, but the background noise is the same, I try not to be rude as it is probably students trying to earn pin money
Just got in early from work, kids and Mrs still at the school so nice and quiet here. Decided to make a coffee, put the coffee and water in the machine and remembered I’d left a bottle of wine in the van. Got back from the van to realise I hadn’t put a mug under the coffee and scenes of boiling water everywhere.
Just got in early from work, kids and Mrs still at the school so nice and quiet here. Decided to make a coffee, put the coffee and water in the machine and remembered I’d left a bottle of wine in the van. Got back from the van to realise I hadn’t put a mug under the coffee and scenes of boiling water everywhere.
wouldn't have been a problem if you had joined the rest of us plebs and boiled a kettle instead.
Just got in early from work, kids and Mrs still at the school so nice and quiet here. Decided to make a coffee, put the coffee and water in the machine and remembered I’d left a bottle of wine in the van. Got back from the van to realise I hadn’t put a mug under the coffee and scenes of boiling water everywhere.
wouldn't have been a problem if you had joined the rest of us plebs and boiled a kettle instead.
It's a one cup machine for proper coffee, you plebs probably drink that nasty instant shit.
Red light jumpers. Nearly got run down on a pedestrian crossing last night by an impatient white van man. Then again this morning by an idiot on a Boris bike.
When I worked in Aldgate, barely a day would pass by without a close shave with a cyclist. Similarly, I have the same problem around Angel at the moment.
I know it's different, but I'm getting my confidence up on my motorbike at the moment - admittedly a small 125 before I go for my full license and big boy bike in April - and I honestly can't comprehend how dangerous/ballsy a lot of city cyclists are on the road.
On the road I feel like I hawk, constantly trying to get a 360 degree view to avoid every other bellend, I find myself imagining I'm invisible and likely to end up little more than a splat on the pavement if I take a gamble... and that's with the added protection of a bit of throttle to get me out of tight spots, a lot more safety kit, and a heavier bike.
A close shave with a cyclist?is that a service you order in with a cyclist you have selected over the Internet?
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You would've got home quicker too.
I watched her all the way and she never spoke to anyone in the process. When I start to pay she comes out with "I have just spoken to my manager and he said if you take out the extended warranty you can have the first month for free"
No he didn't because you never spoke to anyone!!!
If I get disturbed at that time, I want it to be by a neighbour who I can assist with a problem, be it being locked out of there house and they need somewhere warm to wait whilst the locksmith arrives or on one occasion the old girl who used to live next door who couldn’t get a jar of pickled onions open.
I don’t want to see some student wearing a RSPCA tabard trying to get some money out of me, I want to get on with my dinner.
We had one not long ago about 8ish, woke my daughter up as he hammered on the door, and looked at me incredulously when i told him it was unacceptable.
Wife tweeted her displeasure to the charity involved, and a quick look at their timeline showed half my street had complained within about 20 mins! If it was an old lady with a tin, i wouldn't mind, but a professional sales person can do one.
Worse is the Hello Fresh crowd who interrupt your dinner to tell you how much easier it is to have their overpriced ingredients delivery.
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I was wandering down Bromley High Street the other day when I was accosted with the legendary question of "Have you got your will in order, sir?".
To add salt in the wound, even the bloody broadband salespeople don't bother accosting me on the street... Clearly they must think I dont look like I'll live long enough to honour the contract.
I know it's different, but I'm getting my confidence up on my motorbike at the moment - admittedly a small 125 before I go for my full license and big boy bike in April - and I honestly can't comprehend how dangerous/ballsy a lot of city cyclists are on the road.
On the road I feel like I hawk, constantly trying to get a 360 degree view to avoid every other bellend, I find myself imagining I'm invisible and likely to end up little more than a splat on the pavement if I take a gamble... and that's with the added protection of a bit of throttle to get me out of tight spots, a lot more safety kit, and a heavier bike.