Turning up at 12pm for an appointment at Ford only for the sales rep to arrive at 12.15 on a test drive with another customer who then has to decide whether to buy the car. I was a bit sharp when we caught him disappearing into the showroom. Wasn't expecting a sarcastic comment back. If it was me buying the car I would have walked out.
Furthering the animal theme posts. I've worked a few night shifts in an out of hours vets recently.
Is there anybody that can explain to me why an owner feels the need to call you at 3am to book their pets booster vaccination/order food/order flea/working treatment/ask for controlled drugs ok maybe not that last one. But you get the jist.
Also, "experienced" breeders going on holiday the same time their dog is due to give birth.
Also, ghetto mums that bring their 8 kids and uncontrolled dog in to the clinic, off the lead, and hurl abuse for even suggesting they should place said animal on the lead for the safety of theirs and other animals in the waiting area.
Having a pet dog, cat, reptile, rodent or whatever is a responsibility not a given right.
Yeah, long night, just woke up in a daze and needed to rant.
The variable speed limits on the M25 at the moment... Seriously how are they safe?
Between the A2 this morning in quick succession I was told I could go from 50mph - 60mph - 40mph
Thankfully I stayed @ 50mph as was wary that we might go down to 40mph (due to signs saying there were queues after the next Junction) - Yet seeing the signs arent clear till your close to them, it means you're forced to slam your brakes on to quickly drop the required 20mph!! - If some is right behind you (Yes they should leave a gap) yet dont clock on to whats happening, its an accident waiting to happen
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those Casio watches that people who grew up in the 80s had as their first watch. We also considered buying a blingy fake gold monstrosity that looks like it fell out of one of those electronic crane games on Brighton pier, but I think the look of horror on my face might have given away the fact that my "it's alright" comment wasn't entirely sincere. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive colonial buildings, bypassed the appealing seafront bars and restaurants and dealt with the far more urgent business of nipping into a souvenir shop to spend 48 minutes (yes, I was counting) picking a fake Louis Vuitton handbag and a fake Burberry rucksack.
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too British to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if she says something excessively offensive, a racist comment for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some filthy gangster rap song which started with the line "I like to start the day with pussy for breakfast".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. I usually wake around 8.30am, she starts stirring around half 9. When I detect her waking up, I resume the sleeping position and pretend to be asleep until around 11. My greatest triumph was this afternoon. She went to get her nails done this afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet her in whatever bar I ended up in. I then followed her covertly to the nail place just so that I could make sure I was somewhere at least a 20 minute walk away when she finished. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so I went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes enjoying the silence.
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and she doesn't even seem to have noticed. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve her going somewhere and me not coming with her has long since passed. I think she must have a thing for the strong silent type, and what I lack in strength, I'm certainly making up for with silence. I think she interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre religious angle. And she's bought two bandanas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those Casio watches that people who grew up in the 80s had as their first watch. We also considered buying a blingy fake gold monstrosity that looks like it fell out of one of those electronic crane games on Brighton pier, but I think the look of horror on my face might have given away the fact that my "it's alright" comment wasn't entirely sincere. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive colonial buildings, bypassed the appealing seafront bars and restaurants and dealt with the far more urgent business of nipping into a souvenir shop to spend 48 minutes (yes, I was counting) picking a fake Louis Vuitton handbag and a fake Burberry rucksack.
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too British to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if she says something excessively offensive, a racist comment for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some filthy gangster rap song which started with the line "I like to start the day with pussy for breakfast".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. I usually wake around 8.30am, she starts stirring around half 9. When I detect her waking up, I resume the sleeping position and pretend to be asleep until around 11. My greatest triumph was this afternoon. She went to get her nails done this afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet her in whatever bar I ended up in. I then followed her covertly to the nail place just so that I could make sure I was somewhere at least a 20 minute walk away when she finished. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so I went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes enjoying the silence.
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and she doesn't even seem to have noticed. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve her going somewhere and me not coming with her has long since passed. I think she must have a thing for the strong silent type, and what I lack in strength, I'm certainly making up for with silence. I think she interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre religious angle. And she's bought two bandanas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
You should take this chance to see how filthy you can get in the bedroom, if she gets to the point that it’s too much for her, that’s your “out”.
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those stylishly retro Casio watches. We also considered buying an awesome gold number that looks like the something stars wear, but the look of horror on his face put me right off. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive Louis Vuitton handbags and a daring Burberry rucksacks as he wanted to see a bunch of old buildings. He then wanted to see some fake bars and cafes. I' mean, they weren't even genuine Starbucks!
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too loving to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if he says something excessively offensive, poking fun at that nice Mr Trump for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some old crooner going on about "going out in the midday sun".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. He usually wakes around 8.30am, so I don't stir 'til around half 9. When I wake up, I persuade him resume sleeping until around 11. My greatest horror was this afternoon. Just to get away from him, I went to get my nails done in the afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet him whatever time I finished. He's so obsessed that he stalked me, he actually stalked me! He followed me to the nail place just to check where I was going. I'm not sure, but I think I saw him covertly knocking one out as he watched from a distance. He's so goddam obsessed with me, you know. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so he went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and he just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes - do you think he was entertaining himself again?
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and he doesn't even seem to have noticed. He just keeps following me around the shops like a little lapdog. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve me shopping has long since passed. I think he must have a thing for the young cougar type and what I lack in looks, I'm certainly making up for with cosmetics. I think he interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre fruit thing. And he's bought two bananas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
Seriously though good luck Mr Largo, but please keep 'em coming. I do think you may have already missed an opportunity with the moral high ground. First sniff of fake goods and you could have given it, "What do you think your playing at buy counterfeits. Just because I'm from South London, doesn't mean I'm Del Boy..." and stormed off.
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those Casio watches that people who grew up in the 80s had as their first watch. We also considered buying a blingy fake gold monstrosity that looks like it fell out of one of those electronic crane games on Brighton pier, but I think the look of horror on my face might have given away the fact that my "it's alright" comment wasn't entirely sincere. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive colonial buildings, bypassed the appealing seafront bars and restaurants and dealt with the far more urgent business of nipping into a souvenir shop to spend 48 minutes (yes, I was counting) picking a fake Louis Vuitton handbag and a fake Burberry rucksack.
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too British to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if she says something excessively offensive, a racist comment for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some filthy gangster rap song which started with the line "I like to start the day with pussy for breakfast".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. I usually wake around 8.30am, she starts stirring around half 9. When I detect her waking up, I resume the sleeping position and pretend to be asleep until around 11. My greatest triumph was this afternoon. She went to get her nails done this afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet her in whatever bar I ended up in. I then followed her covertly to the nail place just so that I could make sure I was somewhere at least a 20 minute walk away when she finished. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so I went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes enjoying the silence.
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and she doesn't even seem to have noticed. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve her going somewhere and me not coming with her has long since passed. I think she must have a thing for the strong silent type, and what I lack in strength, I'm certainly making up for with silence. I think she interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre religious angle. And she's bought two bandanas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
This has got so much potential mate. It could even rival the BBQ thread on the old Everton fans site from donkeys ago. Can you stay an extra week on holiday just so we can get more updates?
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those Casio watches that people who grew up in the 80s had as their first watch. We also considered buying a blingy fake gold monstrosity that looks like it fell out of one of those electronic crane games on Brighton pier, but I think the look of horror on my face might have given away the fact that my "it's alright" comment wasn't entirely sincere. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive colonial buildings, bypassed the appealing seafront bars and restaurants and dealt with the far more urgent business of nipping into a souvenir shop to spend 48 minutes (yes, I was counting) picking a fake Louis Vuitton handbag and a fake Burberry rucksack.
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too British to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if she says something excessively offensive, a racist comment for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some filthy gangster rap song which started with the line "I like to start the day with pussy for breakfast".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. I usually wake around 8.30am, she starts stirring around half 9. When I detect her waking up, I resume the sleeping position and pretend to be asleep until around 11. My greatest triumph was this afternoon. She went to get her nails done this afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet her in whatever bar I ended up in. I then followed her covertly to the nail place just so that I could make sure I was somewhere at least a 20 minute walk away when she finished. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so I went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes enjoying the silence.
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and she doesn't even seem to have noticed. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve her going somewhere and me not coming with her has long since passed. I think she must have a thing for the strong silent type, and what I lack in strength, I'm certainly making up for with silence. I think she interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre religious angle. And she's bought two bandanas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
You should take this chance to see how filthy you can get in the bedroom, if she gets to the point that it’s too much for her, that’s your “out”.
A great idea. I have some good tips that I can offer @MrLargo - however he seems to be embracing his misery like it’s some of kind sycophahantic pleasure - he deserves to be treated like a shopping bitch.
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those Casio watches that people who grew up in the 80s had as their first watch. We also considered buying a blingy fake gold monstrosity that looks like it fell out of one of those electronic crane games on Brighton pier, but I think the look of horror on my face might have given away the fact that my "it's alright" comment wasn't entirely sincere. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive colonial buildings, bypassed the appealing seafront bars and restaurants and dealt with the far more urgent business of nipping into a souvenir shop to spend 48 minutes (yes, I was counting) picking a fake Louis Vuitton handbag and a fake Burberry rucksack.
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too British to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if she says something excessively offensive, a racist comment for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some filthy gangster rap song which started with the line "I like to start the day with pussy for breakfast".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. I usually wake around 8.30am, she starts stirring around half 9. When I detect her waking up, I resume the sleeping position and pretend to be asleep until around 11. My greatest triumph was this afternoon. She went to get her nails done this afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet her in whatever bar I ended up in. I then followed her covertly to the nail place just so that I could make sure I was somewhere at least a 20 minute walk away when she finished. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so I went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes enjoying the silence.
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and she doesn't even seem to have noticed. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve her going somewhere and me not coming with her has long since passed. I think she must have a thing for the strong silent type, and what I lack in strength, I'm certainly making up for with silence. I think she interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre religious angle. And she's bought two bandanas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
You should take this chance to see how filthy you can get in the bedroom, if she gets to the point that it’s too much for her, that’s your “out”.
A great idea. I have some good tips that I can offer @MrLargo - however he seems to be embracing his misery like it’s some of kind sycophahantic pleasure - he deserves to be treated like a shopping bitch.
This time is was a Hovis Bread van. Delivering to our village's Sainsburys Local. Twonk parked opposite said store, on the corner of the road that leads to the station, so not only blocking one lane of traffic he also blocked anyone trying to get out of the station. The Sainsburys has a car park & a special marked bay for deliveries !!!!.
Theresa May sneaking in another batch of cronies into the upper house under cover of the Royal wedding.
The 13 new peers will add £1.079,000 to the annual bill. There are now 805 peers entitled to £305 a day for showing up, and each costing an average of £83,000 a year.
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those Casio watches that people who grew up in the 80s had as their first watch. We also considered buying a blingy fake gold monstrosity that looks like it fell out of one of those electronic crane games on Brighton pier, but I think the look of horror on my face might have given away the fact that my "it's alright" comment wasn't entirely sincere. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive colonial buildings, bypassed the appealing seafront bars and restaurants and dealt with the far more urgent business of nipping into a souvenir shop to spend 48 minutes (yes, I was counting) picking a fake Louis Vuitton handbag and a fake Burberry rucksack.
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too British to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if she says something excessively offensive, a racist comment for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some filthy gangster rap song which started with the line "I like to start the day with pussy for breakfast".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. I usually wake around 8.30am, she starts stirring around half 9. When I detect her waking up, I resume the sleeping position and pretend to be asleep until around 11. My greatest triumph was this afternoon. She went to get her nails done this afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet her in whatever bar I ended up in. I then followed her covertly to the nail place just so that I could make sure I was somewhere at least a 20 minute walk away when she finished. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so I went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes enjoying the silence.
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and she doesn't even seem to have noticed. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve her going somewhere and me not coming with her has long since passed. I think she must have a thing for the strong silent type, and what I lack in strength, I'm certainly making up for with silence. I think she interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre religious angle. And she's bought two bandanas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
You've told the story so well that I think a few picture illustrations are needed:). Could make it to the book shelves.
Going for a piss wearing sandles. Feeling splashing on your feet, looking down to confirm your body sensation that nothing's started yet and seeing that the bloke at the next urinal is leaning back with his hose like an extra out of backdraught.
Going for a piss wearing sandles. Feeling splashing on your feet, looking down to confirm your body sensation that nothing's started yet and seeing that the bloke at the next urinal is leaning back with his hose like an extra out of backdraught.
Going for a piss wearing sandles. Feeling splashing on your feet, looking down to confirm your body sensation that nothing's started yet and seeing that the bloke at the next urinal is leaning back with his hose like an extra out of backdraught.
This time is was a Hovis Bread van. Delivering to our village's Sainsburys Local. Twonk parked opposite said store, on the corner of the road that leads to the station, so not only blocking one lane of traffic he also blocked anyone trying to get out of the station. The Sainsburys has a car park & a special marked bay for deliveries !!!!.
is this Borough Green? Because I have had exactly the same experience opposite that Sainsbury's, it was the day Miere was on talkSPORT and I was already at gasket blowing levels of anger. The fucking idiot was properly blocking the road, couldn't see past him and you are right, there is tons of space to park a delivery truck in the car park.
I went bolo, proper red faced rage. An old west indian dear joined in as well and told him he was a fucking selfish jelk (whatever one of those is)
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those Casio watches that people who grew up in the 80s had as their first watch. We also considered buying a blingy fake gold monstrosity that looks like it fell out of one of those electronic crane games on Brighton pier, but I think the look of horror on my face might have given away the fact that my "it's alright" comment wasn't entirely sincere. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive colonial buildings, bypassed the appealing seafront bars and restaurants and dealt with the far more urgent business of nipping into a souvenir shop to spend 48 minutes (yes, I was counting) picking a fake Louis Vuitton handbag and a fake Burberry rucksack.
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too British to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if she says something excessively offensive, a racist comment for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some filthy gangster rap song which started with the line "I like to start the day with pussy for breakfast".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. I usually wake around 8.30am, she starts stirring around half 9. When I detect her waking up, I resume the sleeping position and pretend to be asleep until around 11. My greatest triumph was this afternoon. She went to get her nails done this afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet her in whatever bar I ended up in. I then followed her covertly to the nail place just so that I could make sure I was somewhere at least a 20 minute walk away when she finished. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so I went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes enjoying the silence.
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and she doesn't even seem to have noticed. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve her going somewhere and me not coming with her has long since passed. I think she must have a thing for the strong silent type, and what I lack in strength, I'm certainly making up for with silence. I think she interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre religious angle. And she's bought two bandanas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
You've told the story so well that I think a few picture illustrations are needed:). Could make it to the book shelves.
Okay. Got a few pics already. Not publishing anything until I'm safely home though. There's still enough days left for a "Mr Largo gets butchered in his sleep by psychotic shopaholic" chapter to be added to this sorry story.
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I was a bit sharp when we caught him disappearing into the showroom.
Wasn't expecting a sarcastic comment back.
If it was me buying the car I would have walked out.
Load of pony
I've worked a few night shifts in an out of hours vets recently.
Is there anybody that can explain to me why an owner feels the need to call you at 3am to book their pets booster vaccination/order food/order flea/working treatment/ask for controlled drugs ok maybe not that last one. But you get the jist.
Also, "experienced" breeders going on holiday the same time their dog is due to give birth.
Also, ghetto mums that bring their 8 kids and uncontrolled dog in to the clinic, off the lead, and hurl abuse for even suggesting they should place said animal on the lead for the safety of theirs and other animals in the waiting area.
Having a pet dog, cat, reptile, rodent or whatever is a responsibility not a given right.
Yeah, long night, just woke up in a daze and needed to rant.
Between the A2 this morning in quick succession I was told I could go from 50mph - 60mph - 40mph
Thankfully I stayed @ 50mph as was wary that we might go down to 40mph (due to signs saying there were queues after the next Junction) - Yet seeing the signs arent clear till your close to them, it means you're forced to slam your brakes on to quickly drop the required 20mph!! - If some is right behind you (Yes they should leave a gap) yet dont clock on to whats happening, its an accident waiting to happen
A slow shopping day yesterday. Early afternoon we stopped off in a watch shop to buy one of those Casio watches that people who grew up in the 80s had as their first watch. We also considered buying a blingy fake gold monstrosity that looks like it fell out of one of those electronic crane games on Brighton pier, but I think the look of horror on my face might have given away the fact that my "it's alright" comment wasn't entirely sincere. We then took a ferry to the picturesque island of Cozumel - on arrival, we disregarded the attractive colonial buildings, bypassed the appealing seafront bars and restaurants and dealt with the far more urgent business of nipping into a souvenir shop to spend 48 minutes (yes, I was counting) picking a fake Louis Vuitton handbag and a fake Burberry rucksack.
I think I've now accepted my fate. I'm too British to do a runner, so my only chance of an early escape is if she says something excessively offensive, a racist comment for example, which would enable me to storm off in disgust and retain the crucial moral high ground. That seems unlikely though, based on the fact that, as I write this, we're sat on our balcony listening to some filthy gangster rap song which started with the line "I like to start the day with pussy for breakfast".
My coping mechanism is to maximise time spent alone. I usually wake around 8.30am, she starts stirring around half 9. When I detect her waking up, I resume the sleeping position and pretend to be asleep until around 11. My greatest triumph was this afternoon. She went to get her nails done this afternoon and I said I'd go for a drink and meet her in whatever bar I ended up in. I then followed her covertly to the nail place just so that I could make sure I was somewhere at least a 20 minute walk away when she finished. When we went to the beach later on, after an hour or so I went to buy a bottle of water and stopped on the way to the bar and just stood in a secluded corner for 3 minutes enjoying the silence.
What puzzles me most is that I've been awful company and she doesn't even seem to have noticed. The ability to feign enthusiasm for anything which doesn't involve her going somewhere and me not coming with her has long since passed. I think she must have a thing for the strong silent type, and what I lack in strength, I'm certainly making up for with silence. I think she interprets my suppressed fury as being moody and mysterious.
Anyway, there's so much more I could add. I've not even touched on the bizarre religious angle. And she's bought two bandanas since I started writing this. I'll save the details for my next cathartic rant/cry for help.
"OMG I must have that cute little ole knight of old. Did Charleston play soccer back then?"
Meanwhile the strong silent one, unable to suppress a smile, reaches for his wallet
This whole thing would be better absolutely smashed, I'm sure.
Not least for our entertainment.
I'm not one to back off from getting my jollies but even I would be booking an early flight home. Is he really that good in bed ???
Can you stay an extra week on holiday just so we can get more updates?
Delivery drivers who park on double yellows.
This time is was a Hovis Bread van. Delivering to our village's Sainsburys Local. Twonk parked opposite said store, on the corner of the road that leads to the station, so not only blocking one lane of traffic he also blocked anyone trying to get out of the station. The Sainsburys has a car park & a special marked bay for deliveries !!!!.
The 13 new peers will add £1.079,000 to the annual bill. There are now 805 peers entitled to £305 a day for showing up, and each costing an average of £83,000 a year.
In a suitable shopping pose, naturally.
Her, not you BTW
I went bolo, proper red faced rage. An old west indian dear joined in as well and told him he was a fucking selfish jelk (whatever one of those is)