Mrs Brown's Boy, how the fuck he got a Saturday night primetime slot on the BBC is a mystery.
I think it says something about the kind of people who are in on a Saturday night to watch it.
Lol I don't watch the telly on any night if I can help it and that ain't because I have a buzzin social life, but seeing that programme was on at that time on a Saturday, I was dumbfounded
The continuous slew of Halifax adverts going down TV memory lane. Next up Professor Yaffle tells us how to save money and best loan advice by Mr Benn. I can’t change the channel fast enough.
The latest Wizard of Oz one is an embarrassment.
The Halifax advertising executives should be ashamed of themselves.
Working hard to get near the front of the queue for the check-in desk at the airport in Hungary, so that unlike the journey out of London, we could easily find space above (or near) our seats to put our hand luggage.
This being blown out the window when we then had to board buses, which completely undermined all the previous queuing. Our bus arrives at the plane 3rd out of three busses, despite us being in the first 20 or so through the desk.
Felt particularly sorry for speedy boarders and those with kids who faced the same pointless exercise.
Working hard to get near the front of the queue for the check-in desk at the airport in Hungary, so that unlike the journey out of London, we could easily find space above (or near) our seats to put our hand luggage.
This being blown out the window when we then had to board buses, which completely undermined all the previous queuing. Our bus arrives at the plane 3rd out of three busses, despite us being in the first 20 or so through the desk.
Felt particularly sorry for speedy boarders and those with kids who faced the same pointless exercise.
Reminds me of the time we flew back from Majorca. Had to leave our appt early so was at the airport 2 hours before check-in. sat reading a book right by the check-in desks wating for them to tell us which ones our flight were using. They finally announced that desks 23 & 24 were the ones for our flight & we were the first in the queue at desk 23......queues started building & 20 mins later they announced that only desk 24 was now being used.......so we had to join at the back of the loooong queue now forming. Never been so fecking annoyed in my life. Been at the airport 3 hours before anyone else & were about the last ones to check in.
Mrs Brown's Boy, how the fuck he got a Saturday night primetime slot on the BBC is a mystery.
I think it says something about the kind of people who are in on a Saturday night to watch it.
Lol I don't watch the telly on any night if I can help it and that ain't because I have a buzzin social life, but seeing that programme was on at that time on a Saturday, I was dumbfounded
Yeah, genuinely wasn’t a dig, I just meant with X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent, Skating on Ice, Mrs Brown’s Boys etc, it’s clearly a certain type of person they aim Saturday night TV at.
Mrs Brown's Boy, how the fuck he got a Saturday night primetime slot on the BBC is a mystery.
I think it says something about the kind of people who are in on a Saturday night to watch it.
Lol I don't watch the telly on any night if I can help it and that ain't because I have a buzzin social life, but seeing that programme was on at that time on a Saturday, I was dumbfounded
Yeah, genuinely wasn’t a dig, I just meant with X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent, Skating on Ice, Mrs Brown’s Boys etc, it’s clearly a certain type of person they aim Saturday night TV at.
I actually originally had written down as part of my reply " the same people who pick up the phone every Saturday and Sunday to vote for their favourite act on Come Dancing - XFactor - BGT - I'm A Celebrity- etc."
Right, not very exciting, just for you @To_Be_Franck, some holiday snaps.....
(in the interests of my privacy and hers, I have covered her face with an image of Imelda Marcos and my face with an image of Edvard Munch's "The Scream")
The first one is of us in a rare moment of not shopping. She's wearing one of her new bandanas. The second picture shows most of her luggage at the end of the holiday - she arrived with the white mini-case and the black rucksack. From left to right (in addition to the aforementioned), you can see a bag containing a shit ornament, one Burberry rucksack (fake), one Louis Vuitton handbag (fake) and a bin liner containing a lamp. Finally, you can see a selfie she sent me on her way to the airport, resplendent in her new Belize baseball cap and t-shirt which cost her about £12 and me about £70 in late return charges from Europcar. She complements the "I want to be Eminem's missus" look with her freshly braided hair
Horrendous memories that will stay with me forever. Anyway, that's all you're getting - I don't trust the internet, so if you want to see a picture of her jugs you'll have to find out who I am, befriend me and by me at least one pint of Guinness.
Right, not very exciting, just for you @To_Be_Franck, some holiday snaps.....
(in the interests of my privacy and hers, I have covered her face with an image of Imelda Marcos and my face with an image of Edvard Munch's "The Scream")
The first one is of us in a rare moment of not shopping. She's wearing one of her new bandanas. The second picture shows most of her luggage at the end of the holiday - she arrived with the white mini-case and the black rucksack. From left to right (in addition to the aforementioned), you can see a bag containing a shit ornament, one Burberry rucksack (fake), one Louis Vuitton handbag (fake) and a bin liner containing a lamp. Finally, you can see a selfie she sent me on her way to the airport, resplendent in her new Belize baseball cap and t-shirt which cost her about £12 and me about £70 in late return charges from Europcar. She complements the "I want to be Eminem's missus" look with her freshly braided hair
Horrendous memories that will stay with me forever. Anyway, that's all you're getting - I don't trust the internet, so if you want to see a picture of her jugs you'll have to find out who I am, befriend me and by me at least one pint of Guinness.
Is pink shirt cracking one off in the background in the last pic?
Right, not very exciting, just for you @To_Be_Franck, some holiday snaps.....
(in the interests of my privacy and hers, I have covered her face with an image of Imelda Marcos and my face with an image of Edvard Munch's "The Scream")
The first one is of us in a rare moment of not shopping. She's wearing one of her new bandanas. The second picture shows most of her luggage at the end of the holiday - she arrived with the white mini-case and the black rucksack. From left to right (in addition to the aforementioned), you can see a bag containing a shit ornament, one Burberry rucksack (fake), one Louis Vuitton handbag (fake) and a bin liner containing a lamp. Finally, you can see a selfie she sent me on her way to the airport, resplendent in her new Belize baseball cap and t-shirt which cost her about £12 and me about £70 in late return charges from Europcar. She complements the "I want to be Eminem's missus" look with her freshly braided hair
Horrendous memories that will stay with me forever. Anyway, that's all you're getting - I don't trust the internet, so if you want to see a picture of her jugs you'll have to find out who I am, befriend me and by me at least one pint of Guinness.
You do know that a "lady of the night" would be damn sight cheaper & wouldn't make you go shopping or listen to hideous music....
Right, not very exciting, just for you @To_Be_Franck, some holiday snaps.....
(in the interests of my privacy and hers, I have covered her face with an image of Imelda Marcos and my face with an image of Edvard Munch's "The Scream")
The first one is of us in a rare moment of not shopping. She's wearing one of her new bandanas. The second picture shows most of her luggage at the end of the holiday - she arrived with the white mini-case and the black rucksack. From left to right (in addition to the aforementioned), you can see a bag containing a shit ornament, one Burberry rucksack (fake), one Louis Vuitton handbag (fake) and a bin liner containing a lamp. Finally, you can see a selfie she sent me on her way to the airport, resplendent in her new Belize baseball cap and t-shirt which cost her about £12 and me about £70 in late return charges from Europcar. She complements the "I want to be Eminem's missus" look with her freshly braided hair
Horrendous memories that will stay with me forever. Anyway, that's all you're getting - I don't trust the internet, so if you want to see a picture of her jugs you'll have to find out who I am, befriend me and by me at least one pint of Guinness.
You do know that a "lady of the night" would be damn sight cheaper & wouldn't make you go shopping or listen to hideous music....
Tragically she didn't make me aware of any of her numerous personality defects in advance of the holiday.
Right, not very exciting, just for you @To_Be_Franck, some holiday snaps.....
(in the interests of my privacy and hers, I have covered her face with an image of Imelda Marcos and my face with an image of Edvard Munch's "The Scream")
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The Halifax advertising executives should be ashamed of themselves.
Big fail.
This being blown out the window when we then had to board buses, which completely undermined all the previous queuing. Our bus arrives at the plane 3rd out of three busses, despite us being in the first 20 or so through the desk.
Felt particularly sorry for speedy boarders and those with kids who faced the same pointless exercise.
bastards !!
anyone who can rhyme Tesco with al-fresco is alright in my book.
(in the interests of my privacy and hers, I have covered her face with an image of Imelda Marcos and my face with an image of Edvard Munch's "The Scream")
The first one is of us in a rare moment of not shopping. She's wearing one of her new bandanas.
The second picture shows most of her luggage at the end of the holiday - she arrived with the white mini-case and the black rucksack. From left to right (in addition to the aforementioned), you can see a bag containing a shit ornament, one Burberry rucksack (fake), one Louis Vuitton handbag (fake) and a bin liner containing a lamp.
Finally, you can see a selfie she sent me on her way to the airport, resplendent in her new Belize baseball cap and t-shirt which cost her about £12 and me about £70 in late return charges from Europcar. She complements the "I want to be Eminem's missus" look with her freshly braided hair
Horrendous memories that will stay with me forever. Anyway, that's all you're getting - I don't trust the internet, so if you want to see a picture of her jugs you'll have to find out who I am, befriend me and by me at least one pint of Guinness.