when you go for a shit in a public or work loo and spend ages fishing around for the end of the toilet paper
It's doubly bad in our office where they have those lights that switch off if there's no movement (pun accidental). The trouble is there are no sensors in any of the traps, so unless you're very sharpish about it you end up fishing around for the end of the toilet paper in the dark. Either that or opening the trap door and running into a darkened room with your pants around your ankles to activate the sensor before darting back into your trap in the hope than no one enters the bogs in that moment. I guess this horrible forced choice goes a long way to explaining the mess the lavs are frequently in.
Superfluous cutlery: Fish knives, soup spoons, cake slices. What a load of old junk!
Haha.
The first time I flew Virgin Upper Class I had to tell the hostess that they had provided me with more cutlery for my dinner than I possessed in my flat.
This turn of phrase is cropping up all over the place. "I know the narrative is X, but I believe something else"
It's possible to disagree with something without it being 'a narrative', a phrase I think is being used to imply that anyone who disagrees with you is a sheep because their opinion happens to be popular. The more I hear it, the more annoying it becomes. Especially prominent among football journalists.
The phrase "across the piece". It basically means "everything". Just say "everything" or "all of it" then. You're impressing nobody, you brown-nosing little twerp.
This turn of phrase is cropping up all over the place. "I know the narrative is X, but I believe something else"
It's possible to disagree with something without it being 'a narrative', a phrase I think is being used to imply that anyone who disagrees with you is a sheep because their opinion happens to be popular. The more I hear it, the more annoying it becomes. Especially prominent among football journalists.
Daytime Radio. I haven't listened to daytime radio for years, I listen to the music I like in my car, you know, the good stuff......anyway I had to borrow my wifes car to get to work the other day, forgot to bring the old iPod with me, so put on the radio.......hells teeth....where do we get these so called 'DJ's from? The planet Mindless Fucktards? And the music...shit in hell....they were announcing Little Mix's new tune was gonna be played, with such a fanfare, like it was a collaborative new song between Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Elvis and David Bowie, instead it sounded like an auto tuned bath falling down the stairs. So I changed stations, and it sounded to me like the same 'we're crazy' DJ duo, usually a fella and some bird, who were cloned at the the same school of empty craniums, were on every channel. Then.....I eventually heard a half decent song, and the pair decided to chat drivel over it, 'oh I've just got a kitten' said one, 'whats it called' said the other skin full of nothing, 'Brian' said the first bellend, 'Brian, what a cool name, more things should be called Brian*'.
FFS! So I turned the radio off, silence was my friend.
*FWIW, Brian is a shit name for anything, sorry to any Brian's on here, but there you go.
This turn of phrase is cropping up all over the place. "I know the narrative is X, but I believe something else"
It's possible to disagree with something without it being 'a narrative', a phrase I think is being used to imply that anyone who disagrees with you is a sheep because their opinion happens to be popular. The more I hear it, the more annoying it becomes. Especially prominent among football journalists.
Absolutely this^^^^ The word “narrative “ alone winds me up. Generally used by people who want to make other people think they have an intelligent command of the English language.
Daytime Radio. I haven't listened to daytime radio for years, I listen to the music I like in my car, you know, the good stuff......anyway I had to borrow my wifes car to get to work the other day, forgot to bring the old iPod with me, so put on the radio.......hells teeth....where do we get these so called 'DJ's from? The planet Mindless Fucktards? And the music...shit in hell....they were announcing Little Mix's new tune was gonna be played, with such a fanfare, like it was a collaborative new song between Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Elvis and David Bowie, instead it sounded like an auto tuned bath falling down the stairs. So I changed stations, and it sounded to me like the same 'we're crazy' DJ duo, usually a fella and some bird, who were cloned at the the same school of empty craniums, were on every channel. Then.....I eventually heard a half decent song, and the pair decided to chat drivel over it, 'oh I've just got a kitten' said one, 'whats it called' said the other skin full of nothing, 'Brian' said the first bellend, 'Brian, what a cool name, more things should be called Brian*'.
FFS! So I turned the radio off, silence was my friend.
*FWIW, Brian is a shit name for anything, sorry to any Brian's on here, but there you go.
I've had a thing about DJ's since the advent of Radio1 Just spin the fucking discs you moron and let us know the name of the song and artist when it's finished. Shove your "personality" up your arse, and STFU when I am trying to listen to the intro/outro. I realise I could be alone with this.
Big flags being waved behind the goal after someone scores - just another on the long list of celebration annoyances:-
- Music after a goal (or in the old Wimbledon days, at a corner (who let the dogs out...)) - Looking up and pointing at the sky. No one is watching, its all a myth. - Not celebrating when you score against an old club. Hasselbaink you tosser, we pay your wages (perhaps only a third) - coordinated dance moves. - Thumb in mouth bollocks - well done, you've joined several billion other people in managing to have a kid. - Sliding on knees - If you did that when I was playing you generally ended up with dog shit smeared up your leg.
I'd like to see a return to a solid hand shake and, if a its a very important goal, a firm pat on the back, followed by a light ale and some good shag in the big bath afterwards.
Daytime Radio. I haven't listened to daytime radio for years, I listen to the music I like in my car, you know, the good stuff......anyway I had to borrow my wifes car to get to work the other day, forgot to bring the old iPod with me, so put on the radio.......hells teeth....where do we get these so called 'DJ's from? The planet Mindless Fucktards? And the music...shit in hell....they were announcing Little Mix's new tune was gonna be played, with such a fanfare, like it was a collaborative new song between Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Elvis and David Bowie, instead it sounded like an auto tuned bath falling down the stairs. So I changed stations, and it sounded to me like the same 'we're crazy' DJ duo, usually a fella and some bird, who were cloned at the the same school of empty craniums, were on every channel. Then.....I eventually heard a half decent song, and the pair decided to chat drivel over it, 'oh I've just got a kitten' said one, 'whats it called' said the other skin full of nothing, 'Brian' said the first bellend, 'Brian, what a cool name, more things should be called Brian*'.
FFS! So I turned the radio off, silence was my friend.
*FWIW, Brian is a shit name for anything, sorry to any Brian's on here, but there you go.
I've had a thing about DJ's since the advent of Radio1 Just spin the fucking discs you moron and let us know the name of the song and artist when it's finished. Shove your "personality" up your arse, and STFU when I am trying to listen to the intro/outro. I realise I could be alone with this.
I'm with you on this one.
Also you can't have just the DJ, he's got to have his gang that give you 'witty' anecdotes or doing 'crazy' things.
Another one, phone in and tell us what you're doing today or whats the weather like where you are, who gives a fuck play some music.
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soon as I hear the intro to Slade I want to jump off a building
The first time I flew Virgin Upper Class I had to tell the hostess that they had provided me with more cutlery for my dinner than I possessed in my flat.
This turn of phrase is cropping up all over the place. "I know the narrative is X, but I believe something else"
It's possible to disagree with something without it being 'a narrative', a phrase I think is being used to imply that anyone who disagrees with you is a sheep because their opinion happens to be popular. The more I hear it, the more annoying it becomes. Especially prominent among football journalists.
Fuck sake you annoying piece of shit, get your blue ticks on!
I haven't listened to daytime radio for years, I listen to the music I like in my car, you know, the good stuff......anyway I had to borrow my wifes car to get to work the other day, forgot to bring the old iPod with me, so put on the radio.......hells teeth....where do we get these so called 'DJ's from? The planet Mindless Fucktards? And the music...shit in hell....they were announcing Little Mix's new tune was gonna be played, with such a fanfare, like it was a collaborative new song between Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Elvis and David Bowie, instead it sounded like an auto tuned bath falling down the stairs.
So I changed stations, and it sounded to me like the same 'we're crazy' DJ duo, usually a fella and some bird, who were cloned at the the same school of empty craniums, were on every channel. Then.....I eventually heard a half decent song, and the pair decided to chat drivel over it, 'oh I've just got a kitten' said one, 'whats it called' said the other skin full of nothing, 'Brian' said the first bellend, 'Brian, what a cool name, more things should be called Brian*'.
FFS!
So I turned the radio off, silence was my friend.
*FWIW, Brian is a shit name for anything, sorry to any Brian's on here, but there you go.
The word “narrative “ alone winds me up. Generally used by people who want to make other people think they have an intelligent command of the English language.
Just spin the fucking discs you moron and let us know the name of the song and artist when it's finished.
Shove your "personality" up your arse, and STFU when I am trying to listen to the intro/outro.
I realise I could be alone with this.
- Music after a goal (or in the old Wimbledon days, at a corner (who let the dogs out...))
- Looking up and pointing at the sky. No one is watching, its all a myth.
- Not celebrating when you score against an old club. Hasselbaink you tosser, we pay your wages (perhaps only a third)
- coordinated dance moves.
- Thumb in mouth bollocks - well done, you've joined several billion other people in managing to have a kid.
- Sliding on knees - If you did that when I was playing you generally ended up with dog shit smeared up your leg.
I'd like to see a return to a solid hand shake and, if a its a very important goal, a firm pat on the back, followed by a light ale and some good shag in the big bath afterwards.
Also you can't have just the DJ, he's got to have his gang that give you 'witty' anecdotes or doing 'crazy' things.
Another one, phone in and tell us what you're doing today or whats the weather like where you are, who gives a fuck play some music.