People getting the hump with other supporters talking about different scenarios that could happen, once arguably thee worst ownership in the Club's history comes to an end, on - wait for it - the main Club supporters' forum
Well it is a bit OTT considering the inks not even dry yet, if any ink has been spilt at all!
10th floor office with lovely views over London (can see Battersea Power station from my desk, London eye, the river, Parliament, Big Ben over my shoulder on a clear day you can see Wembly Arch). Yet some people insist on shutting all the blinds not only blocking the view but all of the precious little natural light we get at this time of year. WHY!!??!?!?
Because the sun shines on computer screens meaning you can't read them.
Had a bill come through in September for €877, couldn't afford the full amount at that particular time, so sent a cheque for €477 and a covering letter saying we'd send the balance in October, got an immediate response saying not to send it until we get a request, then send it with attached payment slip. Waited for a while and it has been at the back of my mind ever since but, this is France and these things do take time. Fast forward to last Monday, I open the letter box and find a hand delivered letter from a bailiff, requesting I pay €480 odd, before a block is put on our bank account. I go straight to pc and navigate my way through their horrendous web site to make the payment, I check my emails and no confirmation, so I follow if up and ask if our account with them is now closed and ask for a ref number, no reply. I check bank on Wednesday and the funds have come out, along with €9992.22, with same reference number as original letter. I jump straight in the car and drive to their office 30 odd km away to be told that the money was taken but because my cheque had bounced, they took the €10k, I then tell her I didn't even sent a cheque, it was a debit card payment, and she disappears into another office, comes back 20 minutes later to say that, yes everything is fine, and I'll get the dough back on Friday (I'm thinking she's only just started the transfer process, because I've turned up). Time I get back, the bank is closed so I can't go in to check all is okay . Go in there on Thursday and the manager says she'll look into it. Just picked up a voice mail from late Friday afternoon, saying the Bailiff has now sorted it out, and the funds will be back in our account on Tuesday (French banks don't open on a Monday). Talk about stress, but the only good thing was the feeling you get when you actually prove these w⚓s wrong. I'm also starting a claim to get back the €80 charges so fingers crossed
Had a bill come through in September for €877, couldn't afford the full amount at that particular time, so sent a cheque for €477 and a covering letter saying we'd send the balance in October, got an immediate response saying not to send it until we get a request, then send it with attached payment slip. Waited for a while and it has been at the back of my mind ever since but, this is France and these things do take time. Fast forward to last Monday, I open the letter box and find a hand delivered letter from a bailiff, requesting I pay €480 odd, before a block is put on our bank account. I go straight to pc and navigate my way through their horrendous web site to make the payment, I check my emails and no confirmation, so I follow if up and ask if our account with them is now closed and ask for a ref number, no reply. I check bank on Wednesday and the funds have come out, along with €9992.22, with same reference number as original letter. I jump straight in the car and drive to their office 30 odd km away to be told that the money was taken but because my cheque had bounced, they took the €10k, I then tell her I didn't even sent a cheque, it was a debit card payment, and she disappears into another office, comes back 20 minutes later to say that, yes everything is fine, and I'll get the dough back on Friday (I'm thinking she's only just started the transfer process, because I've turned up). Time I get back, the bank is closed so I can't go in to check all is okay . Go in there on Thursday and the manager says she'll look into it. Just picked up a voice mail from late Friday afternoon, saying the Bailiff has now sorted it out, and the funds will be back in our account on Tuesday (French banks don't open on a Monday). Talk about stress, but the only good thing was the feeling you get when you actually prove these w⚓s wrong. I'm also starting a claim to get back the €80 charges so fingers crossed
coca cola christmas ad. since the early 90s this advert has become somewhat of a christmas tradition with the song "Holidays are coming" so some bright spark marketing prats have gone and thought, "well we got something that has become an institution where our product gets for once some good publicity so i tell you what, lets re edit and ruin the iconic song and make sure it doesn't even sit well with the images." yeah nice idea Sebastian*, you twat.
* insert your own marketing graduate name whos father plays golf with the Managing director of large faceless company
I’ve been known to play the odd practical joke on my wife over the years however i fear I may have got my comeuppance. I’ve been unwell for over a week now and surfaced from my bed for the first time today, talking about how rough I’d been feeling she informed me my temperature was over a 100. This puzzled me purely because our first aid kit is hardly well stocked, so on my first excursion off the sofa I decided to check it out. Sure enough corn plasters and an eye bandage, returning it to place I look down a shelf to see the dogs first aid kit open with the thermometer sitting strategically on the top, now in case your not aware you don’t take a dogs temperature by popping a thermometer under its tongue. #frightenedtoask
I’ve been known to play the odd practical joke on my wife over the years however i fear I may have got my comeuppance. I’ve been unwell for over a week now and surfaced from my bed for the first time today, talking about how rough I’d been feeling she informed me my temperature was over a 100. This puzzled me purely because our first aid kit is hardly well stocked, so on my first excursion off the sofa I decided to check it out. Sure enough corn plasters and an eye bandage, returning it to place I look down a shelf to see the dogs first aid kit open with the thermometer sitting strategically on the top, now in case your not aware you don’t take a dogs temperature by popping a thermometer under its tongue. #frightenedtoask
I've had manflu for a week. I've had worse flu, but it's certainly worse than a cold. Achy, pains, high temperature, either freezing cold or baking hot, lethargic, still got a sore throat etc.
Had a bill come through in September for €877, couldn't afford the full amount at that particular time, so sent a cheque for €477 and a covering letter saying we'd send the balance in October, got an immediate response saying not to send it until we get a request, then send it with attached payment slip. Waited for a while and it has been at the back of my mind ever since but, this is France and these things do take time. Fast forward to last Monday, I open the letter box and find a hand delivered letter from a bailiff, requesting I pay €480 odd, before a block is put on our bank account. I go straight to pc and navigate my way through their horrendous web site to make the payment, I check my emails and no confirmation, so I follow if up and ask if our account with them is now closed and ask for a ref number, no reply. I check bank on Wednesday and the funds have come out, along with €9992.22, with same reference number as original letter. I jump straight in the car and drive to their office 30 odd km away to be told that the money was taken but because my cheque had bounced, they took the €10k, I then tell her I didn't even sent a cheque, it was a debit card payment, and she disappears into another office, comes back 20 minutes later to say that, yes everything is fine, and I'll get the dough back on Friday (I'm thinking she's only just started the transfer process, because I've turned up). Time I get back, the bank is closed so I can't go in to check all is okay . Go in there on Thursday and the manager says she'll look into it. Just picked up a voice mail from late Friday afternoon, saying the Bailiff has now sorted it out, and the funds will be back in our account on Tuesday (French banks don't open on a Monday). Talk about stress, but the only good thing was the feeling you get when you actually prove these w⚓s wrong. I'm also starting a claim to get back the €80 charges so fingers crossed
Made a tit of myself (again) at a special assembly at my daughter's school yesterday.
Their topic this term has been WW2 and they've focused on the home front. They had displays and sang songs/dances form the era etc and at the end, they all sang We'll Meet Again.
Could feel myself welling up and thought I'd managed to keep it together. As it finished and we were filing out, her classroom TA (who we're friends with outside school) came up and sked if I was ok and when I picked my daughter up she told me "we could see you crying daddy" and though it was very funny.
If this was America you would go back tomorrow with an assortment of weapons and waste everyone, fortunately this is England take it on the chin old chap and move on.
Had a bill come through in September for €877, couldn't afford the full amount at that particular time, so sent a cheque for €477 and a covering letter saying we'd send the balance in October, got an immediate response saying not to send it until we get a request, then send it with attached payment slip. Waited for a while and it has been at the back of my mind ever since but, this is France and these things do take time. Fast forward to last Monday, I open the letter box and find a hand delivered letter from a bailiff, requesting I pay €480 odd, before a block is put on our bank account. I go straight to pc and navigate my way through their horrendous web site to make the payment, I check my emails and no confirmation, so I follow if up and ask if our account with them is now closed and ask for a ref number, no reply. I check bank on Wednesday and the funds have come out, along with €9992.22, with same reference number as original letter. I jump straight in the car and drive to their office 30 odd km away to be told that the money was taken but because my cheque had bounced, they took the €10k, I then tell her I didn't even sent a cheque, it was a debit card payment, and she disappears into another office, comes back 20 minutes later to say that, yes everything is fine, and I'll get the dough back on Friday (I'm thinking she's only just started the transfer process, because I've turned up). Time I get back, the bank is closed so I can't go in to check all is okay . Go in there on Thursday and the manager says she'll look into it. Just picked up a voice mail from late Friday afternoon, saying the Bailiff has now sorted it out, and the funds will be back in our account on Tuesday (French banks don't open on a Monday). Talk about stress, but the only good thing was the feeling you get when you actually prove these w⚓s wrong. I'm also starting a claim to get back the €80 charges so fingers crossed
Made a tit of myself (again) at a special assembly at my daughter's school yesterday.
Their topic this term has been WW2 and they've focused on the home front. They had displays and sang songs/dances form the era etc and at the end, they all sang We'll Meet Again.
Could feel myself welling up and thought I'd managed to keep it together. As it finished and we were filing out, her classroom TA (who we're friends with outside school) came up and sked if I was ok and when I picked my daughter up she told me "we could see you crying daddy" and though it was very funny.
I'm a twat.
you should have styled it out and told her you were crying because you had just found out the the dog was dead.
Made a tit of myself (again) at a special assembly at my daughter's school yesterday.
Their topic this term has been WW2 and they've focused on the home front. They had displays and sang songs/dances form the era etc and at the end, they all sang We'll Meet Again.
Could feel myself welling up and thought I'd managed to keep it together. As it finished and we were filing out, her classroom TA (who we're friends with outside school) came up and sked if I was ok and when I picked my daughter up she told me "we could see you crying daddy" and though it was very funny.
I'm a twat.
you should have styled it out and told her you were crying because you had just found out the the dog was dead.
I don't do styling out mate. Knowing me, I'd have struggled to think of anything and blurted out "sorry I've just shit my myself"
Made a tit of myself (again) at a special assembly at my daughter's school yesterday.
Their topic this term has been WW2 and they've focused on the home front. They had displays and sang songs/dances form the era etc and at the end, they all sang We'll Meet Again.
Could feel myself welling up and thought I'd managed to keep it together. As it finished and we were filing out, her classroom TA (who we're friends with outside school) came up and sked if I was ok and when I picked my daughter up she told me "we could see you crying daddy" and though it was very funny.
Made a tit of myself (again) at a special assembly at my daughter's school yesterday.
Their topic this term has been WW2 and they've focused on the home front. They had displays and sang songs/dances form the era etc and at the end, they all sang We'll Meet Again.
Could feel myself welling up and thought I'd managed to keep it together. As it finished and we were filing out, her classroom TA (who we're friends with outside school) came up and sked if I was ok and when I picked my daughter up she told me "we could see you crying daddy" and though it was very funny.
I'm a twat.
you should have styled it out and told her you were crying because you had just found out the the dog was dead.
I don't do styling out mate. Knowing me, I'd have struggled to think of anything and blurted out "sorry I've just shit my myself"
Then A would have said, “That’s what ricky Otto said when he was leaving the house the other night when your car pulled up outside”
Made a tit of myself (again) at a special assembly at my daughter's school yesterday.
Their topic this term has been WW2 and they've focused on the home front. They had displays and sang songs/dances form the era etc and at the end, they all sang We'll Meet Again.
Could feel myself welling up and thought I'd managed to keep it together. As it finished and we were filing out, her classroom TA (who we're friends with outside school) came up and sked if I was ok and when I picked my daughter up she told me "we could see you crying daddy" and though it was very funny.
I'm a twat.
you should have styled it out and told her you were crying because you had just found out the the dog was dead.
I don't do styling out mate. Knowing me, I'd have struggled to think of anything and blurted out "sorry I've just shit my myself"
Then A would have said, “That’s what ricky Otto said when he was leaving the house the other night when your car pulled up outside”
Made a tit of myself (again) at a special assembly at my daughter's school yesterday.
Their topic this term has been WW2 and they've focused on the home front. They had displays and sang songs/dances form the era etc and at the end, they all sang We'll Meet Again.
Could feel myself welling up and thought I'd managed to keep it together. As it finished and we were filing out, her classroom TA (who we're friends with outside school) came up and sked if I was ok and when I picked my daughter up she told me "we could see you crying daddy" and though it was very funny.
I'm a twat.
you should have styled it out and told her you were crying because you had just found out the the dog was dead.
I don't do styling out mate. Knowing me, I'd have struggled to think of anything and blurted out "sorry I've just shit my myself"
Then A would have said, “That’s what ricky Otto said when he was leaving the house the other night when your car pulled up outside”
.. on my way back from your mums
She did say the cocktail sausage man had been there.
Having to listen to a seemingly endless stream of people telling me that, "If you don't vote, you can't complain". Not being in a position to challenge them, just sitting there smiling and nodding at their puerilities, leaving each with the impression that I tacitly agree with their homespun philisophy. No. Stop it with your suffragette-inspired, inherited opinions.
We are sentient beings. There is absolutely no reason on Earth why we should not complain about anything and everything that irks us. Take that away and you are left with meek subservience. There is plenty to complain about in yesterday's election (and indeed any other election) whether you chose to exercise your voting rights or not. Their whole argument is based on a flawed assumption that there is always something worthy of a vote. But what if there isn't? A serial liar who has to be shielded from the media by his own party is not a fit and proper person to take the title First Lord of the Treasury. A hopelessly out of touch ideologue with his coterie of incompetent followers is not a fit and proper person to be lead challenger. A failed minister who wasn't even strong enough to persuade her own constituents does not make a a great third choice. One thing was noticeable yesterday, few people voted because they were keen supporters of the candidates. People voted more to block than to support. That is not healthy and is itself something to complain about. And who is to say that the act of not-voting can't be a very powerful complaint in itself.
I have no doubt that the mustn't-grumblers are well meaning people who would like to see greater involvement. There's nothing wrong with that, but please don't fall into the trap of thinking that everyone has to think like you. They don't.
It is a glorious irony that the people whose actions so shaped their thinking were, quite rightly, amongst the greatest complainers of all.
When you've been driving for 38 years without one single accident or conviction but get a speeding NIP for doing 26mph. No option of a warning or caution like actual criminals get... no, straight to a fine and penalty points or maybe a nice £85 'alternative fine' to go and be patronised on a speed awareness course... fuming.
Losing a day of our holiday waiting for a plumber (who did have a genuine reason for being late, so I'm not having a go at him) at the in-laws. Meanwhile the heating has failed, Dad is in hospital so a stream of phone calls to try and sort it out has amounted to nothing. Can't find the gas homecare documents, so Dad was calling them from hospital - now waiting to hear if he's had any luck.
Losing a day of our holiday waiting for a plumber (who did have a genuine reason for being late, so I'm not having a go at him) at the in-laws. Meanwhile the heating has failed, Dad is in hospital so a stream of phone calls to try and sort it out has amounted to nothing. Can't find the gas homecare documents, so Dad was calling them from hospital - now waiting to hear if he's had any luck.
Bloody Boris
Seriously that is annoying. Hope you get it sorted out.
When you've been driving for 38 years without one single accident or conviction but get a speeding NIP for doing 26mph. No option of a warning or caution like actual criminals get... no, straight to a fine and penalty points or maybe a nice £85 'alternative fine' to go and be patronised on a speed awareness course... fuming.
I got caught doing 2 mph over the 10% leeway speed limit as I was going up to Headingley for the cricket at the end of the summer and absolutely mortified about it. Huffing and puffing got me no where, however, I booked in the course, and did it a couple of weeks ago in Holiday Inn Bexley and I thought it was a brilliant re-education and can't praise the process enough now.
I've been driving over 20 years and this was my first 'incident' and I felt so frustrated and embarrassed at being caught at such a small amount over the limit. Now, I feel almost privileged to have had the opportunity to go on the course to re-educate myself. The roads have changed in 20 years, and it was so surprising how the 25 odd people in the room had different opinions about what was right and wrong (in terms of speed, hazards, processes etc). There were some in the room who left with the same attitude as they came in - that the police are jobsworths trying to make money out of 'innocent speeders', but the majority took it on the chin, valued the lesson, and are probably driving around a lot more aware of their surroundings than they were previously. I know I am. Suck it up and do the course. I really think you'll not regret it.
When you've been driving for 38 years without one single accident or conviction but get a speeding NIP for doing 26mph. No option of a warning or caution like actual criminals get... no, straight to a fine and penalty points or maybe a nice £85 'alternative fine' to go and be patronised on a speed awareness course... fuming.
I got caught doing 2 mph over the 10% leeway speed limit as I was going up to Headingley for the cricket at the end of the summer and absolutely mortified about it. Huffing and puffing got me no where, however, I booked in the course, and did it a couple of weeks ago in Holiday Inn Bexley and I thought it was a brilliant re-education and can't praise the process enough now.
I've been driving over 20 years and this was my first 'incident' and I felt so frustrated and embarrassed at being caught at such a small amount over the limit. Now, I feel almost privileged to have had the opportunity to go on the course to re-educate myself. The roads have changed in 20 years, and it was so surprising how the 25 odd people in the room had different opinions about what was right and wrong (in terms of speed, hazards, processes etc). There were some in the room who left with the same attitude as they came in - that the police are jobsworths trying to make money out of 'innocent speeders', but the majority took it on the chin, valued the lesson, and are probably driving around a lot more aware of their surroundings than they were previously. I know I am. Suck it up and do the course. I really think you'll not regret it.
I did the same course, it’s worth it. I was surprised how useful it proved to be.
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so some bright spark marketing prats have gone and thought, "well we got something that has become an institution where our product gets for once some good publicity so i tell you what, lets re edit and ruin the iconic song and make sure it doesn't even sit well with the images." yeah nice idea Sebastian*, you twat.
* insert your own marketing graduate name whos father plays golf with the Managing director of large faceless company
I've had worse flu, but it's certainly worse than a cold.
Achy, pains, high temperature, either freezing cold or baking hot, lethargic, still got a sore throat etc.
We’re European not Yanks FFS!
Made a tit of myself (again) at a special assembly at my daughter's school yesterday.
Their topic this term has been WW2 and they've focused on the home front. They had displays and sang songs/dances form the era etc and at the end, they all sang We'll Meet Again.
Could feel myself welling up and thought I'd managed to keep it together. As it finished and we were filing out, her classroom TA (who we're friends with outside school) came up and sked if I was ok and when I picked my daughter up she told me "we could see you crying daddy" and though it was very funny.
I'm a twat.
I don't do styling out mate. Knowing me, I'd have struggled to think of anything and blurted out "sorry I've just shit my myself"
.. on my way back from your mums
We are sentient beings. There is absolutely no reason on Earth why we should not complain about anything and everything that irks us. Take that away and you are left with meek subservience. There is plenty to complain about in yesterday's election (and indeed any other election) whether you chose to exercise your voting rights or not. Their whole argument is based on a flawed assumption that there is always something worthy of a vote. But what if there isn't? A serial liar who has to be shielded from the media by his own party is not a fit and proper person to take the title First Lord of the Treasury. A hopelessly out of touch ideologue with his coterie of incompetent followers is not a fit and proper person to be lead challenger. A failed minister who wasn't even strong enough to persuade her own constituents does not make a a great third choice. One thing was noticeable yesterday, few people voted because they were keen supporters of the candidates. People voted more to block than to support. That is not healthy and is itself something to complain about. And who is to say that the act of not-voting can't be a very powerful complaint in itself.
I have no doubt that the mustn't-grumblers are well meaning people who would like to see greater involvement. There's nothing wrong with that, but please don't fall into the trap of thinking that everyone has to think like you. They don't.
It is a glorious irony that the people whose actions so shaped their thinking were, quite rightly, amongst the greatest complainers of all.
Seriously that is annoying. Hope you get it sorted out.
I got caught doing 2 mph over the 10% leeway speed limit as I was going up to Headingley for the cricket at the end of the summer and absolutely mortified about it. Huffing and puffing got me no where, however, I booked in the course, and did it a couple of weeks ago in Holiday Inn Bexley and I thought it was a brilliant re-education and can't praise the process enough now.
I've been driving over 20 years and this was my first 'incident' and I felt so frustrated and embarrassed at being caught at such a small amount over the limit. Now, I feel almost privileged to have had the opportunity to go on the course to re-educate myself. The roads have changed in 20 years, and it was so surprising how the 25 odd people in the room had different opinions about what was right and wrong (in terms of speed, hazards, processes etc). There were some in the room who left with the same attitude as they came in - that the police are jobsworths trying to make money out of 'innocent speeders', but the majority took it on the chin, valued the lesson, and are probably driving around a lot more aware of their surroundings than they were previously. I know I am. Suck it up and do the course. I really think you'll not regret it.