How comes so much fluff gets collected in my tumble drier filter without my clothes totally disintegrating. I reckon in a good month I could collect enough to insulate my loft.
How comes so much fluff gets collected in my tumble drier filter without my clothes totally disintegrating. I reckon in a good month I could collect enough to insulate my loft.
Everytime you use your tumble drier, a single sock disintegrates to create all that fluff.
Leather shoe soles. Only a small part of a cow touches the ground, and that's the only part not made from leather. What do we make shoes from? Any wonder they are so flipping slippery.
Leather shoe soles. Only a small part of a cow touches the ground, and that's the only part not made from leather. What do we make shoes from? Any wonder they are so flipping slippery.
My exact thought process when I nearly stacked it on the steps at Tooting Bec this morning
Leather shoe soles. Only a small part of a cow touches the ground, and that's the only part not made from leather. What do we make shoes from? Any wonder they are so flipping slippery.
My exact thought process when I nearly stacked it on the steps at Tooting Bec this morning
I was wearing leather soled shoes last December when I slipped in the ice and broke my hip. Never again - all my winter shoes now have soles like Michelin tyres!!
Leather shoe soles. Only a small part of a cow touches the ground, and that's the only part not made from leather. What do we make shoes from? Any wonder they are so flipping slippery.
My exact thought process when I nearly stacked it on the steps at Tooting Bec this morning
I was wearing leather soled shoes last December when I slipped in the ice and broke my hip. Never again - all my winter shoes now have soles like Michelin tyres!!
Leather shoe soles. Only a small part of a cow touches the ground, and that's the only part not made from leather. What do we make shoes from? Any wonder they are so flipping slippery.
My exact thought process when I nearly stacked it on the steps at Tooting Bec this morning
I was wearing leather soled shoes last December when I slipped in the ice and broke my hip. Never again - all my winter shoes now have soles like Michelin tyres!!
Leather shoe soles. Only a small part of a cow touches the ground, and that's the only part not made from leather. What do we make shoes from? Any wonder they are so flipping slippery.
My exact thought process when I nearly stacked it on the steps at Tooting Bec this morning
I was wearing leather soled shoes last December when I slipped in the ice and broke my hip. Never again - all my winter shoes now have soles like Michelin tyres!!
Leather shoe soles. Only a small part of a cow touches the ground, and that's the only part not made from leather. What do we make shoes from? Any wonder they are so flipping slippery.
My exact thought process when I nearly stacked it on the steps at Tooting Bec this morning
I was wearing leather soled shoes last December when I slipped in the ice and broke my hip. Never again - all my winter shoes now have soles like Michelin tyres!!
Leather shoe soles. Only a small part of a cow touches the ground, and that's the only part not made from leather. What do we make shoes from? Any wonder they are so flipping slippery.
My exact thought process when I nearly stacked it on the steps at Tooting Bec this morning
I was wearing leather soled shoes last December when I slipped in the ice and broke my hip. Never again - all my winter shoes now have soles like Michelin tyres!!
Circular, with a hole in the middle ?
That's the ones.
I used to wear ones like that but i found that from just walking around I’d get tyred too easily...
Why is it always the last place you look when you find something that had been misplaced?
Its also always at the very bottom of the pile of items that you hunting through - If you try and cheat by looking through the first few items at the top before going straight to the bottom its never there
Why do old people hurry on Zebra crossings and young people dawdle?
It's a common decency/respect for others thing. Some older folk retain some consideration for anyone other than themselves; sadly we are 2 or 3 generations into total self-absorption seasoned by furious indignation at the prospect that someone might be inconvenienced by your doing whateverthefuck you like wheneverthefuck you feel howeverthefuck you choose.
Any self obsessed loathsomely inconsiderate arsehole who dawdles across a zebra, pelican, etc without indicating any gratitude whatsoever is fair game for the corner of the bull bars on an errant speeding 4x4, that's just natural selection and karma.
Why do old people hurry on Zebra crossings and young people dawdle?
It's a common decency/respect for others thing. Some older folk retain some consideration for anyone other than themselves; sadly we are 2 or 3 generations into total self-absorption seasoned by furious indignation at the prospect that someone might be inconvenienced by your doing whateverthefuck you like wheneverthefuck you feel howeverthefuck you choose.
Any self obsessed loathsomely inconsiderate arsehole who dawdles across a zebra, pelican, etc without indicating any gratitude whatsoever is fair game for the corner of the bull bars on an errant speeding 4x4, that's just natural selection and karma.
I always thought some old people try to hurry crossing roads, in fear of getting run over.
What is it with the city of Lancaster? I'm here for the evening and people keep giving me funny looks. I was in a pub (The Cow?) earlier and a guy walked out giving me the absolute evils as he walked past my table. Now I'm in spoons and a bloke at the bar, looking like Yul Brynner (no joke), was staring me out like he fancied himself as some sort of barroom gunslinger. The 'waiter' - a youthful MungoJerryalike has been overly attentive whilst the bloke at the next table who's supposed to be chatting with his girlfriend keeps throwing glances at me. Is it just a strange town or am I a doppelgänger for the local gangster?
What is it with the city of Lancaster? I'm here for the evening and people keep giving me funny looks. I was in a pub (The Cow?) earlier and a guy walked out giving me the absolute evils as he walked past my table. Now I'm in spoons and a bloke at the bar, looking like Yul Brynner (no joke), was staring me out like he fancied himself as some sort of barroom gunslinger. The 'waiter' - a youthful MungoJerryalike has been overly attentive whilst the bloke at the next table who's supposed to be chatting with his girlfriend keeps throwing glances at me. Is it just a strange town or am I a doppelgänger for the local gangster?
Why do old people hurry on Zebra crossings and young people dawdle?
It's a common decency/respect for others thing. Some older folk retain some consideration for anyone other than themselves; sadly we are 2 or 3 generations into total self-absorption seasoned by furious indignation at the prospect that someone might be inconvenienced by your doing whateverthefuck you like wheneverthefuck you feel howeverthefuck you choose.
Any self obsessed loathsomely inconsiderate arsehole who dawdles across a zebra, pelican, etc without indicating any gratitude whatsoever is fair game for the corner of the bull bars on an errant speeding 4x4, that's just natural selection and karma.
You say that, but I've just come back from a holiday resort where I must have held 50 doors open for my elders and didn't get one thank you.
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You of all people should know that.
By a style, my arse.
Old people are suddenly bloody fast when they see that!!
Any self obsessed loathsomely inconsiderate arsehole who dawdles across a zebra, pelican, etc without indicating any gratitude whatsoever is fair game for the corner of the bull bars on an errant speeding 4x4, that's just natural selection and karma.