Things that annoy you beyond reason...? [Vol 3]
Discussion
popeyewhite said:
Loud motorbikes.
Cars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two t
ts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.
ThisCars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two t
ts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.popeyewhite said:
Loud motorbikes.
Cars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two tts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.
Best sound in the world. Bliss.Cars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two t
ts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.Stickyfinger said:
popeyewhite said:
Loud motorbikes.
Cars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two tts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.
ThisCars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two t
ts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.s.
Funny thing is I'm into bikes and have been riding for over 30 years. Just sold my KTM actually. But I've only just realised how intrusive their racket has become. It's starting to really get on my TITS.Probably already been mentioned somewhere in the hundreds of pages so far, but for me it's waiters (and it's almost always waiters and not waitresses) who want to memorise your order rather than write it down. What's the fking point? I'm hardly going to be bowled over by your memory skills if you get it right, and if you get it wrong I'm going to be seriously pissed off.
king point? I'm hardly going to be bowled over by your memory skills if you get it right, and if you get it wrong I'm going to be seriously pissed off. RobinOakapple said:
Stickyfinger said:
popeyewhite said:
Loud motorbikes.
Cars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two tts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.
ThisCars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two t
ts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.s.rohrl said:
People who ride quad bikes around town annoy me more than bikers. Quad bikes always seem to be obnoxiously loud and I can't see why on earth anyone would want to ride one. You can't even filter through traffic on one.
They're fun to ride around the Greek islands! On Britain's roads? Stick to off roadRobinOakapple said:
Stickyfinger said:
popeyewhite said:
Loud motorbikes.
Cars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two tts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.
ThisCars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two t
ts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.s.RobinOakapple said:
Stickyfinger said:
popeyewhite said:
Loud motorbikes.
Cars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two tts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.
ThisCars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two t
ts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.s.Last year, when checking into an hotel I had to ask the receptionist if there was a race track close by as there was a constant scream of motor bike noise.
No, she said, its the bikers on the by- pass
easytiger123 said:
Probably already been mentioned somewhere in the hundreds of pages so far, but for me it's waiters (and it's almost always waiters and not waitresses) who want to memorise your order rather than write it down. What's the fking point? I'm hardly going to be bowled over by your memory skills if you get it right, and if you get it wrong I'm going to be seriously pissed off.
When in the merchant navy, as a waiter in the tourist class dining room, I looked after two sittings of eight passengers. All the ordering was memorised, it was standard procedure. Writing down took too much time.king point? I'm hardly going to be bowled over by your memory skills if you get it right, and if you get it wrong I'm going to be seriously pissed off. WD39 said:
easytiger123 said:
Probably already been mentioned somewhere in the hundreds of pages so far, but for me it's waiters (and it's almost always waiters and not waitresses) who want to memorise your order rather than write it down. What's the fking point? I'm hardly going to be bowled over by your memory skills if you get it right, and if you get it wrong I'm going to be seriously pissed off.
When in the merchant navy, as a waiter in the tourist class dining room, I looked after two sittings of eight passengers. All the ordering was memorised, it was standard procedure. Writing down took too much time.king point? I'm hardly going to be bowled over by your memory skills if you get it right, and if you get it wrong I'm going to be seriously pissed off. Any one who instead of phoning you to clarify something, will send a passive/aggressive email and then CC everybody in authority.
'Issi, I note from your recent report that you've included the worktop to be replaced, despite the fact that the damage only appears to be to the base unit beneath - would you like to explain this? (and by the way I've copied this query in to everyone)'
'Dear Office monkey, if you took the time to read my report and look at the dozens of photos that go with it (annotated with arrows and everything), you'll see that it's comprehensively knacked, and therefore beyond economic repair'
And what's more annoying is that you never get an email back, and CC'ed to everyone to say, 'Oops, you're absolutely right -sorry about that!'
'Issi, I note from your recent report that you've included the worktop to be replaced, despite the fact that the damage only appears to be to the base unit beneath - would you like to explain this? (and by the way I've copied this query in to everyone)'
'Dear Office monkey, if you took the time to read my report and look at the dozens of photos that go with it (annotated with arrows and everything), you'll see that it's comprehensively knacked, and therefore beyond economic repair'
And what's more annoying is that you never get an email back, and CC'ed to everyone to say, 'Oops, you're absolutely right -sorry about that!'
WD39 said:
RobinOakapple said:
Stickyfinger said:
popeyewhite said:
Loud motorbikes.
Cars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two tts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.
ThisCars that hurt passers-by's ears are frowned upon, motorbikes are not. Why?
Also picture this: You're miles from anywhere, high up on Kinder Scout - a desolate high plateau in the Dark Peak with wonderful views over Cheshire, Derbyshire and the Ladybower and Derwent dams. A pair of hawks circle overhead. You've not seen another living human for two hours and to you and your dog it's total natural bliss. Hark! What's this? The distant cry of moorland grouse or scrabbling in the underbrush of a hare rare to theses parts? You turn your head to listen more attentively...No, it's the far-flung yet ubiquitous noise of two t
ts on motorbikes living the Barry Sheene dream in a 50 zone and making sure every other bugger in a 10 mile radius can hear them.s.Last year, when checking into an hotel I had to ask the receptionist if there was a race track close by as there was a constant scream of motor bike noise.
No, she said, its the bikers on the by- pass
People who can't get into a car without smashing their arse into the seat bolsters, scraping the rivets on their jeans across them, and generally fking up the leather.
When I get into my car the first thing my behind contacts is the seat cushion.
And it's not like these people are fatties either. OH is pint sized and still can't manage it!!
king up the leather.When I get into my car the first thing my behind contacts is the seat cushion.
And it's not like these people are fatties either. OH is pint sized and still can't manage it!!
MY HERMES.
Wife heard a slight noise from our porch....the Postman always rings the bell if he leaves a parcel, and we were expecting one. By the time I got to the door, fecker had gone. Attached to the parcel was a note telling me that I should change my address to "Nr the local village" and not just put the parish address down to make it easier for them. Well my address, from the post office, isn't "near" anything Mr Feckwit cocksocket myherpes. The country lane I live on is between said village and a small hamlet. There are 10 houses on it over a 3/4 mile stretch. If you come in one way, we are 3 rd from last, another direction 3rd. These 10 houses have a separate postcode to either village ......USE IT YOU FECKTARD.
Wife heard a slight noise from our porch....the Postman always rings the bell if he leaves a parcel, and we were expecting one. By the time I got to the door, fecker had gone. Attached to the parcel was a note telling me that I should change my address to "Nr the local village" and not just put the parish address down to make it easier for them. Well my address, from the post office, isn't "near" anything Mr Feckwit cocksocket myherpes. The country lane I live on is between said village and a small hamlet. There are 10 houses on it over a 3/4 mile stretch. If you come in one way, we are 3 rd from last, another direction 3rd. These 10 houses have a separate postcode to either village ......USE IT YOU FECKTARD.
mikal83 said:
MY HERMES.
Wife heard a slight noise from our porch....the Postman always rings the bell if he leaves a parcel, and we were expecting one. By the time I got to the door, fecker had gone. Attached to the parcel was a note telling me that I should change my address to "Nr the local village" and not just put the parish address down to make it easier for them. Well my address, from the post office, isn't "near" anything Mr Feckwit cocksocket myherpes. The country lane I live on is between said village and a small hamlet. There are 10 houses on it over a 3/4 mile stretch. If you come in one way, we are 3 rd from last, another direction 3rd. These 10 houses have a separate postcode to either village ......USE IT YOU FECKTARD.
I had a BT engineer tell me that my house name was incorrect and it should be the name that it was known as about 15 years ago before the previous owner changed it. Royal Mail have the correct (current) name on their database, as do everyone else. Including BT, ironically. Wife heard a slight noise from our porch....the Postman always rings the bell if he leaves a parcel, and we were expecting one. By the time I got to the door, fecker had gone. Attached to the parcel was a note telling me that I should change my address to "Nr the local village" and not just put the parish address down to make it easier for them. Well my address, from the post office, isn't "near" anything Mr Feckwit cocksocket myherpes. The country lane I live on is between said village and a small hamlet. There are 10 houses on it over a 3/4 mile stretch. If you come in one way, we are 3 rd from last, another direction 3rd. These 10 houses have a separate postcode to either village ......USE IT YOU FECKTARD.
Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff