Things that annoy you beyond reason...? [Vol 3]
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The Don of Croy said:
nicanary said:
Payphones. It's the future. They'll still be standing there with smashed glass and reeking of piss, long after we've all got bored with gadgets.
Are the ones in the West End still plastered with business cards from young ladies offering 'relief'?I was hanging around waiting to deliver in Kensington and spotted one,so nicked it to decorate the sun visor
in my lorry.
She's not even that pretty.
iva cosworth said:
The Don of Croy said:
nicanary said:
Payphones. It's the future. They'll still be standing there with smashed glass and reeking of piss, long after we've all got bored with gadgets.
Are the ones in the West End still plastered with business cards from young ladies offering 'relief'?I was hanging around waiting to deliver in Kensington and spotted one,so nicked it to decorate the sun visor
in my lorry.
She's not even that pretty.
JonRB said:
Buying cheap marked-down mince that is "use by" today so that, no matter what I feel like eating tonight, it pretty much has to be Chilli con Carne (since that is the only recipe I know for mince).
I can't take this pressure, man.
- chilli beans, + garlic and tomato = spag bol.I can't take this pressure, man.
Chilli beans? Kidney beans? That'll be a wimp's chilli, not a bolognese
My annoyance of the day is the stupid f
king mini bog rolls you get in hotels. I'm losing about 3lbs a day through the Delhi Belly and I run out of paper every day. There's a shower next to the loo (as in, 6 inches from the pan, especially for cleaning yourself, but I end up spraying watery st all over myself, my clothes and the room) but I'm needing 4 full rolls of Andrex, and they wont even leave me a spare, just the quarter roll they think I need.
And, since I've had an Indian mobile, I'm forever getting calls from the Vodafone customer services, asking me if I'm the owner of number x and to confirm my (exceptionally) English sounding name. I confirm, and they then burst in to full on, high speed Hindi. Er, English, motherfkers, the clue is in my name. I struggle enough not to sound like a Suffolk idiot on a good day, let alone understand your gibberish. tts.
My annoyance of the day is the stupid f
king mini bog rolls you get in hotels. I'm losing about 3lbs a day through the Delhi Belly and I run out of paper every day. There's a shower next to the loo (as in, 6 inches from the pan, especially for cleaning yourself, but I end up spraying watery st all over myself, my clothes and the room) but I'm needing 4 full rolls of Andrex, and they wont even leave me a spare, just the quarter roll they think I need. And, since I've had an Indian mobile, I'm forever getting calls from the Vodafone customer services, asking me if I'm the owner of number x and to confirm my (exceptionally) English sounding name. I confirm, and they then burst in to full on, high speed Hindi. Er, English, motherf
kers, the clue is in my name. I struggle enough not to sound like a Suffolk idiot on a good day, let alone understand your gibberish. tts. JonRB said:
When your finger feels sore and you look at it to find there is a cut on it with dried blood and you have absolutely no idea whatsoever how that happened.
That annoys me beyond reason.
Or even when it feels itchy, so you scratch it a few times without looking, reopen the cut by doing so and have even more of an inconvenience when it continues to bleed down your finger again. And then someone notices and asks if you'd like a first aider, and/or to put it in the accident book.That annoys me beyond reason.
No I wouldn't, but thanks anyway...
My three year old and seven year old play really well with the Lego models that generally stay put together. As they're large (ish) standard kits (Chinook, fire boat and others) they are oft played with so it makes sense to keep them out and built.
My kids know this and treat them well and play with them properly - ie without literally throwing them around and smashing them up.
Needless to say, I got home yesterday after having dinner at a fellow PHers to find 4 of the main models in many pieces scattered about the conservatory after the neighbours son and friend invited themselves round to play with my daughter when I wasn't here.
I know it's Lego, but even my three year old knows to not throw Lego models round and actually treat them with respect.
I think this qualifies as beyond reason. Or insanity. Not sure which.
My kids know this and treat them well and play with them properly - ie without literally throwing them around and smashing them up.
Needless to say, I got home yesterday after having dinner at a fellow PHers to find 4 of the main models in many pieces scattered about the conservatory after the neighbours son and friend invited themselves round to play with my daughter when I wasn't here.
I know it's Lego, but even my three year old knows to not throw Lego models round and actually treat them with respect.
I think this qualifies as beyond reason. Or insanity. Not sure which.
fking st-nasty ing poly-fking-styrene packing. I really really hate it when I unwrap a new piece of equipment and find it encased in large blocks of the stuff. Cardboard I can burn or recycle, but polystyrene I have to break up (getting myself covered in static-clinging lumps of the hateful stuff) into manageable pieces and put in the dustbin, the machine I am unboxing this morning will fill at least two.
king st-nasty ing poly-fking-styrene packing. I really really hate it when I unwrap a new piece of equipment and find it encased in large blocks of the stuff. Cardboard I can burn or recycle, but polystyrene I have to break up (getting myself covered in static-clinging lumps of the hateful stuff) into manageable pieces and put in the dustbin, the machine I am unboxing this morning will fill at least two.grumbledoak said:
james_tigerwoods said:
I think this qualifies as beyond reason. Or insanity. Not sure which.
OCD. You are supposed to break Lego models up and build newer, better things.But me - I'm not crazy.
james_tigerwoods said:
grumbledoak said:
james_tigerwoods said:
I think this qualifies as beyond reason. Or insanity. Not sure which.
OCD. You are supposed to break Lego models up and build newer, better things.But me - I'm not crazy.
RobinOakapple said:
fking st-nasty ing poly-fking-styrene packing. I really really hate it when I unwrap a new piece of equipment and find it encased in large blocks of the stuff. Cardboard I can burn or recycle, but polystyrene I have to break up (getting myself covered in static-clinging lumps of the hateful stuff) into manageable pieces and put in the dustbin, the machine I am unboxing this morning will fill at least two.
Pile it up in your loft as free insulation king st-nasty ing poly-fking-styrene packing. I really really hate it when I unwrap a new piece of equipment and find it encased in large blocks of the stuff. Cardboard I can burn or recycle, but polystyrene I have to break up (getting myself covered in static-clinging lumps of the hateful stuff) into manageable pieces and put in the dustbin, the machine I am unboxing this morning will fill at least two.OpulentBob said:
Chilli beans? Kidney beans? That'll be a wimp's chilli, not a bolognese
My annoyance of the day is the stupid fking mini bog rolls you get in hotels. I'm losing about 3lbs a day through the Delhi Belly and I run out of paper every day. There's a shower next to the loo (as in, 6 inches from the pan, especially for cleaning yourself, but I end up spraying watery st all over myself, my clothes and the room) but I'm needing 4 full rolls of Andrex, and they wont even leave me a spare, just the quarter roll they think I need.
And, since I've had an Indian mobile, I'm forever getting calls from the Vodafone customer services, asking me if I'm the owner of number x and to confirm my (exceptionally) English sounding name. I confirm, and they then burst in to full on, high speed Hindi. Er, English, motherfkers, the clue is in my name. I struggle enough not to sound like a Suffolk idiot on a good day, let alone understand your gibberish. tts.
I spent a lot of time in India over the years and always enjoyed myself there.My annoyance of the day is the stupid f
king mini bog rolls you get in hotels. I'm losing about 3lbs a day through the Delhi Belly and I run out of paper every day. There's a shower next to the loo (as in, 6 inches from the pan, especially for cleaning yourself, but I end up spraying watery st all over myself, my clothes and the room) but I'm needing 4 full rolls of Andrex, and they wont even leave me a spare, just the quarter roll they think I need. And, since I've had an Indian mobile, I'm forever getting calls from the Vodafone customer services, asking me if I'm the owner of number x and to confirm my (exceptionally) English sounding name. I confirm, and they then burst in to full on, high speed Hindi. Er, English, motherf
kers, the clue is in my name. I struggle enough not to sound like a Suffolk idiot on a good day, let alone understand your gibberish. tts. On my first time a colleague said 'This is India, It's different to anywhere else, just go with it'.
Sound advice. There followed many fantastic visits, tucking into red hot Ruby's, Taxi rides on the wrong side of the road, dodging sacred cows. There is much more.
Have a great time!
Dear estate agents,
If a home has another home attached to it, please don't describe it as "detached" on rightmove, you bunch of lying parasites.
Also stop photoshopping the pictures.
At this point I'd respect you more if you measured the rooms across the diagonals, like they do with TVs, because then at least you'd be good at being massively misleading.
If a home has another home attached to it, please don't describe it as "detached" on rightmove, you bunch of lying parasites.
Also stop photoshopping the pictures.
At this point I'd respect you more if you measured the rooms across the diagonals, like they do with TVs, because then at least you'd be good at being massively misleading.
RobinOakapple said:
fking st-nasty ing poly-fking-styrene packing. I really really hate it when I unwrap a new piece of equipment and find it encased in large blocks of the stuff. Cardboard I can burn or recycle, but polystyrene I have to break up (getting myself covered in static-clinging lumps of the hateful stuff) into manageable pieces and put in the dustbin, the machine I am unboxing this morning will fill at least two.
Dissolve it in petrol, make Napalm.king st-nasty ing poly-fking-styrene packing. I really really hate it when I unwrap a new piece of equipment and find it encased in large blocks of the stuff. Cardboard I can burn or recycle, but polystyrene I have to break up (getting myself covered in static-clinging lumps of the hateful stuff) into manageable pieces and put in the dustbin, the machine I am unboxing this morning will fill at least two.
This is the correct answer. Don't try this at home, kids! 
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