Most cringeworthy thread you have ever read?
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Adenauer said:
Why on earth did I just Google Monocle Magazine?
Merely a guess, but I expect that, the poster above having mentioned it, and you being unfamiliar with the publication, your curiosity lead you to use a popular internet search engine to enlighten yourself. As I said, only a guess, but it seems plausible.
trashbat said:
Oh and handy tips for the travelling gent: when staying in a foreign hotel, ask for a room at the back on the first floor. This protects you against RPG attacks from the street, and allows you to climb out of the window to safety in the event of a siege.
I shall remember that the next time I have to stay in Ashton under Lyne trashbat said:
Oh and handy tips for the travelling gent: when staying in a foreign hotel, ask for a room at the back on the first floor. This protects you against RPG attacks from the street, and allows you to climb out of the window to safety in the event of a siege.
Actually spat a glass of water out when reading that Disastrous said:
trashbat said:
Monocle is so PH, I can't believe anyone here doesn't subscribe. It has pieces like, 'Where's best for a morning jog? For us it's a choice between Cape Town or Rio', or '10 finest swords of the month'.
You have it to a T!
"Famed for his bewitching prose, Gay Talese pioneered New Journalism in the 1960s. Yet despite the avant-garde nature of his work he opts for classic dishes that combine sophistication and simplicity."
BrabusMog said:
I just googled it, I didn't believe it was real until now
"Famed for his bewitching prose, Gay Talese pioneered New Journalism in the 1960s. Yet despite the avant-garde nature of his work he opts for classic dishes that combine sophistication and simplicity."
They've got a shop near Marylebone High Street. It's full of absurdly priced tat."Famed for his bewitching prose, Gay Talese pioneered New Journalism in the 1960s. Yet despite the avant-garde nature of his work he opts for classic dishes that combine sophistication and simplicity."
SrMoreno said:
They've got a shop near Marylebone High Street. It's full of absurdly priced tat.
"LABOUR AND WAIT BIB APRONEstablished in the heart of East London’s market district in 2000, Labour and Wait creates timeless, functional products for everyday use. It is with this in mind that Monocle worked in collaboration with Labour and Wait to create this utilitarian traditional bib apron."
£60
Timeless and utilitarian.
Handbags are out over in the classic TVR section.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Monkeythree said:
Handbags are out over in the classic TVR section.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
I've been cringing a lot lately in that forum. http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
vixen1700 said:
Monkeythree said:
Handbags are out over in the classic TVR section.
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
I've been cringing a lot lately in that forum. http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Maybe not major cringe but a potentially interesting thread about volumes of new car sales takes another diversion into that PH staple : "only povs lease cars".
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Guy who owns a fast MG seems intent on proving that his MG is better than Ferrari's, even though it may be true it's just a bit cringe worthy..
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
limpsfield said:
Maybe not major cringe but a potentially interesting thread about volumes of new car sales takes another diversion into that PH staple : "only povs lease cars".
http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
Majorly cringeworthy as Daemon always insists on giving everybody the benefit of his extensive knowledge of the car sales business, even though he couldn't cut it himself as a car dealer.http://www.pistonheads.com/gassing/topic.asp?h=0&a...
trashbat said:
Can we have a Pseud-off?
The puddle lights cut through the exquisitely scented shroud of fuel rich vapour, swirling with a sharp but subtle hint of Chateau Momentum '99, the reflected glimmer evoking the chanced gleam of a solitary silver knife amongst a basket of airline cutlery. Not for Barry la vie miserable of his mud besplashed Golas, never more. The door open warning binged its carefully crafted chime in its sophisticated but calming timbre, as if to say, 'sir, in all senses of the word, you have arrived. And also don't forget that the door is open'.
Yes, yes we can. Ahem... Hem... The puddle lights cut through the exquisitely scented shroud of fuel rich vapour, swirling with a sharp but subtle hint of Chateau Momentum '99, the reflected glimmer evoking the chanced gleam of a solitary silver knife amongst a basket of airline cutlery. Not for Barry la vie miserable of his mud besplashed Golas, never more. The door open warning binged its carefully crafted chime in its sophisticated but calming timbre, as if to say, 'sir, in all senses of the word, you have arrived. And also don't forget that the door is open'.
'Jessica ran her diamond polished scarlet nails over the sheer blue satin of her negligee. Turning to the mirror she quaffed hungrily at every detail, each perfect note singing in a glass harmonica symphony. The lace, the scintillating straps, moisturised skin as friction free as Castrol GTX. She curled her toes into the sheepskin bedroom rug, closed her eyes and inhaled deep. Chanel No 5, scented candles and petals ripped from virgin roses scattered on the pillows like young soldiers razed by the neutron bomb of her lust. She faced the window. She was ready for him. Every sense heightened, every sinew taut to receive the leather kiss of his string backed driving gloves. The chair pushed carelessly away from the bed to take the cast off 'World Rally Championship' jacket and the regular fit jeans. The plastic runner over the Wilton stair carpet to catch the fall of racetrack dust from his Puma driving trainers. Oh yes, the scene was set.
She glanced through the window as the close harmony of low profile tyres and the refined burble of a sports exhaust drifted in, sweeter than any nightingale. Provocative man, he knew her husband was away and had selected race mode, all the better for the alpha male to mark his territory with Stratified Charge shriek and half burned V-Power unleaded. One toe on the drive-by-wire go pedal was all it took to bring the noise, to assert his will over hers. Fog lights, HID burners ogling the front of the house; looking, knowing they could touch. The engine diminished, retreating respectfully as an ex-SAS bodyguard at his commanding caress of the Start/Stop button. Door open, dash lights fading and captive Alpine sun-glow puddling under the mirrors. He stepped out to take what was his'
Taken from Mills and Boon's 'The Director's Wife and The Salesman' - from the Middle Class Mudanity series to be published some time soon!
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