A bit council Vol 2
Discussion
garyhun said:
What must it feel like to be that thick? I'd like to spend an hour in their heads just to experience it. I imagine it to be a bit like a bad drugs overdose or a strike where your brain stops doing what it should.
My Mrs has an old school friend on Facebook, her existence fascinates me, she's a breeder so has 6 kids, never works etc. All the time she puts up posts like "ne 1 no wot time sensbries is open 2, need sum X"Amazes me that she's holding a smartphone but can't work out how to use it.
Then we get the rants, massive long rants about stuff. You have to read them 5 or 6 times to try and work out what's happened
Dog Star said:
What amazes me is that kids - hell mid 20s - think that it's ok to write like that. It must actually be harder to type than spelling correctly.
The irony is strong with this one 
Putting both black and green bin out on bin day because you don't know which one is to be emptied. Council.
Spare tyre said:
My Mrs has an old school friend on Facebook, her existence fascinates me, she's a breeder so has 6 kids, never works etc. All the time she puts up posts like "ne 1 no wot time sensbries is open 2, need sum X"
Amazes me that she's holding a smartphone but can't work out how to use it.
Then we get the rants, massive long rants about stuff. You have to read them 5 or 6 times to try and work out what's happened
Is she everAmazes me that she's holding a smartphone but can't work out how to use it.
Then we get the rants, massive long rants about stuff. You have to read them 5 or 6 times to try and work out what's happened
"feeling annoid..."
"sum 1 ort to mind there own bisness"
"when stuf like this hapens u no who yur frends ar"
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Thankyou4calling said:
No veneer in eer!
But why is it council?
Furniture on Credit. But why is it council?
Furniture should be selected by your interior designer from a small antiques dealer in the Dordogne.
It should be returned to Britain, professionally sanitised and renovated as needed.
It should then be installed in place with direction from the interior designer - with your input on exact positioning ( Obviousy not directly to the men in brown overcoats, to the designer, silly)
talksthetorque said:
Furniture on Credit.
Furniture should be selected by your interior designer from a small antiques dealer in the Dordogne.
It should be returned to Britain, professionally sanitised and renovated as needed.
It should then be installed in place with direction from the interior designer - with your input on exact positioning ( Obviousy not directly to the men in brown overcoats, to the designer, silly)
Interest free though, not triple-figure percent APR Furniture should be selected by your interior designer from a small antiques dealer in the Dordogne.
It should be returned to Britain, professionally sanitised and renovated as needed.
It should then be installed in place with direction from the interior designer - with your input on exact positioning ( Obviousy not directly to the men in brown overcoats, to the designer, silly)
then you see this type of spelling all the time.Ste1987 said:
talksthetorque said:
Furniture on Credit.
Furniture should be selected by your interior designer from a small antiques dealer in the Dordogne.
It should be returned to Britain, professionally sanitised and renovated as needed.
It should then be installed in place with direction from the interior designer - with your input on exact positioning ( Obviousy not directly to the men in brown overcoats, to the designer, silly)
Interest free though, not triple-figure percent APR Furniture should be selected by your interior designer from a small antiques dealer in the Dordogne.
It should be returned to Britain, professionally sanitised and renovated as needed.
It should then be installed in place with direction from the interior designer - with your input on exact positioning ( Obviousy not directly to the men in brown overcoats, to the designer, silly)
(I don't charge the designer interest onthe fund either though, out of charity for the poor chap)
talksthetorque said:
Ste1987 said:
talksthetorque said:
Furniture on Credit.
Furniture should be selected by your interior designer from a small antiques dealer in the Dordogne.
It should be returned to Britain, professionally sanitised and renovated as needed.
It should then be installed in place with direction from the interior designer - with your input on exact positioning ( Obviousy not directly to the men in brown overcoats, to the designer, silly)
Interest free though, not triple-figure percent APR Furniture should be selected by your interior designer from a small antiques dealer in the Dordogne.
It should be returned to Britain, professionally sanitised and renovated as needed.
It should then be installed in place with direction from the interior designer - with your input on exact positioning ( Obviousy not directly to the men in brown overcoats, to the designer, silly)
(I don't charge the designer interest onthe fund either though, out of charity for the poor chap)
Thankyou4calling said:
Understand all the talk about inherited furniture and such but Oak furnitureland sells pretty decent furniture, don't want to get in an arguement v Chippendale etc but to my mind council wouldn't be it's target market.
I agree. At least it doesn't fall apart as soon as you look at it, unlike the blue and yellow stuff.wildcat45 said:
What yo see here are the children, and grandchildren of folks who did much he same thing in cold wind-swept British holiday camps in the decades following World War Two.
I don't know whether it's a lack of brains, a cultural thing or something else, but there is an almost instinctive thing about some people to lead an organised regimented life.
We call it council, because that's where it is most apparent. I think it transcends class to a certain extent. I have a retired aunt who loves nothing better than a cruise. Not some cheapo cruise, but great chunks of the world on posh liners. They wake up, eat breakfast, go to activities, talks the dances and every other day it's a new country and a bus taking them as part of a group to look at ruins, shop, see the sights or whatever.
Interesting what was said about making air travel expensive. It's an extreme view but I have some sympathy. In 1959 my parents went to the States for the first time. They flew across the Atlantic via Canada in a propellor plane from London Airport. Joan Collins or someone like that was on the flight. My folks weren't poor, but travelling to America was a big deal back then. Now the masses pile into a knackered chartered 767 and go to Florida without so much as a blink.
It's because the post war generations were spoilt. Kids born in the 1950s to parents who remembered the depression "never had it so good" as the line went. Fridges, TVs, cars all came into the reach of the working man. And why not? Aspiration helped by the Hire Purchase Act gave the working man the ability to make sure his kids had it all.
These kids grew up to expect certain things, and so the aspiration, the luxury became the norm. Move that forward more generations and those luxuries of the 1950s working man became more than the norm, they became a right.
Couple this with the welfare state - a noble and good idea back in the 1950s - and the wholesale closure of the traditional working class employers, steel, coal, shipbuilding, engineering, and you have a couple of generations now who see the luxuries as a right along with he welfare state taking the place of wages.
Standards have changed.
Some of my relatives were council people. Back in the 1970s my uncle built tractors and my aunt was the village post lady. They lived in a nice small settlement of substantial houses with gardens allotments and trees. The neighbour's were all nice people bar one family. They were the kids of one of the older residents. Loud, rough, crapoy car on the grass, feral kids. By today's standards they'd be pretty lightweight council. Back then they were terrible. Their relatives were ashamed to be associated with them and the council were called on to make hem shape-up or ship out.
A few years ago I was in that part of the country. I went along to see where I'd spent many childhood summer holidays. I'd last been there properly in the late 1970s. The houses were still there. Now run down. The gardens unkempt. Scrappy cars on the grass and generally obese sports clothes wearing locals were standing around.
There must have been a tipping point in that place. A day, a week or a month when the entitled spoilt scummers outnumbered the decent proud hard working and happy people who made good homes for their families and who had standards.
I don't know whether it's a lack of brains, a cultural thing or something else, but there is an almost instinctive thing about some people to lead an organised regimented life.
We call it council, because that's where it is most apparent. I think it transcends class to a certain extent. I have a retired aunt who loves nothing better than a cruise. Not some cheapo cruise, but great chunks of the world on posh liners. They wake up, eat breakfast, go to activities, talks the dances and every other day it's a new country and a bus taking them as part of a group to look at ruins, shop, see the sights or whatever.
Interesting what was said about making air travel expensive. It's an extreme view but I have some sympathy. In 1959 my parents went to the States for the first time. They flew across the Atlantic via Canada in a propellor plane from London Airport. Joan Collins or someone like that was on the flight. My folks weren't poor, but travelling to America was a big deal back then. Now the masses pile into a knackered chartered 767 and go to Florida without so much as a blink.
It's because the post war generations were spoilt. Kids born in the 1950s to parents who remembered the depression "never had it so good" as the line went. Fridges, TVs, cars all came into the reach of the working man. And why not? Aspiration helped by the Hire Purchase Act gave the working man the ability to make sure his kids had it all.
These kids grew up to expect certain things, and so the aspiration, the luxury became the norm. Move that forward more generations and those luxuries of the 1950s working man became more than the norm, they became a right.
Couple this with the welfare state - a noble and good idea back in the 1950s - and the wholesale closure of the traditional working class employers, steel, coal, shipbuilding, engineering, and you have a couple of generations now who see the luxuries as a right along with he welfare state taking the place of wages.
Standards have changed.
Some of my relatives were council people. Back in the 1970s my uncle built tractors and my aunt was the village post lady. They lived in a nice small settlement of substantial houses with gardens allotments and trees. The neighbour's were all nice people bar one family. They were the kids of one of the older residents. Loud, rough, crapoy car on the grass, feral kids. By today's standards they'd be pretty lightweight council. Back then they were terrible. Their relatives were ashamed to be associated with them and the council were called on to make hem shape-up or ship out.
A few years ago I was in that part of the country. I went along to see where I'd spent many childhood summer holidays. I'd last been there properly in the late 1970s. The houses were still there. Now run down. The gardens unkempt. Scrappy cars on the grass and generally obese sports clothes wearing locals were standing around.
There must have been a tipping point in that place. A day, a week or a month when the entitled spoilt scummers outnumbered the decent proud hard working and happy people who made good homes for their families and who had standards.
Edited by wildcat45 on Tuesday 16th August 12:01
How about this then: In Oxford when a council estate was built, the private householders nearby built their own wall across the street to seperate themselves, such was their horror.
Well the smirks have been in France, camping for the last two weeks. My observations are thus:
Watching a simply huge British couple having their breakfast. Their young children are pretty unruly. She starts the day with a pint of coke. Cereal is something called Krave, which appears to be chocolate wrapped in shredded wheat ? What appears to be Nutella served in a Kilo jar is on the table. She has a book in one hand called "why won't my child behave"
The answer is of course: "sugar". They also had a Zafira. Me thinks on mobility.
A British caravaner, on a very nice French site- with massive Leicester City flag on his van. Apparently they won something. He needs to tell a site filled with Dutch and French people.
A British caravaner: who has replaced his touring caravan's rear no plate, with his own, reading his surname.
Watching a simply huge British couple having their breakfast. Their young children are pretty unruly. She starts the day with a pint of coke. Cereal is something called Krave, which appears to be chocolate wrapped in shredded wheat ? What appears to be Nutella served in a Kilo jar is on the table. She has a book in one hand called "why won't my child behave"
The answer is of course: "sugar". They also had a Zafira. Me thinks on mobility.
A British caravaner, on a very nice French site- with massive Leicester City flag on his van. Apparently they won something. He needs to tell a site filled with Dutch and French people.
A British caravaner: who has replaced his touring caravan's rear no plate, with his own, reading his surname.
Ste1987 said:
Dog Star said:
What amazes me is that kids - hell mid 20s - think that it's ok to write like that. It must actually be harder to type than spelling correctly.
The irony is strong with this one Putting both black and green bin out on bin day because you don't know which one is to be emptied. Council.
These people also, despite having an extensive private rear garden, prefer to have their noisy children play in the front garden, and have even set up their hammock there between two trees so that everyone can admire it and them as we go past/sit and eat meals at our table. As well as using the front garden as a drying/cleaning zone for their camping and sailing equipment which they seem to need to have aired and moved around every weekend. I'm beginning to wonder if their back garden is some kind of toxic former landfill which is unsafe to enter. They are also 'hoarders', and often there's evidently insufficient room on their filthy floors for random items requiring storing, so these will simply be piled up in front of the house for weeks on end. Not to mention broken lawnmowers, etc, awaiting transport to the tip. I chose this house to live in and stretched my family financially to be here as it's located in the least council street in my town, it's a peaceful, tree-lined avenue inhabited by wealthy older people in large houses and the last place I thought I'd have to put up with this kind of spectacle, and indeed nobody else here acts like it. Then a year after I got here the old lady opposite croaks and these scruffy, slapdash pinheads move in, desecrating the place with their filth and rubbish and junk. I'm f
king sick of them. I imagine the next phase is, when the children hit their teens, their bedroom windows will be thrown open at all times to share a new found passion for dreadful, tuneless music of some kind.Living your life in the front garden when you have an unused rear garden - I'm nominating that as very council.
Edited by SilverSixer on Tuesday 23 August 13:13
austinsmirk said:
A British caravaner, on a very nice French site- with massive Leicester City flag on his van. Apparently they won something. He needs to tell a site filled with Dutch and French people.
Agreed, I don't get this at all. I'm a Leicester City fan (along with the whole of Leicestershire it appears now) but have never felt a desire to advertise it.
One of my best mates still has a Leicester flag on the side of his house
It was council when he put it up months ago, it gets even more so with every passing day. I have explained that his house (which is very nice and not council at all without the flag) should be picked up and relocated 2 miles away to the nearest council estate, but he's not bothered and sees it as supporting his team. However I'm pretty sure none of the Leicester players drive past his house and feel proud at such a public display of support. They probably think "tt" like I do, and think their new free i8 is a much better show of gratitude for their efforts! Moving on, I spotted a very rotund woman in her 50s this morning wearing cut off denim shorts plus a denim waistcoat which did not cover the teenagers crop top she was sporting, which again came nowhere near to covering the huge expansion of stomach that rolled over the top of her shorts. To complete the look? A grandma's pull along shopping trolley. Clearly she either cannot afford mirrors or she forgot to top up the leccy meter and got dressed in the dark.
Putting half a status on Faceache such as "can't believe what's just happened".. or more accurately "carnt buleev wts jus hapind" in the hope that the rest of the social algae will comment something like:
"wts up hun?"
"here 4 u bbe"
"oh no!".
...
I lost my virginity to that girl. Amazing chebs.
"wts up hun?"
"here 4 u bbe"
"oh no!".
...
I lost my virginity to that girl. Amazing chebs.
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