I hate the internet - grrr - bah - better in my day
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I was just trying to book a coach ticket (a f
king depressing business to start with) here www.eurolines.fr and everytime I change anything in the menu, the whole cocking thing reloads over the next 2 b
d hours and loses every-f
king-thing.
Then I found I could book it through the slightly better National Express website. I got the ticket I wanted - "funfare" for 15 pounds (though how the f
k anything to do with coach travel is ever fun I have no idea), so I tried to book it only to be told they had sold out, but I could travel for 39 pounds on the same coach. But I will have 24 pounds less fun when I get there. Thanks,
s.
Then I got lost in that s
tty Verified by Visa nonesense, which I eventually found you can just skip anyway (so what's the advantage from a security piont of view, w
kers?). I eventually couldn't book it anyway because I have a Thai bank card, and despite having a Visa sign and numbers just like any other Visa card in the world, it doesn't f
king work. The only highlight of that was speaking to someone in the banks English speaking (ha f
king ha) call centre and hearing a Thai person trying to say Verified by Visa - wellyfie by weessa. Haha.
And no I'm not some doddering old
who gives cheese to the mouse - I've used the internet for years and have in the past booked plane tickets, hotels and all the rest through it. I'm 31, and really clever.
Have I got early senility or is internet much less useful than it was a few years ago? The only thing it's any use at all for is looking at porn and venting my annoyance on Pistonheads.
And yes I know coaches are for pikeys, but I've been earning Thai baht - of which 150 pounds worth for the b
d Eurostar is a hell of a lot. So I am a pikey. p
s off.
king depressing business to start with) here www.eurolines.fr and everytime I change anything in the menu, the whole cocking thing reloads over the next 2 b
d hours and loses every-f
king-thing. Then I found I could book it through the slightly better National Express website. I got the ticket I wanted - "funfare" for 15 pounds (though how the f
k anything to do with coach travel is ever fun I have no idea), so I tried to book it only to be told they had sold out, but I could travel for 39 pounds on the same coach. But I will have 24 pounds less fun when I get there. Thanks,
s. Then I got lost in that s
tty Verified by Visa nonesense, which I eventually found you can just skip anyway (so what's the advantage from a security piont of view, w
kers?). I eventually couldn't book it anyway because I have a Thai bank card, and despite having a Visa sign and numbers just like any other Visa card in the world, it doesn't f
king work. The only highlight of that was speaking to someone in the banks English speaking (ha f
king ha) call centre and hearing a Thai person trying to say Verified by Visa - wellyfie by weessa. Haha.And no I'm not some doddering old
who gives cheese to the mouse - I've used the internet for years and have in the past booked plane tickets, hotels and all the rest through it. I'm 31, and really clever. Have I got early senility or is internet much less useful than it was a few years ago? The only thing it's any use at all for is looking at porn and venting my annoyance on Pistonheads.
And yes I know coaches are for pikeys, but I've been earning Thai baht - of which 150 pounds worth for the b
d Eurostar is a hell of a lot. So I am a pikey. p
s off.AJS- said:
I'm 31, and really clever.
but I've been earning Thai baht - of which 150 pounds worth for the b
d Eurostar is a hell of a lot. So I am a pikey. p
s off.
Save your money and spend it on something like a thai "massage". Then you don't have to justify to yourself that you are "really clever", plus you can feel better about the fact that you have a tiny cock. And I'm presuming that it is minuscule.but I've been earning Thai baht - of which 150 pounds worth for the b
d Eurostar is a hell of a lot. So I am a pikey. p
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