Things you always wanted to know the answer to [Vol. 3]
Discussion
Moonhawk said:
Gad-Westy said:
Why are footballers salaries always quoted in £/week? Unlike just about any other profession.
Probably to make it sound less that it actually is. It is afterall supposed to be the game of the working classes. £x,000 per week sounds less that £y million per year.
Welshbeef said:
A question on time.
Why does time go slower on the top of a mountain than at sea level (fact was discussed at length today on R4 9am). They went as far to say that your head is actually younger than your feet marginally due to time travelling quicker at your feet than your head.
The top of a mountain is in a fractionally lower gravitational field. The same reason (I think) that time passes slower on a GPS satellite than on the ground, sat nav units apply a correction to the time signals they receive otherwise they'd be a few miles out.Why does time go slower on the top of a mountain than at sea level (fact was discussed at length today on R4 9am). They went as far to say that your head is actually younger than your feet marginally due to time travelling quicker at your feet than your head.
p1stonhead said:
StevieBee said:
227bhp said:
Shiv_P said:
227bhp said:
Why is there two people in an F1 safety car?
Is the passenger telling the driver where to go?
iirc the passengers operates the buttons and sIs the passenger telling the driver where to go?
t and heads communications and the driver drives
""The safety car often seems slower than it is, but in actual fact, I tend to drive at my limit during the safety car phase. This means that in Monza, for example, on the main straight I drive at approximately up to 280 km/h. Just look at the figures: A Formula 1 race car on average is 35-45 seconds faster with every lap it completes, depending on the length of the track. This means that a Formula 1 car can overtake the safety car every three laps. It’s pretty incredible how well the safety car measures up."
https://www.formula1.com/en/championship/inside-f1...
Wanders off to watch 'Safety car fails' on Youtube....
Welshbeef said:
How much pain is there in having a visectomy?
Are the rumours true that following the op the man can last significantly longer before ejeculation? (Like for like)
Only the pain of finding out that all the vague promises of less monthly mental and more sex when your Wife comes off the pill are of course lies, but then deep down you always knew that yeah? Are the rumours true that following the op the man can last significantly longer before ejeculation? (Like for like)
No idea on the second question.
My cousin went to have his vasectomy last summer.
When I next saw him, I was told in graphic detail about how his balls had swollen to the size of two avocados as the doctor made a little error, and he then had to spend a few days in hospital having a load of excess fluid painfully drained off.
On another note, many years ago, this is my friend's dad...
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-67092/Ho...
When I next saw him, I was told in graphic detail about how his balls had swollen to the size of two avocados as the doctor made a little error, and he then had to spend a few days in hospital having a load of excess fluid painfully drained off.
On another note, many years ago, this is my friend's dad...
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-67092/Ho...
Dr Jekyll said:
Welshbeef said:
A question on time.
Why does time go slower on the top of a mountain than at sea level (fact was discussed at length today on R4 9am). They went as far to say that your head is actually younger than your feet marginally due to time travelling quicker at your feet than your head.
The top of a mountain is in a fractionally lower gravitational field. The same reason (I think) that time passes slower on a GPS satellite than on the ground, sat nav units apply a correction to the time signals they receive otherwise they'd be a few miles out.Why does time go slower on the top of a mountain than at sea level (fact was discussed at length today on R4 9am). They went as far to say that your head is actually younger than your feet marginally due to time travelling quicker at your feet than your head.
Years ago, my neighbour and good friend and I both found ourselves in the same position, family wise, that is two boys growing up, and no wish for any more. We decided that a vasectomy was the answer. To lend eachother support we booked together into a clinic half an hour's drive away and got the job done. Neither of us particularly wanted to go first, as we both felt a need to get back home sharpish before the local wore off. A few easy days at home, and frequent phone calls and waves out of the window to enquire on mutual progress ensued.
The best bit was the drive back home with a tape I had prepared for the car. We were both singing along at the tops of our voices to Jerry Lee Lewis: Great Balls of Fire.
The best bit was the drive back home with a tape I had prepared for the car. We were both singing along at the tops of our voices to Jerry Lee Lewis: Great Balls of Fire.
Welshbeef said:
So if you had a doppelgänger on the moon from birth and you on the Earth let’s say you r 60 years old.
Who would be older and by how much? Or is the moon a bad example as it has gravity of earth & moon
https://space.stackexchange.com/questions/6007/would-a-moon-resident-age-differently-than-someone-living-on-earthWho would be older and by how much? Or is the moon a bad example as it has gravity of earth & moon
Welshbeef said:
Shakermaker said:
Welshbeef said:
Why should the general tax payer incl the poor needy and disabled etc have to pay compensation to the Windrush victims?
Because everything the government does wrong is paid for by tax? Why?
Surely it would have been better for this whole f
k up to never have occurred but that shark has been jumped long ago. FredClogs said:
Why do British families insist on spending two months wages (which in most cases they can't afford and spend 12 months paying it off their credit card) taking their kids, who are too young to appreciate the cultural diversity, landscape or delicate Mediterranean cuisine to hot climes, in august, then spend the fortnight looking for a tree to sit under complaining about sunburn, lack of a decent brew and ignoring their children who are generally making a fking pest of themselves - all whilst continuing to eat and drink at the worst version of holiday accommodation imaginable(more akin to sandbach services).
Always wondered, rant over.
I agree with the sentiment. I can only assume it's a combination of marketing and adhering to the social norm, because family holidays with small kids are sking pest of themselves - all whilst continuing to eat and drink at the worst version of holiday accommodation imaginable(more akin to sandbach services).Always wondered, rant over.
t. They ain't much better as they get older. We've always go to family originated places, frankly if you're going to Centre Parcs in the middle of August and tutting because you're having your romantic dinner spoiled by kids shouting in the restaurant you've only yourself to blame.
I like the idea that it's a holiday for the parents too, but really when you're talking about under-5s it's not, certainly not for Dads (argue if you like, but in my limited experience it's Dads who do the heavy lifting metaphorically and literally) best you can hope for is a hour or two hanging around the pool whilst kids club is on, but they're not usually interesting in under 5s.
In reality a Holiday with small kids means:
Several months of austerity before because as above, it's going to cost a couple of months income to go anywhere.
Several months of austerity after because you'll want at least the same again in spends or prepare to spend your holiday being treated like like a combination of the fun police and scrounge when you explain that if they want to eat breakfast in the cafe (because they've got cakes) ride the segways, then have lunch in the cafe (because they've got ice creams), then ride the high ropes in the afternoon, then dinner in the restaurant (because we shouldn't have too cook on Holiday even though I do all the cooking) and then sit in the bar we'll be burning through around £250 a day or knocking on for £2k a week by the time they've bought gifts, some clothes in the gift shop and thrown money in the sea it seems.
In reality, unless you fight for a bit of common sense it's austerity pretty much from March to Oct for hols, and Nov to Feb, well it seems the big fat man in red wants a few grand for his troubles too.
Anyway, back to hols.
You'll be carrying a few hundred kgs of kit with you, this is why despite the drive a Centre Parcs / Euro Camp style holiday in France / Holland etc is infinitely easier than flying somewhere.
Day time mealtimes which given the cost should be a bit of a treat aren't it's trying to find a table when everywhere is rammed solid, then arguing when they change their mind a million times or decide they want to order 5 of everything they'll never eat.
Quickly you'll learn to try to cram food in your face a warp speed because well, kids aren't known for their attention spans and they get bored.
When it comes to 'relaxed evening dining' you'll spend the time stressed and wondering aloud why French waiters can't ever be f
ked to bring the fking bill and why you have to go through the whole merry fking dance of them bringing a bill and then pissing off for an hour so you can review it, and then once again once they've discovered, after-all, they haven't been serving the last person on earth who carries piles of folding money, seems they want the card machine - who'd have thunk it! Now you've enjoyed your 'relaxed evening dining experience' (note, that when it comes to small kids 'evening' starts a 4pm...) you might dream of your older kids making friends and going to play *there* in the place where they're far enough away that you don't have to hear them, but close enough you can see they're not trying a cigarette because the French kids do or climbing into the sub-station for a dare, but no, either they're sat with you moaning it's all rubbish and knecking €10 cokes in 10 seconds for fun or demanding €50 for the arcade because everyone else has.
With little ones you may dare dream about them dozing away in the push-chair whilst you and your Wife sit watching the sunset with a glass of something nice. Nope, they're doing that thing only little kids do, somehow turn tiredness into extra energy to be a dick.
So come maybe 8pm if you're really, really lucky you'll be back at the accommodation, if you're really stupid you would have booked a traditional style hotel room and you're proper f
ked - Baby is in bed, you're in the same room... you might as well go to sleep or watch crap on YouTube on your phone, with the sound off. Why would you do that to yourself? Hopefully you've got some kind of chalet / caravan thing, you can put baby to bed and sit out with some wine... the silence can be deafening when you're wife is 'tired' when 'tired' means you haven't done anything wrong enough to nag/moan/shout at you, but equally you've not managed to change to way the world works to make this s
t enjoyable, so you fire up the TV which they promised had Sky, it doesn't really. Congratulations, you're AT LEAST £5k out of pocket but easily double or treble that, and you're watching an old episode of The Big Bang theory on a tiny TV, on a tiny rock hard sofa with the sound at a barely audible volume (one decibel louder and it's a rasp from the wife about waking up the kid) drinking one of those s
tty little bottles of larger that the stty little fridge can't quite make cold enough, you're tired, too full, your feet hurt and the only thing to look forward to is doing it all again tomorrow. Rest assured your Wife who can barely bring herself to talk to you is wondering if her first love would have been such a tight selfish t
t as she stalks him on FB- no he would have paid the extra grand for a slightly better sofa in the 'deluxe suite' and managed to entertain the children all day solo so she can have the holiday she deserves...To keep your spirits up, why not spend an hour window shopping on the classifieds or bike trader etc, it's a great game - tot up what it's cost you to be this unhappy, then use that at your budget - CBR600RR, MX-5s or go really mad and 'waste' the imaginary money on some massive V12 German Coupe the worlds your imaginary lobster.
Pop to the loo for a bit of Gratrunka, count the days till you can go back to work, sleep, rinse and repeat.
P-Jay said:
FredClogs said:
Why do British families insist on spending two months wages (which in most cases they can't afford and spend 12 months paying it off their credit card) taking their kids, who are too young to appreciate the cultural diversity, landscape or delicate Mediterranean cuisine to hot climes, in august, then spend the fortnight looking for a tree to sit under complaining about sunburn, lack of a decent brew and ignoring their children who are generally making a fking pest of themselves - all whilst continuing to eat and drink at the worst version of holiday accommodation imaginable(more akin to sandbach services).
Always wondered, rant over.
I agree with the sentiment. I can only assume it's a combination of marketing and adhering to the social norm, because family holidays with small kids are sking pest of themselves - all whilst continuing to eat and drink at the worst version of holiday accommodation imaginable(more akin to sandbach services).Always wondered, rant over.
t. They ain't much better as they get older. We've always go to family originated places, frankly if you're going to Centre Parcs in the middle of August and tutting because you're having your romantic dinner spoiled by kids shouting in the restaurant you've only yourself to blame.
I like the idea that it's a holiday for the parents too, but really when you're talking about under-5s it's not, certainly not for Dads (argue if you like, but in my limited experience it's Dads who do the heavy lifting metaphorically and literally) best you can hope for is a hour or two hanging around the pool whilst kids club is on, but they're not usually interesting in under 5s.
In reality a Holiday with small kids means:
Several months of austerity before because as above, it's going to cost a couple of months income to go anywhere.
Several months of austerity after because you'll want at least the same again in spends or prepare to spend your holiday being treated like like a combination of the fun police and scrounge when you explain that if they want to eat breakfast in the cafe (because they've got cakes) ride the segways, then have lunch in the cafe (because they've got ice creams), then ride the high ropes in the afternoon, then dinner in the restaurant (because we shouldn't have too cook on Holiday even though I do all the cooking) and then sit in the bar we'll be burning through around £250 a day or knocking on for £2k a week by the time they've bought gifts, some clothes in the gift shop and thrown money in the sea it seems.
In reality, unless you fight for a bit of common sense it's austerity pretty much from March to Oct for hols, and Nov to Feb, well it seems the big fat man in red wants a few grand for his troubles too.
Anyway, back to hols.
You'll be carrying a few hundred kgs of kit with you, this is why despite the drive a Centre Parcs / Euro Camp style holiday in France / Holland etc is infinitely easier than flying somewhere.
Day time mealtimes which given the cost should be a bit of a treat aren't it's trying to find a table when everywhere is rammed solid, then arguing when they change their mind a million times or decide they want to order 5 of everything they'll never eat.
Quickly you'll learn to try to cram food in your face a warp speed because well, kids aren't known for their attention spans and they get bored.
When it comes to 'relaxed evening dining' you'll spend the time stressed and wondering aloud why French waiters can't ever be f
ked to bring the fking bill and why you have to go through the whole merry fking dance of them bringing a bill and then pissing off for an hour so you can review it, and then once again once they've discovered, after-all, they haven't been serving the last person on earth who carries piles of folding money, seems they want the card machine - who'd have thunk it! Now you've enjoyed your 'relaxed evening dining experience' (note, that when it comes to small kids 'evening' starts a 4pm...) you might dream of your older kids making friends and going to play *there* in the place where they're far enough away that you don't have to hear them, but close enough you can see they're not trying a cigarette because the French kids do or climbing into the sub-station for a dare, but no, either they're sat with you moaning it's all rubbish and knecking €10 cokes in 10 seconds for fun or demanding €50 for the arcade because everyone else has.
With little ones you may dare dream about them dozing away in the push-chair whilst you and your Wife sit watching the sunset with a glass of something nice. Nope, they're doing that thing only little kids do, somehow turn tiredness into extra energy to be a dick.
So come maybe 8pm if you're really, really lucky you'll be back at the accommodation, if you're really stupid you would have booked a traditional style hotel room and you're proper f
ked - Baby is in bed, you're in the same room... you might as well go to sleep or watch crap on YouTube on your phone, with the sound off. Why would you do that to yourself? Hopefully you've got some kind of chalet / caravan thing, you can put baby to bed and sit out with some wine... the silence can be deafening when you're wife is 'tired' when 'tired' means you haven't done anything wrong enough to nag/moan/shout at you, but equally you've not managed to change to way the world works to make this s
t enjoyable, so you fire up the TV which they promised had Sky, it doesn't really. Congratulations, you're AT LEAST £5k out of pocket but easily double or treble that, and you're watching an old episode of The Big Bang theory on a tiny TV, on a tiny rock hard sofa with the sound at a barely audible volume (one decibel louder and it's a rasp from the wife about waking up the kid) drinking one of those s
tty little bottles of larger that the stty little fridge can't quite make cold enough, you're tired, too full, your feet hurt and the only thing to look forward to is doing it all again tomorrow. Rest assured your Wife who can barely bring herself to talk to you is wondering if her first love would have been such a tight selfish t
t as she stalks him on FB- no he would have paid the extra grand for a slightly better sofa in the 'deluxe suite' and managed to entertain the children all day solo so she can have the holiday she deserves...To keep your spirits up, why not spend an hour window shopping on the classifieds or bike trader etc, it's a great game - tot up what it's cost you to be this unhappy, then use that at your budget - CBR600RR, MX-5s or go really mad and 'waste' the imaginary money on some massive V12 German Coupe the worlds your imaginary lobster.
Pop to the loo for a bit of Gratrunka, count the days till you can go back to work, sleep, rinse and repeat.
Welshbeef said:
So it’s ok for those with the least to pay for this?
Why?
They won't - only net tax payers will.Why?
If you aren't a net tax payer/generator - then all the tax you do pay is merely a contribution towards your own upkeep costs.
Those with 'the least' likely won't pay/generate anything like enough tax to cover the cost of their own existence - let alone contribute towards paying compensation to Windrush victims.
Edited by Moonhawk on Monday 30th April 13:18
P-Jay said:
FredClogs said:
Why do British families insist on spending two months wages (which in most cases they can't afford and spend 12 months paying it off their credit card) taking their kids, who are too young to appreciate the cultural diversity, landscape or delicate Mediterranean cuisine to hot climes, in august, then spend the fortnight looking for a tree to sit under complaining about sunburn, lack of a decent brew and ignoring their children who are generally making a fking pest of themselves - all whilst continuing to eat and drink at the worst version of holiday accommodation imaginable(more akin to sandbach services).
Always wondered, rant over.
I agree with the sentiment. I can only assume it's a combination of marketing and adhering to the social norm, because family holidays with small kids are sking pest of themselves - all whilst continuing to eat and drink at the worst version of holiday accommodation imaginable(more akin to sandbach services).Always wondered, rant over.
t. They ain't much better as they get older. We've always go to family originated places, frankly if you're going to Centre Parcs in the middle of August and tutting because you're having your romantic dinner spoiled by kids shouting in the restaurant you've only yourself to blame.
I like the idea that it's a holiday for the parents too, but really when you're talking about under-5s it's not, certainly not for Dads (argue if you like, but in my limited experience it's Dads who do the heavy lifting metaphorically and literally) best you can hope for is a hour or two hanging around the pool whilst kids club is on, but they're not usually interesting in under 5s.
In reality a Holiday with small kids means:
Several months of austerity before because as above, it's going to cost a couple of months income to go anywhere.
Several months of austerity after because you'll want at least the same again in spends or prepare to spend your holiday being treated like like a combination of the fun police and scrounge when you explain that if they want to eat breakfast in the cafe (because they've got cakes) ride the segways, then have lunch in the cafe (because they've got ice creams), then ride the high ropes in the afternoon, then dinner in the restaurant (because we shouldn't have too cook on Holiday even though I do all the cooking) and then sit in the bar we'll be burning through around £250 a day or knocking on for £2k a week by the time they've bought gifts, some clothes in the gift shop and thrown money in the sea it seems.
In reality, unless you fight for a bit of common sense it's austerity pretty much from March to Oct for hols, and Nov to Feb, well it seems the big fat man in red wants a few grand for his troubles too.
Anyway, back to hols.
You'll be carrying a few hundred kgs of kit with you, this is why despite the drive a Centre Parcs / Euro Camp style holiday in France / Holland etc is infinitely easier than flying somewhere.
Day time mealtimes which given the cost should be a bit of a treat aren't it's trying to find a table when everywhere is rammed solid, then arguing when they change their mind a million times or decide they want to order 5 of everything they'll never eat.
Quickly you'll learn to try to cram food in your face a warp speed because well, kids aren't known for their attention spans and they get bored.
When it comes to 'relaxed evening dining' you'll spend the time stressed and wondering aloud why French waiters can't ever be f
ked to bring the fking bill and why you have to go through the whole merry fking dance of them bringing a bill and then pissing off for an hour so you can review it, and then once again once they've discovered, after-all, they haven't been serving the last person on earth who carries piles of folding money, seems they want the card machine - who'd have thunk it! Now you've enjoyed your 'relaxed evening dining experience' (note, that when it comes to small kids 'evening' starts a 4pm...) you might dream of your older kids making friends and going to play *there* in the place where they're far enough away that you don't have to hear them, but close enough you can see they're not trying a cigarette because the French kids do or climbing into the sub-station for a dare, but no, either they're sat with you moaning it's all rubbish and knecking €10 cokes in 10 seconds for fun or demanding €50 for the arcade because everyone else has.
With little ones you may dare dream about them dozing away in the push-chair whilst you and your Wife sit watching the sunset with a glass of something nice. Nope, they're doing that thing only little kids do, somehow turn tiredness into extra energy to be a dick.
So come maybe 8pm if you're really, really lucky you'll be back at the accommodation, if you're really stupid you would have booked a traditional style hotel room and you're proper f
ked - Baby is in bed, you're in the same room... you might as well go to sleep or watch crap on YouTube on your phone, with the sound off. Why would you do that to yourself? Hopefully you've got some kind of chalet / caravan thing, you can put baby to bed and sit out with some wine... the silence can be deafening when you're wife is 'tired' when 'tired' means you haven't done anything wrong enough to nag/moan/shout at you, but equally you've not managed to change to way the world works to make this s
t enjoyable, so you fire up the TV which they promised had Sky, it doesn't really. Congratulations, you're AT LEAST £5k out of pocket but easily double or treble that, and you're watching an old episode of The Big Bang theory on a tiny TV, on a tiny rock hard sofa with the sound at a barely audible volume (one decibel louder and it's a rasp from the wife about waking up the kid) drinking one of those s
tty little bottles of larger that the stty little fridge can't quite make cold enough, you're tired, too full, your feet hurt and the only thing to look forward to is doing it all again tomorrow. Rest assured your Wife who can barely bring herself to talk to you is wondering if her first love would have been such a tight selfish t
t as she stalks him on FB- no he would have paid the extra grand for a slightly better sofa in the 'deluxe suite' and managed to entertain the children all day solo so she can have the holiday she deserves...To keep your spirits up, why not spend an hour window shopping on the classifieds or bike trader etc, it's a great game - tot up what it's cost you to be this unhappy, then use that at your budget - CBR600RR, MX-5s or go really mad and 'waste' the imaginary money on some massive V12 German Coupe the worlds your imaginary lobster.
Pop to the loo for a bit of Gratrunka, count the days till you can go back to work, sleep, rinse and repeat.
Thank you Mr Smoke-Too-Much. Have a well-deserved pint of Watney's Red Barrel.P-Jay said:
I agree with the sentiment. I can only assume it's a combination of marketing and adhering to the social norm, because family holidays with small kids are st. They ain't much better as they get older.
We've always go to family originated places, frankly if you're going to Centre Parcs in the middle of August and tutting because you're having your romantic dinner spoiled by kids shouting in the restaurant you've only yourself to blame.
I like the idea that it's a holiday for the parents too, but really when you're talking about under-5s it's not, certainly not for Dads (argue if you like, but in my limited experience it's Dads who do the heavy lifting metaphorically and literally) best you can hope for is a hour or two hanging around the pool whilst kids club is on, but they're not usually interesting in under 5s.
In reality a Holiday with small kids means:
Several months of austerity before because as above, it's going to cost a couple of months income to go anywhere.
Several months of austerity after because you'll want at least the same again in spends or prepare to spend your holiday being treated like like a combination of the fun police and scrounge when you explain that if they want to eat breakfast in the cafe (because they've got cakes) ride the segways, then have lunch in the cafe (because they've got ice creams), then ride the high ropes in the afternoon, then dinner in the restaurant (because we shouldn't have too cook on Holiday even though I do all the cooking) and then sit in the bar we'll be burning through around £250 a day or knocking on for £2k a week by the time they've bought gifts, some clothes in the gift shop and thrown money in the sea it seems.
In reality, unless you fight for a bit of common sense it's austerity pretty much from March to Oct for hols, and Nov to Feb, well it seems the big fat man in red wants a few grand for his troubles too.
Anyway, back to hols.
You'll be carrying a few hundred kgs of kit with you, this is why despite the drive a Centre Parcs / Euro Camp style holiday in France / Holland etc is infinitely easier than flying somewhere.
Day time mealtimes which given the cost should be a bit of a treat aren't it's trying to find a table when everywhere is rammed solid, then arguing when they change their mind a million times or decide they want to order 5 of everything they'll never eat.
Quickly you'll learn to try to cram food in your face a warp speed because well, kids aren't known for their attention spans and they get bored.
When it comes to 'relaxed evening dining' you'll spend the time stressed and wondering aloud why French waiters can't ever be fked to bring the fking bill and why you have to go through the whole merry fking dance of them bringing a bill and then pissing off for an hour so you can review it, and then once again once they've discovered, after-all, they haven't been serving the last person on earth who carries piles of folding money, seems they want the card machine - who'd have thunk it!
Now you've enjoyed your 'relaxed evening dining experience' (note, that when it comes to small kids 'evening' starts a 4pm...) you might dream of your older kids making friends and going to play *there* in the place where they're far enough away that you don't have to hear them, but close enough you can see they're not trying a cigarette because the French kids do or climbing into the sub-station for a dare, but no, either they're sat with you moaning it's all rubbish and knecking €10 cokes in 10 seconds for fun or demanding €50 for the arcade because everyone else has.
With little ones you may dare dream about them dozing away in the push-chair whilst you and your Wife sit watching the sunset with a glass of something nice. Nope, they're doing that thing only little kids do, somehow turn tiredness into extra energy to be a dick.
So come maybe 8pm if you're really, really lucky you'll be back at the accommodation, if you're really stupid you would have booked a traditional style hotel room and you're proper fked - Baby is in bed, you're in the same room... you might as well go to sleep or watch crap on YouTube on your phone, with the sound off. Why would you do that to yourself?
Hopefully you've got some kind of chalet / caravan thing, you can put baby to bed and sit out with some wine... the silence can be deafening when you're wife is 'tired' when 'tired' means you haven't done anything wrong enough to nag/moan/shout at you, but equally you've not managed to change to way the world works to make this st enjoyable, so you fire up the TV which they promised had Sky, it doesn't really.
Congratulations, you're AT LEAST £5k out of pocket but easily double or treble that, and you're watching an old episode of The Big Bang theory on a tiny TV, on a tiny rock hard sofa with the sound at a barely audible volume (one decibel louder and it's a rasp from the wife about waking up the kid) drinking one of those stty little bottles of larger that the stty little fridge can't quite make cold enough, you're tired, too full, your feet hurt and the only thing to look forward to is doing it all again tomorrow.
Rest assured your Wife who can barely bring herself to talk to you is wondering if her first love would have been such a tight selfish tt as she stalks him on FB- no he would have paid the extra grand for a slightly better sofa in the 'deluxe suite' and managed to entertain the children all day solo so she can have the holiday she deserves...
To keep your spirits up, why not spend an hour window shopping on the classifieds or bike trader etc, it's a great game - tot up what it's cost you to be this unhappy, then use that at your budget - CBR600RR, MX-5s or go really mad and 'waste' the imaginary money on some massive V12 German Coupe the worlds your imaginary lobster.
Pop to the loo for a bit of Gratrunka, count the days till you can go back to work, sleep, rinse and repeat.
Well done indeed! Brilliant. t. They ain't much better as they get older. We've always go to family originated places, frankly if you're going to Centre Parcs in the middle of August and tutting because you're having your romantic dinner spoiled by kids shouting in the restaurant you've only yourself to blame.
I like the idea that it's a holiday for the parents too, but really when you're talking about under-5s it's not, certainly not for Dads (argue if you like, but in my limited experience it's Dads who do the heavy lifting metaphorically and literally) best you can hope for is a hour or two hanging around the pool whilst kids club is on, but they're not usually interesting in under 5s.
In reality a Holiday with small kids means:
Several months of austerity before because as above, it's going to cost a couple of months income to go anywhere.
Several months of austerity after because you'll want at least the same again in spends or prepare to spend your holiday being treated like like a combination of the fun police and scrounge when you explain that if they want to eat breakfast in the cafe (because they've got cakes) ride the segways, then have lunch in the cafe (because they've got ice creams), then ride the high ropes in the afternoon, then dinner in the restaurant (because we shouldn't have too cook on Holiday even though I do all the cooking) and then sit in the bar we'll be burning through around £250 a day or knocking on for £2k a week by the time they've bought gifts, some clothes in the gift shop and thrown money in the sea it seems.
In reality, unless you fight for a bit of common sense it's austerity pretty much from March to Oct for hols, and Nov to Feb, well it seems the big fat man in red wants a few grand for his troubles too.
Anyway, back to hols.
You'll be carrying a few hundred kgs of kit with you, this is why despite the drive a Centre Parcs / Euro Camp style holiday in France / Holland etc is infinitely easier than flying somewhere.
Day time mealtimes which given the cost should be a bit of a treat aren't it's trying to find a table when everywhere is rammed solid, then arguing when they change their mind a million times or decide they want to order 5 of everything they'll never eat.
Quickly you'll learn to try to cram food in your face a warp speed because well, kids aren't known for their attention spans and they get bored.
When it comes to 'relaxed evening dining' you'll spend the time stressed and wondering aloud why French waiters can't ever be f
ked to bring the fking bill and why you have to go through the whole merry fking dance of them bringing a bill and then pissing off for an hour so you can review it, and then once again once they've discovered, after-all, they haven't been serving the last person on earth who carries piles of folding money, seems they want the card machine - who'd have thunk it! Now you've enjoyed your 'relaxed evening dining experience' (note, that when it comes to small kids 'evening' starts a 4pm...) you might dream of your older kids making friends and going to play *there* in the place where they're far enough away that you don't have to hear them, but close enough you can see they're not trying a cigarette because the French kids do or climbing into the sub-station for a dare, but no, either they're sat with you moaning it's all rubbish and knecking €10 cokes in 10 seconds for fun or demanding €50 for the arcade because everyone else has.
With little ones you may dare dream about them dozing away in the push-chair whilst you and your Wife sit watching the sunset with a glass of something nice. Nope, they're doing that thing only little kids do, somehow turn tiredness into extra energy to be a dick.
So come maybe 8pm if you're really, really lucky you'll be back at the accommodation, if you're really stupid you would have booked a traditional style hotel room and you're proper f
ked - Baby is in bed, you're in the same room... you might as well go to sleep or watch crap on YouTube on your phone, with the sound off. Why would you do that to yourself? Hopefully you've got some kind of chalet / caravan thing, you can put baby to bed and sit out with some wine... the silence can be deafening when you're wife is 'tired' when 'tired' means you haven't done anything wrong enough to nag/moan/shout at you, but equally you've not managed to change to way the world works to make this s
t enjoyable, so you fire up the TV which they promised had Sky, it doesn't really. Congratulations, you're AT LEAST £5k out of pocket but easily double or treble that, and you're watching an old episode of The Big Bang theory on a tiny TV, on a tiny rock hard sofa with the sound at a barely audible volume (one decibel louder and it's a rasp from the wife about waking up the kid) drinking one of those s
tty little bottles of larger that the stty little fridge can't quite make cold enough, you're tired, too full, your feet hurt and the only thing to look forward to is doing it all again tomorrow. Rest assured your Wife who can barely bring herself to talk to you is wondering if her first love would have been such a tight selfish t
t as she stalks him on FB- no he would have paid the extra grand for a slightly better sofa in the 'deluxe suite' and managed to entertain the children all day solo so she can have the holiday she deserves...To keep your spirits up, why not spend an hour window shopping on the classifieds or bike trader etc, it's a great game - tot up what it's cost you to be this unhappy, then use that at your budget - CBR600RR, MX-5s or go really mad and 'waste' the imaginary money on some massive V12 German Coupe the worlds your imaginary lobster.
Pop to the loo for a bit of Gratrunka, count the days till you can go back to work, sleep, rinse and repeat.
Glad I briefly went incognito to find out what Gratrunka was. I almost guessed right. It's quite specific, isn't it?
Willy Nilly said:
You know the yellow and black boxes with a button on that you press at a pedestrian crossing? Well, on the bottom of the box is a black knurled button a little thicker than a pencil that turns, feelin slightly like it's clockwork. What's it for?
It's actually a winch that can be coupled up to drive a bosun's chair across to the other side of the road when somebody severely disabled wishes to cross.HTH.
Welshbeef said:
Exige77 said:
Not much pain. More discomfort. Don’t look !!
No change in function.
Still several hours
Diesel drivers of course last all night
Is there any increased chance of prostrate cancer post operation?No change in function.
Still several hours
Diesel drivers of course last all night
The procedure is completely painless, as long as you are careful not to cut your thumb with the scalpel.
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