Cringeworthy things
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Willy Nilly said:
exelero said:
Willy Nilly said:
Vocal Minority said:
Willy Nilly said:
XXX car is "a nice place to be". f
k off.
I am going to be honest, sit in a Lada...then sit in a brand new Range Roverk off. Ok its not the snug at your local....but its there are many worse places to be....
My Jazz will feel like a Rolls Royce compared to a Lada. Again, "A nice place to be" make me cringe, it makes me think knob and it make me want to punch people in the face and I wouldn't tire doing so
What, this one?
Maybe you prefer this kind of interior.
R1gtr said:
With all the things available to view on the internet, I'm baffled that a picture like that of some weird looking legs, would get anyone hot under the collar...
Hoofy said:
Willy Nilly said:
exelero said:
Willy Nilly said:
Vocal Minority said:
Willy Nilly said:
XXX car is "a nice place to be". fk off.
I am going to be honest, sit in a Lada...then sit in a brand new Range Roverk off. Ok its not the snug at your local....but its there are many worse places to be....
My Jazz will feel like a Rolls Royce compared to a Lada. Again, "A nice place to be" make me cringe, it makes me think knob and it make me want to punch people in the face and I wouldn't tire doing so
What, this one?
Maybe you prefer this kind of interior.
Also, plenty of people come on here needing a "nice place to be" for a staggering 17,000 miles a year, like a normal car is in breach of the Geneva Arms Convention. I should think than van drivers who are in their vehicles all day every day need "a nice place to be", never mind the truck driver that spends 5 days a week living in his cab, or the Polish truck I loaded this week who's driver probably hasn't been home for a month.
19 year old me on an OTC (officer training corps) summer camp in Weymouth, on a night out in the town. I discovered an unlocked store cupboard in a pub, and promptly started handing out bottles of beers to all my mates, this lasted a good hour until I got kicked out. Having been on the sauce all day I was rather the worse for wear and spent an hour or so wandering about, before being picked up by local plod for being a pisshead and I was dropped off back at the base. As I went into the guardroom with the friendly plod, the OC, our rather strict Colonel was there and he signed me in. So far, so good.
I made it back to my billet, and crashed into my bed, passing out seconds later. The next thing I know is I'm being grabbed and frogmarched towards the door before being thrown out of it. I later learnt that whilst asleep I'd stood up, flopped the old chap out and pissed all over the head of the guy in the bed next to mine. Not content with that, once I'd been kicked out, I forced the door open and informed all my fellow officer cadets that my uncle was the Chief of Defence Staff and that they would regret throwing me out and none of them would have a military career. I must have been convincing as they let me back in.
The hangover the next morning was horrific, as was seeing my colleagues as the previous night came flooding back. Somehow I'd broken the metatarsal bone in my foot, so I had to hobble off to find the OC to make my apologies. The only bit of luck I had from the whole sorry affair was that the Colonel let me off because as he put it, 'You'd be in a world of st if I could read what I'd written in the Guardroom log, but I was so pissed myself I can't read a word of it.'
I still cringe to this day about the horsest line about my uncle being the Chief of Defence Staff, horrendous behaviour. Somewhat unfairly the lad who I pissed on received a lot more grief about the whole incident than I did 
Yellowjack, I was also asked to leave the Swansea Legion and to never return, similar circumstances to yourself!
I made it back to my billet, and crashed into my bed, passing out seconds later. The next thing I know is I'm being grabbed and frogmarched towards the door before being thrown out of it. I later learnt that whilst asleep I'd stood up, flopped the old chap out and pissed all over the head of the guy in the bed next to mine. Not content with that, once I'd been kicked out, I forced the door open and informed all my fellow officer cadets that my uncle was the Chief of Defence Staff and that they would regret throwing me out and none of them would have a military career. I must have been convincing as they let me back in.
The hangover the next morning was horrific, as was seeing my colleagues as the previous night came flooding back. Somehow I'd broken the metatarsal bone in my foot, so I had to hobble off to find the OC to make my apologies. The only bit of luck I had from the whole sorry affair was that the Colonel let me off because as he put it, 'You'd be in a world of s
t if I could read what I'd written in the Guardroom log, but I was so pissed myself I can't read a word of it.'I still cringe to this day about the horses
t line about my uncle being the Chief of Defence Staff, horrendous behaviour. Somewhat unfairly the lad who I pissed on received a lot more grief about the whole incident than I did Yellowjack, I was also asked to leave the Swansea Legion and to never return, similar circumstances to yourself!
Willy Nilly said:
It is quite difficult to understand, as it happens. That could be just about any modern car interior. All of the mainstream car manufacturers will have access to all of the relevant ergonomic data that makes the design of the interior as comfortable as possible. A big car will certainly have more space and in all likely hood give a smoother ride, but I very much doubt the interior of a 100 grand Ranger Rover is any better laid out than a Fiesta, a Cayenne is certainly no better laid out than my car, having driven them both back to back.
Also, plenty of people come on here needing a "nice place to be" for a staggering 17,000 miles a year, like a normal car is in breach of the Geneva Arms Convention. I should think than van drivers who are in their vehicles all day every day need "a nice place to be", never mind the truck driver that spends 5 days a week living in his cab, or the Polish truck I loaded this week who's driver probably hasn't been home for a month.
I'm a bit baffled by this. Yes of course, most car manufacturers put most of the bits in the right place, I think that is a given.Also, plenty of people come on here needing a "nice place to be" for a staggering 17,000 miles a year, like a normal car is in breach of the Geneva Arms Convention. I should think than van drivers who are in their vehicles all day every day need "a nice place to be", never mind the truck driver that spends 5 days a week living in his cab, or the Polish truck I loaded this week who's driver probably hasn't been home for a month.
But some of the expensive ones add a quality of finish, texture, style, seat comfort, smell, whatever that is a step above.
As a result, the insides of these cars are noted as being a 'nice place to be'. Because, as a result of their (expensive) efforts, the interiors are a nice place to be.
That doesn't make other cars a bad place to be. Just that some car interiors are a particularly nice place to be.
I'm not sure I can explain it any more clearly, but it's not a difficult concept to grasp, surely..?
DrSteveBrule said:
Abbreviations of car manufacturer's names used in conversation:
Bimmer / BM
Scooby
Fezza
Lambo
Maser
For some reason 'Merc' and hearing Porsche pronounced 'Porsh' don't irritate me. The first on the list is the worst by a mile.
Jag annoys the hell out of me too.Bimmer / BM
Scooby
Fezza
Lambo
Maser
For some reason 'Merc' and hearing Porsche pronounced 'Porsh' don't irritate me. The first on the list is the worst by a mile.
Probably because my stepdad who has a totally poverty spec diesel X-Type (Mondeo) estate refers to it as "the jaaaag" (e.g. "we'll go in the jaaag") when it is the only car he has.
He also refers to his motorbike as "the harley" when again, he only has one bike...
Crafty_ said:
alorotom said:
oceanview said:
A clothing range called " old guys rule!"
What a fking naff, cringeworthy load of cack name to have on your clothes!
Just like ... What a f
king naff, cringeworthy load of cack name to have on your clothes!
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