Things that annoy you beyond reason...(Vol 5)
Discussion
davhill said:
Frank7 said:
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I think though, that if I started to say Shirocco instead of Skirocco in Bermondsey, I’d hear, “Shirocco? Shirocco? Are you f**king sure?”
ARE YOU SURE? is an expression of incredulity down here.
Skirocco? That's a new one on me!I think though, that if I started to say Shirocco instead of Skirocco in Bermondsey, I’d hear, “Shirocco? Shirocco? Are you f**king sure?”
ARE YOU SURE? is an expression of incredulity down here.
I used to say Sirocco, not Sir Rocco like a knight - just with a silent C in the first, short syllable.
You have me wondering now. When you buy some nice perfume for your wife, what do you say? "Here's a bottle of skent."?
Sorry, pronunciation Nazi mode kicked in there.
I wouldn’t say skent, if I said the word at all, I’d say it as sent.
Actually, I got her some perfume for Christmas, I think that I just said, “Here you go Red, Merry Christmas.”
Hands up, I’ve been been way off track with Scirocco, and thinking I’d get some back up, I wrote it down, and asked my wife how she’d say it, doh! she mulled it over, then said, Sirrocco, which was closer to Shirocco, than my Skirocco!
I then told her that it was actually Shirocco, she said, “Shirocco? Are you SURE?”
Can’t win, no wonder I get things wrong!
talksthetorque said:
nonsequitur said:
Not quite sure about the sparking up, but the rest can be attributed to ' That's Life '. Some days you are the pigeon, some days you are the statue.
I think to be fair all this happened before I had breakfast, and that may explain why it annoyed me beyond reason.
Guaranteed to prevent anything beyond reason.davhill said:
It's an interesting one.
I'm from Derbyshire (New Mills) and it was always the short 'a' that was used there.
If Derbyshire rhyming slang existed, one would retire to the bathroom
for a nice wheat and chaff.
Hoiwever, take the word vase. In Yank, it's 'vays', in English, it's 'varrrs'.
But in Derbyshire, it was always 'vorrs'. That's what I was taught and it may still be this.
My ex was born on the South side of Manchester and her mum tried to bring up
her and her sibings to be 'U' and opposed to non-U.
Her exship would always have a go at me when I used the word, 'tongue'. I pronounce it
'tong'. to rhyme with Big Ben's 'bong. But she said, 'tung', to rhyme with 'dung'.
The solution was to aks a simple question: "Did you have a nice lie down on the chaise lung?"
Your solution annoys me beyond reason. "Chaise longue" is a French expression; tongue is an English word. I'm with your ex on this one. I'm from Derbyshire (New Mills) and it was always the short 'a' that was used there.
If Derbyshire rhyming slang existed, one would retire to the bathroom
for a nice wheat and chaff.
Hoiwever, take the word vase. In Yank, it's 'vays', in English, it's 'varrrs'.
But in Derbyshire, it was always 'vorrs'. That's what I was taught and it may still be this.
My ex was born on the South side of Manchester and her mum tried to bring up
her and her sibings to be 'U' and opposed to non-U.
Her exship would always have a go at me when I used the word, 'tongue'. I pronounce it
'tong'. to rhyme with Big Ben's 'bong. But she said, 'tung', to rhyme with 'dung'.
The solution was to aks a simple question: "Did you have a nice lie down on the chaise lung?"
Buskers. Just been for a weekend in London to see a show - every corner you turn there’s some skinny t
t shrilling his was through a ropey Tom Odell or Ed Sheehan cover on a tinny guitar. Your suffering of this aural raping is compounded by the idiot audience blocking the thoroughfare encouraging these screechers meaning you struggle to get past and back to the sanctuary of traffic noise.
The sooner these ‘street entertainers’ are locked up for crimes against entertainment and our teeth return from the edge they’re hanging from the better. bds.
t shrilling his was through a ropey Tom Odell or Ed Sheehan cover on a tinny guitar. Your suffering of this aural raping is compounded by the idiot audience blocking the thoroughfare encouraging these screechers meaning you struggle to get past and back to the sanctuary of traffic noise.The sooner these ‘street entertainers’ are locked up for crimes against entertainment and our teeth return from the edge they’re hanging from the better. b
ds.Edited by Antony Moxey on Monday 21st January 09:48
People who drive their cars with fog lights on when it isn't actually foggy.
People who drive their cars with full beam headlights on at lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with full beam headlights and fog lights on at lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with only sidelights on after lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with no lights switched on after dark.
I reckon that covers just about everything.
People who drive their cars with full beam headlights on at lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with full beam headlights and fog lights on at lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with only sidelights on after lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with no lights switched on after dark.
I reckon that covers just about everything.
Antony Moxey said:
Buskers. Just been for a weekend in London to see a show - every corner you turn there’s some skinny tt shrilling his was through a rope Tom Odell or Ed Sheehan cover on a tinny guitar. Your suffering of this aural raping is compounded by the idiot audience blocking the thoroughfare encouraging these screechers meaning you struggle to get past and back to the sanctuary of traffic noise.
The sooner these ‘street entertainers’ are locked up for crimes against entertainment and our teeth return from the edge they’re hanging from the better. bds.
I find it easier to avoid London unless absolutely necessary. t shrilling his was through a rope Tom Odell or Ed Sheehan cover on a tinny guitar. Your suffering of this aural raping is compounded by the idiot audience blocking the thoroughfare encouraging these screechers meaning you struggle to get past and back to the sanctuary of traffic noise.The sooner these ‘street entertainers’ are locked up for crimes against entertainment and our teeth return from the edge they’re hanging from the better. b
ds.FourWheelDrift said:
Websites that are still only optimised for Internet Explorer only.
Where can I find your time portal back to 2005? I haven't seen a website that was only optimised for IE in nearly a decade. My current frustration are sites that insist on forcing you to a mobile site which lacks the functionality of the full site and is slower (because everything has to be so Web 2 point f
king 0 and have fancy animations), despite mobile browsers being more than capable of handling the full site for at least 8 years now (at least on Android)... Especially when I specifically requested the non-mobile site. Antony Moxey said:
Buskers. Just been for a weekend in London to see a show - every corner you turn there’s some skinny tt shrilling his was through a ropey Tom Odell or Ed Sheehan cover on a tinny guitar. Your suffering of this aural raping is compounded by the idiot audience blocking the thoroughfare encouraging these screechers meaning you struggle to get past and back to the sanctuary of traffic noise.
The sooner these ‘street entertainers’ are locked up for crimes against entertainment and our teeth return from the edge they’re hanging from the better. bds.
I spend quite a bit of time in York where buskers are plentiful indeed. While they're generally OK, and some are superb, I have developed a hatred of the ones that use backing music blasting out through an amplifier. They usually seem to do this in an attempt to cover the fact that their musical/vocal skills are somewhat lacking. I feel really sorry for the poor sods who work in the shops outside which they decide to pitch up - even though the council have told buskers that they need to spend no longer than two hours in any one spot that's usually enough for them to go through their entire act four or five times over. t shrilling his was through a ropey Tom Odell or Ed Sheehan cover on a tinny guitar. Your suffering of this aural raping is compounded by the idiot audience blocking the thoroughfare encouraging these screechers meaning you struggle to get past and back to the sanctuary of traffic noise.The sooner these ‘street entertainers’ are locked up for crimes against entertainment and our teeth return from the edge they’re hanging from the better. b
ds.Edited by Antony Moxey on Monday 21st January 09:48
captain_cynic said:
Where can I find your time portal back to 2005? I haven't seen a website that was only optimised for IE in nearly a decade.
My current frustration are sites that insist on forcing you to a mobile site which lacks the functionality of the full site and is slower (because everything has to be so Web 2 point fking 0 and have fancy animations), despite mobile browsers being more than capable of handling the full site for at least 8 years now (at least on Android)... Especially when I specifically requested the non-mobile site.
I made the assumption all except IE (based on past website updates), but it's also IE as I have had time to check. Poorly thought out last minute throw at the webpage cookie agreement banners at the top that if you don't agree with it messes up the scrolling by moving the page title banner down and covering the content as you go down the page.My current frustration are sites that insist on forcing you to a mobile site which lacks the functionality of the full site and is slower (because everything has to be so Web 2 point f
king 0 and have fancy animations), despite mobile browsers being more than capable of handling the full site for at least 8 years now (at least on Android)... Especially when I specifically requested the non-mobile site. So I will change my annoyance to cookie agreement banners, popups, requests that have been coughed up onto everything.
British Airways and their refund policy.
They cocked up at their end, in a manner of speaking, by putting me on an aircraft which was then unable to take off, thus causing a delay.
When I went to claim a refund, they only refunded me £11 of my £40 ticket with the remaining £29 taken as a "reasonable service and administration charge" for the purpose of refunding me.
Three weeks later, they've just sent me the other £29 after a few emails and finally me having to write them an actual letter which went in the post to a different department.
That I am still around £115 down because of the cost of parking and my return flight is probably by-the-by now and I have to just suck that up, but I don't see how charging people money when they have made an error is in any way fair or proper!
They cocked up at their end, in a manner of speaking, by putting me on an aircraft which was then unable to take off, thus causing a delay.
When I went to claim a refund, they only refunded me £11 of my £40 ticket with the remaining £29 taken as a "reasonable service and administration charge" for the purpose of refunding me.
Three weeks later, they've just sent me the other £29 after a few emails and finally me having to write them an actual letter which went in the post to a different department.
That I am still around £115 down because of the cost of parking and my return flight is probably by-the-by now and I have to just suck that up, but I don't see how charging people money when they have made an error is in any way fair or proper!
Langweilig said:
People who drive their cars with fog lights on when it isn't actually foggy.
People who drive their cars with full beam headlights on at lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with full beam headlights and fog lights on at lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with only sidelights on after lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with no lights switched on after dark.
I reckon that covers just about everything.
After recently changing my office to another loaction and driving through country lanes I can safely add;People who drive their cars with full beam headlights on at lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with full beam headlights and fog lights on at lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with only sidelights on after lighting-up time.
People who drive their cars with no lights switched on after dark.
I reckon that covers just about everything.
People who cannot sense the width of their vehicle, leaving 3-4ft on their left whilst straggling over the white lines with their offside tyres, leaving you clenching your butt and digging your fingernails in the steering wheel, fully expecting to lose your wing/door mirror/total off-side paintwork, whilst listening to the hedges on your near-side scratch their signature along the length of your car.
These tend to be of the female gender whilst driving their Touraeg/Q7/RR
Chuggers guarding the doors at Co-Op.
"Excuse me, can I just talk to you about.." NO
"Hi there, how's your..." NO
"Morning, I'd just like to take a second of your..." NO
By permitting these people to set up what is basically a picket by the entrance of their shop, Co-Op are making me the fking bad guy for having to ignore them. What they don't seem to gather is that, whilst they're only there once in a blue moon, I'm there most lunchtimes, and I therefore get hounded by the full spectrum of them.
Like most people, I give generously (but not quite as generously as I could or should) to charities I have chosen. I don't give the time of day to charity street hawkers. The only people these aggressive chuggers are going to ensnare will be old folk, without two pennies to rub together but who are nevertheless too polite to ignore the sales pitch.
I only went in for a prawn sarnie and some crisps.
"Excuse me, can I just talk to you about.." NO
"Hi there, how's your..." NO
"Morning, I'd just like to take a second of your..." NO
By permitting these people to set up what is basically a picket by the entrance of their shop, Co-Op are making me the f
king bad guy for having to ignore them. What they don't seem to gather is that, whilst they're only there once in a blue moon, I'm there most lunchtimes, and I therefore get hounded by the full spectrum of them.Like most people, I give generously (but not quite as generously as I could or should) to charities I have chosen. I don't give the time of day to charity street hawkers. The only people these aggressive chuggers are going to ensnare will be old folk, without two pennies to rub together but who are nevertheless too polite to ignore the sales pitch.
I only went in for a prawn sarnie and some crisps.
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