Even going to Sainsbury's for breakfast sounds shit. Surely there are better options around?
Even going to Sainsbury's for breakfast sounds shit. Surely there are better options around?
What did you have?
A Big Breakfast and a Latte.
We ended up hunting around for tweasers for the sister so she could probably pluck her vile excess snatch hair. Thankfully we didn't find them.
Also my kid pointed out her spider veins on her face, probably indicating low-level alcoholism.
I use the online stuff anyway, but if I did physically go and do a weekly shop in a supermarket I'd want to get the shopping done, home and packed away ASAP, not sit around tossing it off at the Wild Bean Cafe (or whatever the fuck it's called) while my refrigerated and frozen goods defrost into one massive clusterfuck of slushy cardboard.
Why are you implying this was a willful choice?
And actually, on a more serious note, did you meet these people through having kids?
The thought of having kids and them making friends with the children of idiots terrifies me. I can't think of much worse than having to sit around at a kids party stone cold sober, being forced to make small talk with morons.
What, my step-dad and his sister?
Ah, well obviously not in this case.
Fucking hell read the original post you utter mook.
I'm largely convinced that 90% of people you meet after about 30 are wankers by default. Anyway, in my experience there's a perverse pleasure in watching someone slowly regret their decision to let multiple toddlers into their house at the same time so it's not without it's upside.
Is that to me?
In this scenario you either:
a) Didn't know they were planning on doing grocery shopping as well and you just happily went along to a shitty Sainsbury's cafe for breakfast
or
b) Only went to Sainsbury's for breakfast because you were going grocery shopping too.
Either way, you can't really complain.
i might go to sainsburys later
A).
I'm afraid to go to organic cafes now in case I'm targeted by Randrew.
Pertinent.
Sometimes you have to sacrifice things for the greater good. Not that I'd expect a selfish libtard to understand that, of course.
You had vouchers, didn't you?
No, no I did not. You cheeky bastard.
Supermarket cafes aren't all that bad. Before they shut it, the Rugby Tesco's cafe did a far better breakfast than most of the greasy spoons in town.
I used to work in a Tesco one. It was crap. We didn't even do fried eggs at first, only scrambled and they came in a fucking carton.
Sausages and bacon were also cooked in those microwave oven combination things (more high powered ones than your average home one).
TESCO are phasing their own ones out in Scotland they are being replaced by Dobbies cafes (which TESCO own anyway) and they've massively upped their prices for slightly less mediocre food (not greasy).
I would never choose to go to any sort of supermarket or chain for my food, only independent cafes.
Because I am paying for a family to go to Legoland Windsor, I am paying for dancing lessons, I am paying for cinema trips rather than lining the pockets of a rich, Jewish tax avoiding CEO.
Perhaps my judgement was shaped more by the quality of the alternatives. I was also about 11 the last time I ate there.
The one I worked in was actually run by an outside company (Compass Group). What is great in Tesco though, is the staff canteen. They sell the stuff in there at like cost price. It's so cheap.
That's who Ken Bates sold our catering rights to for 5 years in 2013. IIRC Cellino has since bought that out? (No doubt with a loan from himself to the club with a massive interest rate)
I used to go and get a breakfast in the Tesco cafe some days before university. Do they sell that carton scrambled egg? It was great with half a ton of salt.
Cheers for the support mate. To be honest, I'm pretty snobby about my breakfast foods. Speaking of which, my mother is going to make a big fry up for dinner later, but we don't have any black pudding, and I don't think there's anywhere that sells any in Rugby, except for that 'Bury Black Pudding' shit you get everywhere. Gutting.
Stornoway black pudding.
Having a fry-up for tea is perverse.
Haven't made a good fry in ages. The ones that you get in pubs and cafes here are pretty lame affairs, I prefer an Ulster type one for the breads even though the lack of pudding is disappointing.
The only thing worse than a shit cooked breakfast is a shit 'posh and pretentious' cooked breakfast.
The only thing that fucks me off about some wanky places is their pathetic portion sizes. If I haven't still got indigestion 10 hours later I feel short-changed.
Don't people with kids just talk about kids? You could easily sit on the sidelines and wish you were dead.
It depends how young they are, generally the younger the child the more likely the parents are to bore you with descriptions of every shit they've done and how terribly clever they must be.
They're very similar to dreams actually, there's nothing more tedious than someone elses.
I dunno, some dreams can be pretty funny.
My mate is quite bad when it comes to saying how smart his kid is. He can swipe on an iPad and he knows certain apps are for him, but as much as I love the kid, nothing he does can be described as smart. Aren't you supposed to be able to talk a bit when you're nearly 2? Its like my mum thinks the dog is smart, but he still barks at the ironing board when it isn't being used despite it never doing anything to him. People are ashamed to admit their own might not be the best in the world.
Shit comedians as talking heads. So fucking irritating.
"I'm going to comment on this thing solely as a punchline to a joke in the hopes that Channel 4 are watching."
Yeah, I've heard quite a few people big up that their child can use an iPad. He actually sent me a video of the kid tonight laughing loads whilst being read a book, and it was alright, but very similar to other ones. My reaction clearly wasn't good enough because a minute or so after my reply I got back "you well hate me sending videos of [kid] aye". He's being a fucking bitch at the moment.
That leads me onto another thing that fucks me off: using 'stress' as an excuse for being a twat. Having children, a new job, organising a wedding - these are all things that you chose to do, so don't use them as an excuse to act like a wanker. Just because you share your problems like a little girl doesn't mean that other people don't have any, but they at least have the decent to keep it to themselves.
Smoke alarms powered by the mains which decide to beep intermittently for no fucking reason.
Having eyes bigger than my stomach whenever I go out to eat. Went for a fucking thali, 2 pints of kingfisher and a couple of pints in the pub afterwards and now I feel like I've eaten 64 slices of american cheese.