Props to the green house behind for colour matching their conservatory.
Props to the green house behind for colour matching their conservatory.
My macbook's screen is inexplicably goosed. Fine last night, fucked when I opened it this morning. 800 quid repair apparently. Bought it refurbished for £1600 377 days ago. 365 day warranty btw.
Did you get it from the same place you got that car from?
Car is going fine.
Would contents insurance cover it?
It's less that it fucks me off and more that I just don't really understand why but one of my neighbours must wash his car about twice a week.
You lads are mad into it, it's one thing always struck me about up there.
My opposite neighbour washes his daily.
In rainy countries you just don't need to waste the water doing it. Once a year for me I reckon.
In Mexico the son of the man who 'guarded' the building we lived in would wash our cars everyday. The inside was done at least once a week. It was nice to have pristine cars. I don't think that the inside of my current car has ever been washed.
Sundays. The world not opening up until 10/11 is unacceptable. I might start going to church with Baz.
My view on this is that if you want things open fully on Sunday - and who amongst us etc - you must in the process forfeit your right to complain about any aspect of capitalism. Choices.
In Poland almost everything is closed completely on Sundays.
It's fucking barbaric.
There was a loophole in the system that allowed big shops to stay open (by offering post office services) but they closed it. Only family run shops can open and they have to be run by someone in the family, no external workforce allowed.
I think it's only restaurants, cinemas, petrol stations and pharmacies are the only other things allowed to be open.
Last time I went there was also a special event on Saturday meaning supermarkets were closed then too so they were heaving on the Friday because you'd be fucked if you haven't stocked up.
Maybe ASDA could introduce dynamic pricing for times outside of the current opening hours on Sunday.
You should be thankful they allow petrol stations to be open. Until about 2000 no petrol on Sunday in Guernsey in case you drank it, care of the Methodists. No video tapes either in case you cracked them open and licked them.
I was fondly remembering Sundays as a child when everything was closed the other day, but probably more of a ballache as an adult and the novelty's worn off.
Anyone who complains about cApItAliSm is an utter moron.
I didn't mind working on Sundays when I was a waiter. Tips were crazy good for lunch and by 8pm everything was dead so you could go home earlier than Friday or Saturday. Things being closed on Sunday is a sign of failing societies.
A sixty-something year old man threatened me with "I'll break those fucking glasses off your face" after the film finished at the cinema last night because I politely asked his adult daughter to put her phone away during the film.
Nice for you to meet up with Giggles at least.
If I had spawn they'd know better than to have a phone out at the pictures.
If you didn't coat him off with 'alright grandad' there's no hope.
I've just stood on my phone - given to me in 2019 by my friend who got it in 2017 - and wrecked the screen. The only apps that worked on it were Messenger and WhatsApp, it couldn't open most websites, and it barely got a signal outside a built-up area. To make things worse, the sim card is too small for my Nokia 301 that I kept for some reason. I'm going to have to buy a new one fucking hell.
Kind of decent timing considering the new iPhone just came out, so the older ones should have deals on?
I'm a twit
You can get a thing to make your SIM compatible with your Nokia
I think I'm going to do that so I can phone and have an alarm until I shop around for the right phone.
Use it with a wrecked screen. That is what I do with mine.
Hero wars hero wars
Yeah, I can't tolerate that ad campaign.
Customer service in this country is the pits. I'm simultaneously dealing with my network provider, bank, and betting company. I've never been so stressed.
Ordered a card months ago from Moonpig, planning ahead for a birthday. Opened it the other week to realise I must have selected the 'send it direct to recipient' option despite sending it to myself to write, meaning it didn't come with an envelope. Tried their support chat but they said it's my fault and they couldn't send me an envelope, which was fair enough.
Had a genius idea to go to Card Factory and buy one of their cheapest cards, discard it and use the envelope for my Moonpig card. I didn't want to take a card into a card shop though so had another genius idea to draw around my card on a piece of paper, cut it out, fold it up into my pocket and take that into the shop to measure against prospective cards. In a moment of madness I somehow convinced myself I was buying a card to fit into an envelope I'd already purchased and ended up searching for a card smaller than my piece of paper. Colour me surprised when I got home and realised my card is too big for the envelope I just walked 6 miles for and spent 15p on.
I'll repeat the trip next Tuesday and remember to buy a card bigger than my piece of paper.
Also does anyone else think it's weird that Card Factory (I can't speak for other card shops but I suspect the same) don't sell cards to give to twins on their birthday?
I'm a twit
If you delete that really quickly, only I'll know you're this retarded. There's time lad. Act now.
I don't mind. It's fairly well documented by now.
I'm a twit
Don’t worry, my birthday is ages away Baz.
It’s for his bit in the office.
She has a twin?!
I'm a twit
You can but dream.
Speaking from personal experience, twins are never worth the bother.
They’re 4.
I'm a twit
The Mrs went out with some mates after work and has just come through the door giving it the big "look what was half price in Tesco"
A slow cooker. A FUCKING slow cooker.
We've had 10 months since the last one mercifully broke, but the days of overcooked meat in watery flavourless sauces are back.
Devastated.
"I got some beef so we can have a casserole on Sunday"
Poor cow died for nothing.
Sounds more like a skill issue. Can you not reduce the sauce down and/or add seasoning? And use an appropriate cut of meat?
When I read went out with some mates after work I didn't have Tesco at the forefront of my mind.