Just walked upstairs as heard the wife dropping her guts in t'bog. How unattractive. Sounded like someone emptying a bucket of stones in to a shallow pond.
Just walked upstairs as heard the wife dropping her guts in t'bog. How unattractive. Sounded like someone emptying a bucket of stones in to a shallow pond.
It was coming though anyway.Originally Posted by Boydy
Make sure and shame her about it.
Running out of butter and having to use Stork baking stuff instead.
EDIT: On a sandwich, that is.
I'd sooner not bother.
What the fuck is stork?
Margarine.
What's wrong with buying proper food?
I was away at the weekend and haven't done a shop yet.
Is that not what your wife is for?
Need to get my driving licence renewed and I need the new photo for it certified by a doctor/teacher/lawyer/civil servant/whatever. Left it in to the doctors' surgery a week or two ago and called in to pick it up today.
'Oh, there'll be a wee fee for that.'
What? No one fucking told me that at the time when I left it in. A tenner. A fucking tenner for the cunt of a GP to look at a photo and sign the back of it to say it is indeed me. As if the cunt doesn't earn enough already. I didn't have cash on me and they don't take card so I haven't paid yet. Might just get another form and get someone else to sign it.
They'll just sting you next time you see the doctor then.
They can't make me pay it. The receptionist said it was at each doctor's discretion. There's no official policy on it or anything and they didn't even let me know there would be a fee before I left it in. I had even called up before I left it in to see if it was okay to get the doctor to do it.
Actually I completely forgot you don't pay the doctor anyway so that would be avoided anyway. Fuck them, plenty of other options anyway.
I actually don't know who else to get to sign it - that's why I went there in the first place.
Would the local cops do it?
They have to have known you for two years though.
On the plus side you realised you needed to provide another picture. I glossed over that and am now lumbered with a driving licence until 2026 with a photo of me aged 17.
I found out my drivers license has been suspended because I was cited for possession of a fake ID a couple months ago. I wasn't anywhere near a car at the time, i was in a fucking nightclub. The San Francisco district court is gonna be getting some harsh words tomorrow morning. Bitches.
Can you do that? I'm not that arsed about my picture.On the plus side you realised you needed to provide another picture. I glossed over that and am now lumbered with a driving licence until 2026 with a photo of me aged 17.
I can sign it - for a fee of Ł9.99.
I did it online and must've missed the (optional) part of providing a picture. So yes.
NI is so backwards the DVLA here doesn't even have an option to do it online.
That's absolutely mental. Go to a school you attended instead. I had my passport photo signed off by some guy my Dad knows because he was a teacher in the 80s. It's so lax that someone trying to charge you anything needs a drop kicking.
Some woman behind me in the Greggs queue got real pissy about me picking up a sandwich. She audibly called me a 'stupid bastard'. I pretended not to hear her. I assume she really wanted that sandwich and it was the last one. That's how queues work. Fuck off.
You have better control than I.
What the fuck?
I bought one of their steak bakes the other day and it was crap.
I only ever ate in the one beside the Hampton in Corby, but they had a thing with beans in it that looked like a sausage roll that was class.
It made me smile the other day the difference between the Birmingham mob and London mob at lunch. Londoners are out of the door in a poncey health food quinoa gaff while Brummies were out the door of Greggs. Love it.
In London, people swamp to Pret or a fucking sushi place. In Belfast, the queue is out the door at Centra or a Mexican place on the main street.
Belfast wins, every single time.
You're not supposed to have standards on a 30 minute lunch. Convenience should always win out and there is nothing more convenient than a Greggs within 3 feet of another Greggs.
I normally go to the Co-Op.
Chicken fillet roll all the way. I'd say if you were in a queue of 10 here at lunch time, 8 would be getting one of them.
Festive bakes
I usually have something poncey.
I bring in a packed lunch for work. Sandwich, crisps and a biscuit.
It really doesn't.
You need to go down the sausage, bean and cheese route.
I think that's what was in the thing I got.
Isn't the problem with that is that it's usually the temperature of molten lava?
Me too. Only because there's not much else about though. I should really just start bringing a sandwich every day and save myself about a hundred quid a month.
Its usually a Tuna Mayonnaise stottie for me unless they're out of them. At which point I take what I can get.
With Greggs I go for the more standard sausage rolls with a cheeky bacon and cheese wrap. Can't really go wrong.
Bacon and cheese? In a wrap? It all sounds wrong.
The grass is always greener somewhere else for you.
That might be the case a lot of the time but Belfast is shit for lunch options. They're only just catching on to burritos now, ffs. London has everything Belfast has and much, much more.
London is also full of cunts. Belfast is too, but of the chav and unemployed variety as opposed to the young "I've made it because I work at a big company" professional wanker.
You won't get a sausage, bacon, and egg soda in fucking London, that's for sure.
Game, set, and match, Belshaft.
I was once able to get a sausage roll bap in Belfast - literally just a sausage roll shoved between a standard burger bap. Incredible scenes.
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