Cheers Spikes, kid's cryin.
Cheers Spikes, kid's cryin.
Originally Posted by Jimmy Floyd
Next door neighbour have two kids.
Both boys. Oldest is called Leo with the youngest called Luca...
Has it become common over there? Wife worked in a nursery for 10 years before having him and never had one come through, and I didnt know one so it seemed uncommon to us.
I'm a twit
Has it become common over there? Wife worked in a nursery for 10 years before having him and never had one come through, and I didnt know one so it seemed uncommon to us.
My daughters' classmates mostly have weird names, but there are two Calvins somehow.
@Spikey M that's amazing. I love how this whole saga has made him look like a right cheapskate weirdo, and a bit of shit dad, yet he's prob telling the story as though you've wronged him by giving the tickets to some cunt who asked after he did
I have the telephone number of finlay christie, the posh child who does stand up and movie parodies on YouTube
Missus used to tell me some of the names that came through her classes. Often met with disappointment.
I love Finlay as a name. So distinguished. Probably because I never have to meet any of the 8 year old shitheads who now bear it.
Only spelled that way though. Finley is an obvious gypo and Finn just comes before Harps.
We're like that here with the Irish names from people from SoCoDo that wouldn't know a word. So many little Oisín and Fiáchra cunts running around. Wouldn't like to be teaching the little bastards.
Leo and Luca are not remotely popular round here. I reckon I've come across about 1-2 of each in my entire time in paediatrics.
The two names we have for our expected boy is neither Leo or Luca.
Little baby sean.
Tarquin or some shit knowing that cunt.
Dieter or Wolfgang, I would hope, or else he'll get bullied at school.
There is a Wolfgang in my daughter's class. Wolfie, his parents call him.
It's Tarquin Bastian Archibald.
Flávio or Jose.
We have a class at work with three boys called Noah. All three are dicks.
My mate went for Noah so he's got a Noah and his second son was Abel. Not sure why he's so old testament.
Fwiw, we're probably going towards Alexander.
My son has an Indian kid in his class called Noah. I assume the parents come from the Portuguese/Christian part of India, but I don't want to get cancelled on the school gate so I can't exactly bowl over an ask.
He's probably called Noor.
Nope, Noah. I did think similar at first, but my boy got an invite to his party and it's definitely Noah.
That has reminded me of my Daughter having a friend called Anne Boleyn at her old school though. Turned out she was called Amber-Lynn.
My Auntie swears to this day she went to school with a child called Ophelia Balls.
That's a lovely tribute to Offshore.
I worked with a guy called Dick Long.
Another one of your brothers?
He was a right character, would only go on holiday an hour's drive away so he could still come in for overtime if asked.
Was in Tesco today and the 12 packs of Pepsi Max were those tall skinny cans like Coke have now. The 24 pack was still the normal cans but I assume they'll all switch over soon. Fuck's sake, why.
I'm guessing you can get more of them on a pallet.
I see 7-up gone the same way too, but I think that’s Pepsi as well.
Are they still 330ml?
I'm a twit
Yeah same as the Coke ones. Not that I’d touch Pepsi over Coke but those cans so fit in my fridge a lot better.
Pepsi Max > Coke Zero
I used to believe it was the other way around but I was wrong.
The tall cans taste better.
Aren't the tall cans 250ml?
Still the normal cans over here in the sunlit uplands of Brexit.
It really is superior.
I don't think you're supposed to eat them.
The best Chinese take away near me stops taking orders when busy and they rarely start again. The plan tonight was to order one after the girls are asleep, which is what we normally do, but they’d already stopped taking orders at 6:30!
Can you not just physically go into the place and try to order? Or do they turn people away/lock the doors?
That removes the convenience but I guess so. We’re ordering from the second choice one.
I always collect from takeaways. I order when I'm hungry and if I get a delivery from a popular place it rocks up over an hour later barely warm and leaking out of the boxes because the young delivery driver thinks he's Lewis Hamilton, or the old delivery driver rings me about six times "I can't find you mate" because he's used to the streets of Peshawar, not North Yorkshire.
My local Chinese does it's own delivery, as opposed to Just Eat like everyone else, and they charge a bomb for it. So I usually do something nice that day so as she might pick it up for us.
Oh I always ring it in even on the odd occasion I want a delivery. Fuck giving those parasite third party companies their cut.
Mist be bloody good if they get too busy on a Tuesday night. That or their staff allocation for midweek requires review.
Had a power cut for about 45 minutes.
Seemed to have affected most of the town as well as various other nearby towns/villages.
Didn't even have phone signal.
Went for a drive and I went past a Nisa and an Asda who both had power. Weirdly the Nisa kicked people out and closed the shutters with Asda refusing entry to anyone. I assume they were scared of looters.
It'll be like any UPS, keeping the lights on long enough to safely shut down, rather than carry on as normal. At that point they won't know how long the power outage will last so having a shop full of people when the batteries/generator runs out is asking for trouble.
I was in a coffee shop this morning, staffed, as all the coffee shops and similar businesses increasingly are around here, by fresh off the boat/plane Indians, most of them on student visas at Kingston Uni. The person in front of me in the queue ordered a toast with marmite. The guy gave her marmalade. She said no, I ordered marmite. He said that is marmite. It quickly became apparent that he had no idea what either marmite or marmalade are. The customer couldn't grasp this. Both of them became increasingly frustrated to the point that they were almost shouting at each other. He went off to make the toast, took out a new loaf of bread out and plucked the end-slice from the top of the loaf. The customer shrieked that 'no one eats the end piece! Come on!' The clueless staff member was looking almost tearful by this point. How should he know what marmite is or that people don't eat the end piece from a loaf of bread? The other staff member intervened and breezily informed the customer that they don't have marmite anyway. She asked for her money back for the marmite. The staff said why don't you just have marmalade, then you won't need your money back? Words were exchanged and a refund eventually applied.
I had absolutely no sympathy for anyone involved, making me the ultimate villain of the piece.
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