It was a hangover from my mother's own parents who were always massive post-war austerity people and my mum assumed it should always be like that. I think the worst example was we were only allowed to have chocolate-related breakfast cereal (usually Coco Pops, I guess) once a week on Saturdays, the rest of the time it had to be plain.
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Tbf the cereal thing just sounds sensible from a health perspective.
There you go you see, Boydy knows a good solid protestant upbringing.
Nah, it's more learning from your own parents' mistakes. I was never a big cereal fan but I was definitely allowed far too much sugar as a child.
We’ve told our oldest that the elves only visit naughty children, as they think they can get the kids blamed because they’re already naughty. Told her that we can’t tell children with an elf about this, because it’s very rude to tell someone they’re naughty. Thanked her for being so good and all sorted.Originally Posted by Lofty
Finally happened. Walking the dog, three lads approach me. Prob 16-18. Asked for a light for their joint. No worries lads I remember those days. Handed the lighter back with a lovely "have a good evening old fella"
Am decrepit lads.
Very pleasant lads. Nice to see.
Just picked up my first doner in 4 months and I had accidentally hit Salad on the options
I forgot about your salad psychosis
Into the bin.
The Jorja [what sort of fucking spelling is that?] Smith version of Stay Another Day needs to get in the bin.
Attended my first kid's birthday party. It was ok, but I put my suede jacket in my youngest's stroller while I was there and then when I got it at the end I found a massive tear on it. Seething.
Once I'm out of the train station, my office is accessed via a short 5 minute walk through a Westfield Shopping Centre. This is one of London/the world's finest examples of hyper-consumerism. Set in an area of great deprivation which was revived by locating the Olympic Village there and selling off all the land and buildings, mainly to Arab entities. The pockets of poverty remain though and as a result, the centre itself is in the heartlands of ethnic communities and youth crime is rampant.
There rests the context. The scene that played out recently was in relation to the security measures they have had to take as a result of the aforementioned. Namely:
So they've got airport security set up on a bridge leading up to the shopping centre and they (being a group of private security guards backed up usually by a police presence (7 at last count!)) randomly select people to go through it. As you can tell from that picture, it's about as random as having anus pain after being arsefucked by Ron Jeremy.
I don't actually take the bridge route normally but had to recently and, coming from a football trip away, I was in sports gear and looked like a prime Anjem Choudary so straight into the queue for the metal detector I went.
These are sensitive times in Don-towers with 2 months of daily media consumed about the discrimination and predjudice faced by my Muslim brothers in Palestine and I'd just finished reading Between the World and Me so I kicked up a bit of drama which also involved being given this treatment when I recorded a video of the shambles it all was:
https://phnat.org/2017/07/12/westfie...rity_concerns/
I feel like this could be my Montgomery Bus Boycott so stay tuned as I wage my campaign against these cunts and take them down.
Wear your 3-piece suit next time.
My colleague ran the security room at the 2012 Olympics, and as part of putting together a local risk register for it he went to meet some ex/out-going local copper. The bloke suggested that they meet outside that shopping centre, and proceeded to wax about all the trouble that the local blacks cause, pointing to a crowd of them approaching the centre and telling him to set his watch. Shortly afterwards this happened, and my man ended up giving the victim a heart massage whilst his cronies stood around calling him a pussy. He didn't even have to go to court because they had it all on five million security cameras.
Couldn't remember how to spell harridon, so googled it on my work computer, but got it so badly wrong it looks more like I was trying to search for "hard on", now our IT department are going to think I'm dyslexic and like looking at willies at work
Do you mean "harridan"?Couldn't remember how to spell harridon, so googled it on my work computer, but got it so badly wrong it looks more like I was trying to search for "hard on", now our IT department are going to think I'm dyslexic and like looking at willies at work
Fuck
Sold a guitar on ebay, at the last second someone snipes in and wins. No payment straight away so I think here we go, lo and behold they've now messaged me about how they can't pay right away due to it being Christmas and asked a load of questions about it they should have asked prior to bidding
You don't have much luck with eBay do you.
What's the process when this happens? I've always wondered. Do you get to offer it to the 2nd highest bidder now or do you have to give the idiot a certain time?
Afaik you have to either wait it out or cancel their bid and relist. Can’t opt for the second highest bidder.
I'm a twit
They've now changed their tune and said they can pay immediately if I can guarantee returns which makes me even more suspicious, sounds like they just want the option of looking at it and sending it back.
How’s their feedback?
I'm a twit
100% to be fair although suspiciously some of it is word for word the same from different accounts.
What is concerning me is their original questions were stuff like 'do you have proof of purchase? Do you know when and where it was bought?' Which should have been asked prior to bidding as far as I'm concerned it's a 1990 model guitar of course that was never a given (the answer to both is no).
Can you just relist it and block them some way?
Might have to, they reckon they are going to pay now so who knows.
They're going to return it for a refund and you're never going to receive it back.
If he sends it to them now after all that then he probably deserves it.
I would 100% not deal with that person.
Maybe try Reverb. Don't know if they are any better.
Just shove it on Marketplace.
He's already dealing with a Karen.
I've only used it a few times but I've never had an issue with Marketplace. It helps that you can look at their profile and figure them out in seconds.
What is the guitar, out of interest?
It's a stringed instrument, usually wooden.
1990 Fender Stratocaster Made in Japan.
Nice. I recently bought an American Vintage 61 Strat. It's sexy.
One of my missions is to buy a guitar from the same year as I was born.
My old fella has a Telecaster at home, I don't know much about them but 1952 so presumably US made.
I have a Bluey and a Frozen one.
A wank would cure that.
If you really want to know then you can look up the serial number here: https://serialnumberlookup.fender.com/lookup/
If it's a 52 original and in good nick then it'll be worth shitloads. Like in the £50k regionhttps://guitarpoint.de/product/1952-...aster-blond-2/
It's well minded but he used it for the best end of 50 years and I remember him getting new frets on it at least once so it's probably not worth a big pile.
It's made me sad rather than angry, but I've just nipped to the Co-Op for some bread and the guy ahead of me in the queue was buying £56 worth of scratch cards. He explained to the woman behind the till that he's started doing takeaway deliveries for the Chinese next door. £50 for 4 hours work (plus tips) and he uses the money to "make his millions". He lost all of last weeks (£200) at the casino, so this week he's trying this.
She laughed and wished him well, but I think this might be one of the sadest things I've ever heard. He's selling it as a cooky weirdo having fun, but this is just a man at the bottom of a deep, deep hole, isn't it?
I'd be more 'fucked off' about having to stand there whilst he tells that woman his life story.
I saw a guy go all in at a blackjack table in Atlantic City a few years ago. He won but after he stated that he was shitting bricks because that was his rent money for the month.
I imagine he's either dead or living on the streets now.
It's the way those life stories get blurted out without any provocation that gets me.
I was in the WH Smith at the airport recently, trying to buy some throat sweets, and an African man ahead of me in the queue bought £115 worth of lottery tickets. Slowly, methodically, one at a time. I wanted to die on a number of levels.
You're probably on TikTok somewhere being mocked as BaldWhiteHeathrowBloke, because if you wanted to troll someone at an airport, that's a genius strategy.
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