I don't know where mine wound up. It might be at my parents' but god knows if it made the last couple of house moves.
I don't know where mine wound up. It might be at my parents' but god knows if it made the last couple of house moves.
This discussion made me "empty" my wallet today. A few receipts, DPD postage slip, ticket to a RLWC game went in the bin. Then I looked in my mates wallet (with permission) and it was absolutely rammed with cards and bits of paper.
Mine literally has 2 bank cards, driving license, pub reward card and a handful of TTH stickers in so its dead flat. Couldn't be doing with carrying a bumper package around, full of rubbish. Used to work with someone who kept coins in his wallet.
I'm a twit
I've had some US dollars in mine since I last went there in 2011. Hope they haven't changed the notes or anything since.
This doesn't fuck me off, but I imagine it'll fuck a lot of other people off.
My wife ordered a carbon monoxide detector and it was delivered at 6:15 this morning.Now we're up at that time anyway because I'm already off to work and she's up around 6:00 with the baby, but imagine getting woken up at that time by an exuberant delivery driver. It might be the norm in the city I don't know but out in the sticks we usually don't get a peep until the postman at about 10ish.
I've got a note for a million Turkish lira in mine from about 2003.Originally Posted by Jimmy Floyd
Sadly it's now not even worth the 20p it was then.
You're laughing if you want new hair or teeth, though.
In the city the norm is you get woken up by sirens at 3am, by a bin lorry at 7am and if you're sleeping in at the weekend, there'll be someone else's children to finish the job at 8am. You're lucky if the delivery driver comes at all.This doesn't fuck me off, but I imagine it'll fuck a lot of other people off.
My wife ordered a carbon monoxide detector and it was delivered at 6:15 this morning.
My mate used to live above World's End in Camden. Sounds kinda cool until you're woken up by the sound of glass bottles clattering into the bin every morning.
Urban supermarkets are the killers. Deliveries on those fucking metal crate things at god knows what o'clock every day. My wife worked at the fancy 'Bluebird' Sainsburys on the Kings Road for a while at it drove the well-heeled residents insane.
A Nisa has opened across the road from my colleague in a leafy part of greater Manchester and he already has a detailed spreadsheet of noise complaints on the go.
I used to be a couple of doors down from a corner shop and there was always something pulling up at 4am.
We've got a pub/hotel combo nearby so the faint sounds of bottles going into the bin is ok but in the summer when they put on weddings it's the hired entertainers that kill you. Robbie Williams tribute acts really carry through the air.
Presumably because his hits all have held notes in them: 'through it allllllllll' 'let meeeeeeeeeee entertain you' etc
Was making the most of the nice weather and walking back from the shop there and saw some absolutely feral child having a piss in his own garden.
5 or 6 I'd say, his bottoms round his ankles, facing the pavement, having a piss.
Gypo children do a lot of that sort of thing, but I haven't been to Scotland for a while.
There was a kid in primary school who always dropped his trousers for a piss. Bewildering.
Feels good, man.
I told everyone at work that the lad who weirdly uses the disabled toilet does so because he does primary school wees and strips off to have a shit, and nobody had ever heard of the primary school wee.
Car dealers refusing to communicate by email is something I'm finding really annoying.
They all have these useless live chats who don't know anything. So you ask a simple question, the answer is always "I don't know, can I take your name and number so someone can phone you back".
Tell them I'd rather an email as I often can't answer the phone at work.
"That's fine I'll take your email address".
Email comes through:
"Hi can you give me a time to call you so we can discuss the car you're interested in".
Just answer the fucking question...
I get they are doing it so they can try and sell me it once they get me on the phone but I'm more likely to just stop engaging if I can't get an answer to a straightforward query.
The people who want to communicate by email are usually more clued up and will know how to haggle/question. The muggins who answer the phone are more naive and/or put on the spot so pressuring just one of those into a sale is likely more profitable than a good handful of sales to knowledgable folk.
After all, they’re salesmen. Far more adept at the spiel than knowing intricacies of the technicals.
I know a decent used car dealer up that way if you're interested RL?
It'll be because they're not used to using computers or are never located near a computer. I have the same thing constantly in our industry. It's drawn along the same class lines as cash vs card.
Are car salesman also primarily octogenarian weirdos?
PM him the phone number.
That was going to be the joke you bastard.
Yeah, they’re salesmen. If they can get an extra percent commission selling pens and paper, they’ll be off. Dealership sales rarely know anything about cars beyond what you can read in the brochure.
But they write you an email asking you to call them/for a time they can call you. So they can clearly use email. They just want to get you on the phone.
Presumably they get lots of timewasters emailing them. If you're on the phone, maybe they assume you're actually seriously considering buying their car.
I'm a twit
It will be partly that and partly because people usually have numerous questions about a car and by the time you've sent 147 emails back and forth the new Citroën Tampon 2026 will be rolling out.
I face similar at work. People are inexplicably happy to spend days sending and receiving tedious emails, when a 5 minute phone call could have sorted it.
Just tell them when you're next off work and give them your phone number you fanny.
If they answered my one question, which is a simple yes/no answer, I'd have arranged a test drive. As it is they can fuck off.
There's a real niche market available there for car salesmen/builders/plumbers/etc who can cater to the autistic who can't deal with phonecalls. A bit like those 'Woman With a Van' bollocks built on superbly accurate and beneficial sexist stereotypes.
Ever since I found out that the WRFU [or whatever they are] considers the singing of Delilah a bit of a hate crime I've had the bastard song stuck in my head. Must be over 2 weeks now.
They were talking about that on the radio the other day and it's definitely one of those songs that I've heard a thousand times but never really listened to, because I was taken aback by the words.
It shouldn't be banned, obviously, but you can kind of see where the Fembots are coming from on this one. The real question is how it took them this long. Was ruining all the best Christmas songs more important?
If it makes you feel any better, the most recent wedding I was at featured the entire waiting staff 'unexpectedly' bursting into said song and leading the room in about 5 rounds of it, before moving on to Sweet Caroline and also starting an enforced conga line.
Great fun, they said.
I assumed it just followed the bible story but I guess you can't make 3 verses and a chorus out of that. Well, Cliff Richard would.
The worst. Add in Rolling on the River and you’ve the hattrick of shite.
I'm a twit
Bit of Rock the Boat and Maniac 2000 and you're golden.
Bet you were leading the conga line you legend.
https://www.singing-waiters.co.uk/
These were the fellas. Clicking on any of those videos makes me curl up with fear all over again.
Back in the day there used to be an Italian restaurant in Hull that had singing waiters on hand to embarrass birthday guests, and even as a child it made me cringe myself to near death. Unfortunately, this was pre and early-Tony Blair era we're talking about, where quality pizza was hard to find, so I had to endure several birthday serenades there.
'...bella ciao-CIAO-CIAO!'
*absolutely crimson in the stupid hat with a sparkler in*
Tbf, if you're not drunk enough to sing along when those lot roll out at a wedding, you're doing weddings wrong.
Think of the people who have to drive home.
'Sweeeeeeeet Ca-ro-line (No Sur-render)'
Every girl's dream wedding involves the waiters being the center of attention.
Got the kids up ready for back to school this morning, to find out they've an inset day. This is compounded by the school the Mrs works at not having an inset day today.
And of course I don't have the day booked off, so my workplace is obviously thrilled at the situation.
Your work not allow working from home?
Can't do it from home unfortunately. WFH would be a dream.
I went in later to cover off my hours.
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