Popping to the chippy and having to wait 10 minutes for them to cook my chips. I mean, I don't mind waiting for fish to be cooked fresh, but for chrissake I only wanted chips and they don't have any on the go? What's that all about?
These solo artists who bring out slow versions of classics, the latest one being the ruining of That's Entertainment by Whinnie Williams?
Thank you so much for bringing this up. Seems to be all the rage at the moment. Heard another ruining Guns N Roses 'Welcome to The Jungle' on some other TV ad recently as well.
These solo artists who bring out slow versions of classics, the latest one being the ruining of That's Entertainment by Whinnie Williams?
Thank you so much for bringing this up. Seems to be all the rage at the moment. Heard another ruining Guns N Roses 'Welcome to The Jungle' on some other TV ad recently as well.
God, those TV ads where they just play random images to a slowed down, piano version of a classic - it's getting ridiculous now.
People who stand still on the airport travelator things with their massive trollies meaning no one can walk along it.
These are the biggest type of arseholes in the world.
For the record, I'm not talking about people with mobility issues. I'm talking about fully fit adults. Knobs.
If you want to walk, don't use the travelator.
Not having that.
Let me explain...
If you stand on the travelator ... very slow
Walk but not on the travelator ... average
Walk on the travelator ... much faster.
That way everyone can get on with their shitty Charlton drawing lives to their homes in the grey suburbs of London a lot faster, without being stuck behind some 3/4 length khaki trouser wearing, receding hair lined, croc wearing, sunburnt bellend clogging up the travelator with his shitty suitcase on a trolley ... he could have bloody dragged it!
Fools that stand in front of the only working ticket barrier, shuffle through their Mary Poppins bag for the best part of 5 minutes and subsequently complain that they've lost their ticket whilst still standing there.
Fools that stand in front of the only working ticket barrier, shuffle through their Mary Poppins bag for the best part of 5 minutes and subsequently complain that they've lost their ticket whilst still standing there.
Get out the fecking way!
These people are the second biggest type of arseholes. :-)
Fools that stand in front of the only working ticket barrier, shuffle through their Mary Poppins bag for the best part of 5 minutes and subsequently complain that they've lost their ticket whilst still standing there.
Another type of arseholes are the ones that stand in front of me in the qeueu for ages, wait till the cashier scans all their stuff and tells them the price, THEN START LOOKING THROUGH THEIR BAGS FOR THEIR PURSES AND INSIST ON GETTING RID OF THEIR SMALL CHANGE! FFS!
These are the same people that wait till they got to the front of the cash point queue and then get out their cards, enter their pin like Stephen Hawking playing Jenga, then check their balance, then put in another card, finally withdraw money, wait for their receipt and then slowly place their money into their purse. Takes me about 15 seconds to withdraw money.
These are the same people that wait till they got to the front of the cash point queue and then get out their cards, enter their pin like Stephen Hawking playing Jenga, then check their balance, then put in another card, finally withdraw money, wait for their receipt and then slowly place their money into their purse. Takes me about 15 seconds to withdraw money.
I've recently moved to Peckham and the above is pretty much an accurate description of pretty much every cash machine experience I've had since moving here. Except the locals try about four different cards and show the same look of incredulity when each one is declined.
The Portuguese, who almost to a man/woman, find it impossible to use the little bar in supermarkets to separate their shopping from yours. It's almost as if it's beneath them to take the enormous effort to lift it up and place it on the conveyor belt eight inches away. Most of them then proceed to pay in the way described above by Rob.
These solo artists who bring out slow versions of classics, the latest one being the ruining of That's Entertainment by Whinnie Williams?
Thank you so much for bringing this up. Seems to be all the rage at the moment. Heard another ruining Guns N Roses 'Welcome to The Jungle' on some other TV ad recently as well.
@buckshee collared the trade description for this. I think it was 'katie meluaing' a song
Annoys the shit out of me and it's been going on for too long
These are the same people that wait till they got to the front of the cash point queue and then get out their cards, enter their pin like Stephen Hawking playing Jenga, then check their balance, then put in another card, finally withdraw money, wait for their receipt and then slowly place their money into their purse. Takes me about 15 seconds to withdraw money.
In the same vein people who go to banks and then spend the next hour relating their fucking life story to the person behind the counter whilst the queue backs up out the door! (same for the Post Office) have some consideration for others time!!!!
Not getting any sleep for four nights running: 1st night - neighbours come back from holiday and are still in holiday mood. Lots of singing and shouting. Their over excitable alsation barks all night. 2nd night - our eldest phones in the small hours. "Dad, I'm in A&E. Can you come down here please, I've got no money to get out of the hospital car park". 3rd night - feeling shit, aching all over, going hot and cold. 4th night - Mrs Stig has a case of Delhi belly, up and down to the toilet all night.
I'm usually a sound sleeper, but this week it's getting me down.
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A life with Charlton as a big part but still only a part. Hence other topics are discussed too.
Why the smegger in front of me thought cheese and onion crisps were acceptable defeats me. Spilt half of them as well
I've had plenty of healthy debate over Charlton on here but it's always been pretty fair because we all want the same thing, Charlton to do well.
I mean, I don't mind waiting for fish to be cooked fresh, but for chrissake I only wanted chips and they don't have any on the go?
What's that all about?
How anyone can think that it's acceptable to put a Cup-A-Puke in the office microwave is beyond me.
These are the biggest type of arseholes in the world.
For the record, I'm not talking about people with mobility issues. I'm talking about fully fit adults. Knobs.
#bullshit
Can't win!
Let me explain...
If you stand on the travelator ... very slow
Walk but not on the travelator ... average
Walk on the travelator ... much faster.
That way everyone can get on with their shitty Charlton drawing lives to their homes in the grey suburbs of London a lot faster, without being stuck behind some 3/4 length khaki trouser wearing, receding hair lined, croc wearing, sunburnt bellend clogging up the travelator with his shitty suitcase on a trolley ... he could have bloody dragged it!
As I said ... ARSEHOLES.
Get out the fecking way!
Annoys the shit out of me and it's been going on for too long
According to driver, the reason we have not moved an inch for ten minutes is because there is a 20mph speed restriction.
So why are we not moving at even 1mph ??
These are the same people that wait till they got to the front of the cash point queue and then get out their cards, enter their pin like Stephen Hawking playing Jenga, then check their balance, then put in another card, finally withdraw money, wait for their receipt and then slowly place their money into their purse. Takes me about 15 seconds to withdraw money.
In the same vein people who go to banks and then spend the next hour relating their fucking life story to the person behind the counter whilst the queue backs up out the door! (same for the Post Office) have some consideration for others time!!!!
1st night - neighbours come back from holiday and are still in holiday mood. Lots of singing and shouting. Their over excitable alsation barks all night.
2nd night - our eldest phones in the small hours. "Dad, I'm in A&E. Can you come down here please, I've got no money to get out of the hospital car park".
3rd night - feeling shit, aching all over, going hot and cold.
4th night - Mrs Stig has a case of Delhi belly, up and down to the toilet all night.
I'm usually a sound sleeper, but this week it's getting me down.