Ah - the old boy remembered... Though I may have posted this before - another symptom.
Restaurants with open kitchens.
Shut the fucking door, I don't want to smell like cooked steak for the rest of the night thanks...
This reminds me of when I was in Split a few years ago. Was in a restaurant and to get to the toilet you had to walk past the kitchen...the door was open so I glanced in - it was absolutely filthy. The chef was cooking away in a dirty old string vest with fag Hanging out of his gob. A bit of ash fell off in to whatever he was cooking. Suddenly I wasn’t particularly hungry. When I was back at the table and the waiter came to take the order, I just asked for another beer. I didn’t mention what I’d seen in the kitchen to my mates (I’m good like that) and let them order away. Upon finishing dinner, they agreed it was the best meal they had so far whilst we were there.
Ministers urged to halt right-to-buy scheme More than 40% of former council homes now rented out by private landlords
- Tens of millions of pounds are being paid by local authorities to rent former council homes in order to house growing numbers of homeless families; - Some councils have bought back their former homes at more than six times the amount they sold them for; - Hundreds of private landlords now own five or more right-to-buy properties. There are several London boroughs where more than half the houses sold through the policy are now in the hands of private landlords. Private renters have to pay more than people living in council-owned properties.
The toxic legacy of Thatcher. So much that is wrong, now, is due to the policies she implemented.
Sky + being so utterly shit that I've just sat down to watch the Pac V Broner fight only to find that as the other fights overran the recording cuts out just as Jimmy Lennon Jnr announces the two fighters.
The fooking twat driving a black Fiat 500 this morning, who thought it was a good idea to drive up the road on the wrong side across a zebra crossing. I stopped and look right and was making sure that Magnus had sat, when I heard a car coming, it came on the wrong side of the island and was speeding. Had I stepped into the road, I wouldn't be typing this now. There was another car and that had stopped on the other side of the crossing and this twat wasn't prepared to wait. Didn't get a reg No. as it happened so fast and now realizing how lucky I was.
The alarming amount of twats down my road, including one of my immediate neighbours it seems, who've flytipped their Christmas trees on the grass verges. The council run collection service stopped about 10 days or so ago. Do these *people* seriously think their tree is going to compost down to nothing in a week or two??? It'll be there for years if it's not cleared up...at taxpayers expense.
Sky + being so utterly shit that I've just sat down to watch the Pac V Broner fight only to find that as the other fights overran the recording cuts out just as Jimmy Lennon Jnr announces the two fighters.
Virgin give you an option to extend the recording for up to 3 hours, which is particularly handy for live events.
Sky + being so utterly shit that I've just sat down to watch the Pac V Broner fight only to find that as the other fights overran the recording cuts out just as Jimmy Lennon Jnr announces the two fighters.
Virgin give you an option to extend the recording for up to 3 hours, which is particularly handy for live events.
I usually do a manual record on the boxing and add an hour or so. Totally forgot this time.
The common term ‘guys’ used to address men and women nowadays. Yes I’m a ‘guy’, but I’m pretty sure my 71 year old mum isn’t a ‘guy’ otherwise I wouldn’t be here. Women aren’t guys. To me is a gender specific term for a male. Fucks me right off.
The new trend of singing the words to a chant purposely out of time so that everyone can hear one spotty teenager squeak his way through it in between verses
Sky + being so utterly shit that I've just sat down to watch the Pac V Broner fight only to find that as the other fights overran the recording cuts out just as Jimmy Lennon Jnr announces the two fighters.
Virgin give you an option to extend the recording for up to 3 hours, which is particularly handy for live events.
The common term ‘guys’ used to address men and women nowadays. Yes I’m a ‘guy’, but I’m pretty sure my 71 year old mum isn’t a ‘guy’ otherwise I wouldn’t be here. Women aren’t guys. To me is a gender specific term for a male. Fucks me right off.
Are you saying that Guy Fawkes was a man and not gender fluid ?
The common term ‘guys’ used to address men and women nowadays. Yes I’m a ‘guy’, but I’m pretty sure my 71 year old mum isn’t a ‘guy’ otherwise I wouldn’t be here. Women aren’t guys. To me is a gender specific term for a male. Fucks me right off.
Are you saying that Guy Fawkes was a man and not gender fluid ?
I believe had he been alive today he’d have indeed been gender fluid
People who recommend a restaurant because it has 'big portions', so they don't eat out for good food, they just want to stuff their faces
My father in law does this and it drives me fucking mad. Anytime there was a get together of any sorts it would be at this shithole near notcutts in Maidstone. For that simple reason 'portions are massive'
After a couple of years of keeping my mouth shut I snapped and flat out refused to eat the deep fried and microwaved shite they served. "But it's 2 meals for a tenner"
Couldn't give a shit if it was 10 for a tenner, the place serves shite. He brings it up every time we've eaten somewhere decent that he's had to put his hand in his pocket for. There are shitloads of good places to eat in Kent and he will sniff out a weatherspoons, a harvester or any other chain food shit merchant within 30 miles. something he always brings up is how he never gets a decent pint in any of these gaffs yet cannot grasp that if a place exists to sell food to gluttonous pikeys it is hardly going to give a shit about what beer it serves.
Thankfully the rest of the mob agree with me and accept that if we are all eating out it is best to eat somewhere decent and pay a couple of quid more and not spend the rest of the day feeling resentful having had a shit meal for the sake of saving a tenner a head.
I'm going to go in two footed on him now, if he then thinks the food we've eaten in one of these places is bad he won't say anything to them. He'll eat his shoe leather steak wondering why a steak he paid 6 quid for cooked by a bored Nigerian bloke on minimum wage tasted like a cheap steak cooked by someone who doesn't give 2 shits whether you pay or not. He will then spend the journey back moaning about it. Whether I'm eating in a harvester or the ivy and paying for someone to cook me something I'll say whether it is nice or not and do so in a respectful and polite way, the looks I get are hilarious. "Oooh you can't say that" "Oh I'm so embarrassed now".
That's why, as a nation we get fed, and pay for shit food and service. We sponsor it by keeping our mouths shut, eating their shit and then vomiting it out when we get back indoors and say nothing.
My missus deciding all the important things that need discussing have to be done while we are 3 rooms apart from each other. I’ll be in the bathroom brushing my teeth, she’ll be rabbiting on from the bedroom. Can’t hear a fucking word she’s saying. Then when the subject gets brought up again, and I haven’t a clue what she’s on about, I get a big “oh you never listen”.
If you wanna speak to me, get off ya arse and come into the room I’m in.
My missus deciding all the important things that need discussing have to be done while we are 3 rooms apart from each other. I’ll be in the bathroom brushing my teeth, she’ll be rabbiting on from the bedroom. Can’t hear a fucking word she’s saying. Then when the subject gets brought up again, and I haven’t a clue what she’s on about, I get a big “oh you never listen”.
If you wanna speak to me, get off ya arse and come into the room I’m in.
I bet you’d hear if she was asking if you fancied a bj.
My missus deciding all the important things that need discussing have to be done while we are 3 rooms apart from each other. I’ll be in the bathroom brushing my teeth, she’ll be rabbiting on from the bedroom. Can’t hear a fucking word she’s saying. Then when the subject gets brought up again, and I haven’t a clue what she’s on about, I get a big “oh you never listen”.
If you wanna speak to me, get off ya arse and come into the room I’m in.
I bet you’d hear if she was asking if you fancied a bj.
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Restaurants with open kitchens.
Shut the fucking door, I don't want to smell like cooked steak for the rest of the night thanks...
More than 40% of former council homes now rented out by private landlords
- Tens of millions of pounds are being paid by local authorities to rent former council homes in order to house growing numbers of homeless families;
- Some councils have bought back their former homes at more than six times the amount they sold them for;
- Hundreds of private landlords now own five or more right-to-buy properties. There are several London boroughs where more than half the houses sold through the policy are now in the hands of private landlords. Private renters have to pay more than people living in council-owned properties.
The toxic legacy of Thatcher. So much that is wrong, now, is due to the policies she implemented.
I qualify and none of Redknapp, Flintoff or Elba have been anywhere near my house to make me a cup of tea.
Bastards.
They need inserting where the sun don't shine.
After a couple of years of keeping my mouth shut I snapped and flat out refused to eat the deep fried and microwaved shite they served. "But it's 2 meals for a tenner"
Couldn't give a shit if it was 10 for a tenner, the place serves shite. He brings it up every time we've eaten somewhere decent that he's had to put his hand in his pocket for. There are shitloads of good places to eat in Kent and he will sniff out a weatherspoons, a harvester or any other chain food shit merchant within 30 miles. something he always brings up is how he never gets a decent pint in any of these gaffs yet cannot grasp that if a place exists to sell food to gluttonous pikeys it is hardly going to give a shit about what beer it serves.
Thankfully the rest of the mob agree with me and accept that if we are all eating out it is best to eat somewhere decent and pay a couple of quid more and not spend the rest of the day feeling resentful having had a shit meal for the sake of saving a tenner a head.
I'm going to go in two footed on him now, if he then thinks the food we've eaten in one of these places is bad he won't say anything to them. He'll eat his shoe leather steak wondering why a steak he paid 6 quid for cooked by a bored Nigerian bloke on minimum wage tasted like a cheap steak cooked by someone who doesn't give 2 shits whether you pay or not. He will then spend the journey back moaning about it. Whether I'm eating in a harvester or the ivy and paying for someone to cook me something I'll say whether it is nice or not and do so in a respectful and polite way, the looks I get are hilarious. "Oooh you can't say that" "Oh I'm so embarrassed now".
That's why, as a nation we get fed, and pay for shit food and service. We sponsor it by keeping our mouths shut, eating their shit and then vomiting it out when we get back indoors and say nothing.
As you were
If you wanna speak to me, get off ya arse and come into the room I’m in.