The over, and incorrect, use of the term gaslighting
i still don't even know what that means. In a way i'm glad i don't.
Yeah, I've no idea what it means either. The only thing I've noticed is that there seems to be a correlation between people who use this phrase and people who say 'virtue signalling'. I think it's just a meaningless phrase that people use when they don't really have an argument but want to appear as if they know something.
Did some work in a house yesterday, woman makes herself lunch and two brews in the 90 minutes I was there, didn't offer me anything. To top it off her 'freindly' dog bit me on the arse.
Did some work in a house yesterday, woman makes herself lunch and two brews in the 90 minutes I was there, didn't offer me anything. To top it off her 'freindly' dog bit me on the arse.
Did some work in a house yesterday, woman makes herself lunch and two brews in the 90 minutes I was there, didn't offer me anything. To top it off her 'freindly' dog bit me on the arse.
Two reasons for this post, which is overflowing with first world complaints. The context is as follows:
I'm off on holiday to Brazil. Sorry if that sounds like a boast. It's not intended to, but it's quite difficult to say "I'm off to Brazil" without sounding like a bit of a show off tosser.
Reason 1. I'm an Airmiles/Avios geek, so I've flown via Spain in order to save a significant amount of dosh. Landed in Madrid at 19.15 local time, fly to Sao Paolo at 23.55, about 4 and a half hours sitting around in Madrid. Quite a lot of boring sitting around time, but I got a free airport lounge pass with my credit card last year, so not too horrendous. Sorted myself out with a dodgy VPN, and happily sat in lounge drinking free booze, eating free food, watching Palace's fortuitous draw with Brighton on my tablet. Happy times (apart from Palace not losing). I then get a text and email from Iberia, telling me that my flight is delayed until 3am. I go through my repertoire of swear words, make a psychological link between Iberia and South Eastern Trains, but then take a huge positive from the fact that I'm in an airport lounge, so at least I can console myself with another three hours of free boozing and eating.
Another ten minutes passes, and I get a further email from Iberia, saying that they "urgently" need to check my travel documents, and I need to go to the boarding gate asap. I've already submitted these documents yesterday, and got an email saying that they've been approved, but the use of the word "urgently" panics me a bit. So I leave the lovely airport lounge and head to the gate. Nobody there. Piss around for 45 minutes and then finally someone shows up. I approach, looking a bit stressed, and show her the email I've received. She checks my boarding pass and then tells me that everything has already been checked and it's all fine. Still got ages until my flight, but the lounge bitch won't let me back in, so now paid about £40 to get shit-faced in the airport bar, rather than doing it for free. To add a final bit of insult to injury, we're now getting ready to board finally, and my name gets read out, because they do want to check my documents now, and shock horror they're all fine. This is very much a general thing that annoys me intensely. It's right up there with "displaced train crew" and "passenger taken ill" in terms of "we haven't got a farking clue what's going on".
Reason 2. A number of the superb people on this forum provided valuable psychological support when I went on holiday with a shopaholic lunatic a few years back. There are parallels with this holiday, although the lady in question has been subject to a much more rigorous vetting process. I'm putting you all on standby, although I think it's highly unlikely you'll get any complaints from me, but very very feasible that a random Brazilian woman signs up to Charlton Life in a few days time and starts multiple new discussions about premature ejaculation, micro-penis syndrome, and "are all English blokes this tedious?".
Two reasons for this post, which is overflowing with first world complaints. The context is as follows:
I'm off on holiday to Brazil. Sorry if that sounds like a boast. It's not intended to, but it's quite difficult to say "I'm off to Brazil" without sounding like a bit of a show off tosser.
Reason 1. I'm an Airmiles/Avios geek, so I've flown via Spain in order to save a significant amount of dosh. Landed in Madrid at 19.15 local time, fly to Sao Paolo at 23.55, about 4 and a half hours sitting around in Madrid. Quite a lot of boring sitting around time, but I got a free airport lounge pass with my credit card last year, so not too horrendous. Sorted myself out with a dodgy VPN, and happily sat in lounge drinking free booze, eating free food, watching Palace's fortuitous draw with Brighton on my tablet. Happy times (apart from Palace not losing). I then get a text and email from Iberia, telling me that my flight is delayed until 3am. I go through my repertoire of swear words, make a psychological link between Iberia and South Eastern Trains, but then take a huge positive from the fact that I'm in an airport lounge, so at least I can console myself with another three hours of free boozing and eating.
Another ten minutes passes, and I get a further email from Iberia, saying that they "urgently" need to check my travel documents, and I need to go to the boarding gate asap. I've already submitted these documents yesterday, and got an email saying that they've been approved, but the use of the word "urgently" panics me a bit. So I leave the lovely airport lounge and head to the gate. Nobody there. Piss around for 45 minutes and then finally someone shows up. I approach, looking a bit stressed, and show her the email I've received. She checks my boarding pass and then tells me that everything has already been checked and it's all fine. Still got ages until my flight, but the lounge bitch won't let me back in, so now paid about £40 to get shit-faced in the airport bar, rather than doing it for free. To add a final bit of insult to injury, we're now getting ready to board finally, and my name gets read out, because they do want to check my documents now, and shock horror they're all fine. This is very much a general thing that annoys me intensely. It's right up there with "displaced train crew" and "passenger taken ill" in terms of "we haven't got a farking clue what's going on".
Reason 2. A number of the superb people on this forum provided valuable psychological support when I went on holiday with a shopaholic lunatic a few years back. There are parallels with this holiday, although the lady in question has been subject to a much more rigorous vetting process. I'm putting you all on standby, although I think it's highly unlikely you'll get any complaints from me, but very very feasible that a random Brazilian woman signs up to Charlton Life in a few days time and starts multiple new discussions about premature ejaculation, micro-penis syndrome, and "are all English blokes this tedious?".
I'm not going to lie to you
This year I am looking forward to the following
Maybe having a holiday
An exciting summer transfer window where we finally properly rebuild, picking up some genuinely robust and useful footballers and a keeper who claims crosses
The full, Frank and in depth rundown of your blind date holiday to the Americas with a woman who I have already painted as a Sophia Vergara gene pool member
I'd like to see a book published similar to the Bradshaw's guide that Michael Portillo uses.
This one could perhaps feature a more realistic view of modern day travelling throughout Europe, the Americas and London Southeastern trains. A book that forewarns of problems, lame excuses, things that go wrong, people you have the misfortune to meet and ladies women to fall in love with - and more importantly - the way out when you need to consciously uncouple.
I look forward to reading, 'The Travails of Mr Largo'.
such a great player but so difficult to respect him after this ... I mean, wtf was he thinking??
He was thinking what we would all have been thinking
"I am Ronaldo, comfortably the best centre forward if not footballer on planet earth right now and I can do whatever the fuck I want. And once I've had this insane hair chop I'll share a hot tub and bodily fluids with 6 of the top 10 most attractive women in South America and they will all tell me I am the beautiful Ronaldo"
such a great player but so difficult to respect him after this ... I mean, wtf was he thinking??
He was thinking what we would all have been thinking
"I am Ronaldo, comfortably the best centre forward if not footballer on planet earth right now and I can do whatever the fuck I want. And once I've had this insane hair chop I'll share a hot tub and bodily fluids with 6 of the top 10 most attractive women in South America and they will all tell me I am the beautiful Ronaldo"
Even more than Sandi Toksvig? I'm not disputing that Pollard should be on the list, but big statement to put her at the top, particularly in the current political climate. I've not mentioned Karl Robinson as I don't class him as a human being, and I am presuming that you've ignored him for the same reason. Obviously he wins "most annoying object in existence" by a distance.
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I hope you live up north.
I'm off on holiday to Brazil. Sorry if that sounds like a boast. It's not intended to, but it's quite difficult to say "I'm off to Brazil" without sounding like a bit of a show off tosser.
Reason 1. I'm an Airmiles/Avios geek, so I've flown via Spain in order to save a significant amount of dosh. Landed in Madrid at 19.15 local time, fly to Sao Paolo at 23.55, about 4 and a half hours sitting around in Madrid. Quite a lot of boring sitting around time, but I got a free airport lounge pass with my credit card last year, so not too horrendous. Sorted myself out with a dodgy VPN, and happily sat in lounge drinking free booze, eating free food, watching Palace's fortuitous draw with Brighton on my tablet. Happy times (apart from Palace not losing). I then get a text and email from Iberia, telling me that my flight is delayed until 3am. I go through my repertoire of swear words, make a psychological link between Iberia and South Eastern Trains, but then take a huge positive from the fact that I'm in an airport lounge, so at least I can console myself with another three hours of free boozing and eating.
Another ten minutes passes, and I get a further email from Iberia, saying that they "urgently" need to check my travel documents, and I need to go to the boarding gate asap. I've already submitted these documents yesterday, and got an email saying that they've been approved, but the use of the word "urgently" panics me a bit. So I leave the lovely airport lounge and head to the gate. Nobody there. Piss around for 45 minutes and then finally someone shows up. I approach, looking a bit stressed, and show her the email I've received. She checks my boarding pass and then tells me that everything has already been checked and it's all fine. Still got ages until my flight, but the lounge bitch won't let me back in, so now paid about £40 to get shit-faced in the airport bar, rather than doing it for free. To add a final bit of insult to injury, we're now getting ready to board finally, and my name gets read out, because they do want to check my documents now, and shock horror they're all fine. This is very much a general thing that annoys me intensely. It's right up there with "displaced train crew" and "passenger taken ill" in terms of "we haven't got a farking clue what's going on".
Reason 2. A number of the superb people on this forum provided valuable psychological support when I went on holiday with a shopaholic lunatic a few years back. There are parallels with this holiday, although the lady in question has been subject to a much more rigorous vetting process. I'm putting you all on standby, although I think it's highly unlikely you'll get any complaints from me, but very very feasible that a random Brazilian woman signs up to Charlton Life in a few days time and starts multiple new discussions about premature ejaculation, micro-penis syndrome, and "are all English blokes this tedious?".
This year I am looking forward to the following
Maybe having a holiday
An exciting summer transfer window where we finally properly rebuild, picking up some genuinely robust and useful footballers and a keeper who claims crosses
The full, Frank and in depth rundown of your blind date holiday to the Americas with a woman who I have already painted as a Sophia Vergara gene pool member
This one could perhaps feature a more realistic view of modern day travelling throughout Europe, the Americas and London Southeastern trains. A book that forewarns of problems, lame excuses, things that go wrong, people you have the misfortune to meet and ladies women to fall in love with - and more importantly - the way out when you need to consciously uncouple.
I look forward to reading, 'The Travails of Mr Largo'.
"I am Ronaldo, comfortably the best centre forward if not footballer on planet earth right now and I can do whatever the fuck I want. And once I've had this insane hair chop I'll share a hot tub and bodily fluids with 6 of the top 10 most attractive women in South America and they will all tell me I am the beautiful Ronaldo"