People who drive cars, yet have no idea what engine or specification they are.
Like you've paid thousands for it!! How can you not know?
Because it is a metal box that gets me from A to B. It has no style or grace, it does a job, like a yard broom.
If it was a classic, it would be different, but a modern car? Unless you are really talking £50k+ motors, who the fuck cares as long as it goes without breaking down?
People who drive cars, yet have no idea what engine or specification they are.
Like you've paid thousands for it!! How can you not know?
Because it is a metal box that gets me from A to B. It has no style or grace, it does a job, like a yard broom.
If it was a classic, it would be different, but a modern car? Unless you are really talking £50k+ motors, who the fuck cares as long as it goes without breaking down?
I spent quite a lot on my last car (second hand main dealership). It was the marque that I wanted (one of the German ones without indicators) but the biggest selling point was that it had a panoramic sunroof.
People who use shared facilities, gyms, pools etc then huff and moan about other people being there.
Swimming on this occasion - pensioner basically wanting half a pool and getting in a little strop whenever anyone dared to move within about 3m of her.
You know how busy it could be when you book, grow up and learn to share!
Being in a pool with a small group, normally kids. I'm minding my own business swimming up and down as close to one side a possible with metronomic regularity - yet the fecking kids have to get in my way virtually every lap despite having most of the pool to p!ss around in! And their arent ssay nothing to them.
Which brings me on to parents who think their little prince/princess can do what the feck they want as they are so precious despite annoying everyone else (especially me!)
He is suing BGT bosses over the transcript of his vile comments being released to the public. Private conversations he says. I'm sure Russell Brand would say similar for his privacy.
He's incredibly unpopular amongst his peers. Depending on how the wind blows, APPARENTLY he could be the next celeb to find himself in trouble.
People who drive cars, yet have no idea what engine or specification they are.
Like you've paid thousands for it!! How can you not know?
Because it is a metal box that gets me from A to B. It has no style or grace, it does a job, like a yard broom.
If it was a classic, it would be different, but a modern car? Unless you are really talking £50k+ motors, who the fuck cares as long as it goes without breaking down?
I spent quite a lot on my last car (second hand main dealership). It was the marque that I wanted (one of the German ones without indicators) but the biggest selling point was that it had a panoramic sunroof.
This is Charlton Life, so let's talk trains: Why does every new generation of trains have seats that are harder and less comfortable than the ones before? My guess is that it's to make cleaning easier, given the high proportion of self-centred arse holes who put their feet up on them. I can see the day when we revert completely to solid wooden (or plastic, more like) benches.
Someone mentioned it earlier but has happened to me twice in recent days. I’m the only car for 500 yards, 20 yards from the pedestrian crossing and the wanker presses the button. Infuriating.
This is Charlton Life, so let's talk trains: Why does every new generation of trains have seats that are harder and less comfortable than the ones before? My guess is that it's to make cleaning easier, given the high proportion of self-centred arse holes who put their feet up on them. I can see the day when we revert completely to solid wooden (or plastic, more like) benches.
Don't think the seats change but as you get older you get more issues with farmers/chalfonts.
This is Charlton Life, so let's talk trains: Why does every new generation of trains have seats that are harder and less comfortable than the ones before? My guess is that it's to make cleaning easier, given the high proportion of self-centred arse holes who put their feet up on them. I can see the day when we revert completely to solid wooden (or plastic, more like) benches.
Sitting on a hard seated train going nowhere, but getting messages that we'll be heading backwards as there is no power at the London end of the line. I didn't even want to make the journey anyway, but am contractually obliged to despite it being a complete waste of time.
This is Charlton Life, so let's talk trains: Why does every new generation of trains have seats that are harder and less comfortable than the ones before? My guess is that it's to make cleaning easier, given the high proportion of self-centred arse holes who put their feet up on them. I can see the day when we revert completely to solid wooden (or plastic, more like) benches.
Saw a bloke a while back asleep on the train with his sweaty gross bare feet up on the opposite seats.
One of those times when a good idea comes to you about an hour too late - I should have hidden his shoes, let the panic on waking up teach him a lesson.
Wait till you get on a coach with an extra row of seats fitted, reducing the aisle and making one of the rows three seats wide, I'm very medium size but anyone even slightly larger than average will have a miserable journey.
This is Charlton Life, so let's talk trains: Why does every new generation of trains have seats that are harder and less comfortable than the ones before? My guess is that it's to make cleaning easier, given the high proportion of self-centred arse holes who put their feet up on them. I can see the day when we revert completely to solid wooden (or plastic, more like) benches.
I would like them to be a little more uncomfortable. Last week after a few beers and half a bottle of red I woke up in Sevenoaks.
This is Charlton Life, so let's talk trains: Why does every new generation of trains have seats that are harder and less comfortable than the ones before? My guess is that it's to make cleaning easier, given the high proportion of self-centred arse holes who put their feet up on them. I can see the day when we revert completely to solid wooden (or plastic, more like) benches.
I would like them to be a little more uncomfortable. Last week after a few beers and half a bottle of red I woke up in Sevenoaks.
Someone mentioned it earlier but has happened to me twice in recent days. I’m the only car for 500 yards, 20 yards from the pedestrian crossing and the wanker presses the button. Infuriating.
And don’t get me started on bicycles…….
Yeah, sorry about that but I had to get to my bicycle on the other side of the road as quickly as possible.
This is Charlton Life, so let's talk trains: Why does every new generation of trains have seats that are harder and less comfortable than the ones before? My guess is that it's to make cleaning easier, given the high proportion of self-centred arse holes who put their feet up on them. I can see the day when we revert completely to solid wooden (or plastic, more like) benches.
I would like them to be a little more uncomfortable. Last week after a few beers and half a bottle of red I woke up in Sevenoaks.
mobile phone voicemail. stop reading out the full phone number of the person who left the message really slowly each time, I don't care. I just want to hear the message, delete it and get on with my day; stop wasting my time
"This site uses cookies blah, blah, blah. We take your security seriously, blah, blah. Accept cookies? "Manage cookies?" Just shove your fucking cookies up your arse. Ban all cookies. Fuck off and let me get on with my shit ffs
"This site uses cookies blah, blah, blah. We take your security seriously, blah, blah. Accept cookies? "Manage cookies?" Just shove your fucking cookies up your arse. Ban all cookies. Fuck off and let me get on with my shit ffs
Its the fact that many websites don't remember your selections either - Amount of times I go on pornhub, and have to click "Accept" each bloody time.
Someone mentioned it earlier but has happened to me twice in recent days. I’m the only car for 500 yards, 20 yards from the pedestrian crossing and the wanker presses the button. Infuriating.
And don’t get me started on bicycles…….
You are never too old Silly Billy but you might need Stabilizers 😉
"This site uses cookies blah, blah, blah. We take your security seriously, blah, blah. Accept cookies? "Manage cookies?" Just shove your fucking cookies up your arse. Ban all cookies. Fuck off and let me get on with my shit ffs
Its the fact that many websites don't remember your selections either - Amount of times I go on pornhub, and have to click "Accept" each bloody time.
yeah, incognito mode won't remember your preferences
The way we have become a selfish nation. I recently had to travel with my 7 month pregnant daughter to Moorfields eye hospital from Basingstoke. This encounters many steps on route at some stations/concourses with no lifts. She is suffering from a really bad back due to her pregnancy.
She also has another 11 month old baby obviously in a push chair. Not one man offered to help with the pushchair up and down stairs/step or on and off trains. Several women did and only women offered her a seat on the tube trains. I was ashamed of some of the men who just stood and watched and did nothing to help.
And a big thumbs up to those commuters who tried to get on the tube trains when i was trying to push my grandson in his chair off the train. Selfish pigs.
"This site uses cookies blah, blah, blah. We take your security seriously, blah, blah. Accept cookies? "Manage cookies?" Just shove your fucking cookies up your arse. Ban all cookies. Fuck off and let me get on with my shit ffs
Its the fact that many websites don't remember your selections either - Amount of times I go on pornhub, and have to click "Accept" each bloody time.
only after you clear your browsing history....ooops
The way we have become a selfish nation. I recently had to travel with my 7 month pregnant daughter to Moorfields eye hospital from Basingstoke. This encounters many steps on route at some stations/concourses with no lifts. She is suffering from a really bad back due to her pregnancy.
She also has another 11 month old baby obviously in a push chair. Not one man offered to help with the pushchair up and down stairs/step or on and off trains. Several women did and only women offered her a seat on the tube trains.
And a big thumbs up to those commuters who tried to get on the tube trains when i was trying to push my grandson in his chair off the train. Selfish pigs.
Bloke in his late sixties with two women the same age got on the bus yesterday afternoon during the (seemingly never ending) school run - it was only half two. All the seats for older/disabled/pregnant folk were filled with twelve year olds studiously looking the other way. "You lot getting up or what?" said the bloke. To their (slight) credit they did, albeit reluctantly. But if he had said nothing they would have all stayed where they were...
People playing bat and ball on the beach! Noisy c***s. Why can’t they just relax and enjoy the sunshine in peace and quiet. Just listen to the lapping of waves.
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If it was a classic, it would be different, but a modern car? Unless you are really talking £50k+ motors, who the fuck cares as long as it goes without breaking down?
Which brings me on to parents who think their little prince/princess can do what the feck they want as they are so precious despite annoying everyone else (especially me!)
One of those times when a good idea comes to you about an hour too late - I should have hidden his shoes, let the panic on waking up teach him a lesson.
We take your security seriously, blah, blah.
Accept cookies? "Manage cookies?"
Just shove your fucking cookies up your arse.
Ban all cookies. Fuck off and let me get on with my shit ffs
You are never too old Silly Billy but you might need Stabilizers 😉
She also has another 11 month old baby obviously in a push chair. Not one man offered to help with the pushchair up and down stairs/step or on and off trains. Several women did and only women offered her a seat on the tube trains. I was ashamed of some of the men who just stood and watched and did nothing to help.
And a big thumbs up to those commuters who tried to get on the tube trains when i was trying to push my grandson in his chair off the train. Selfish pigs.
the lapping of waves.