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Having someone start to explain and/or describe something (object/foodstuff/person/place/nation/anything) then curtail said description with "Well, you can Google it."


Well thank you, yes I can, but I'd rather you made the effort to at least describe what you started to talk about a little further than its name and colour/shape/location and if you can't be arsed then don't bring the bloody subject up in the first place. I don't expect every encounter with a friend/colleague to end with a list of shit I have to Google to understand what was being talked about.

I must be getting old, but I miss good quality Light entertainment. Everything seems rehashed these days, and the entertainers themselves are second rate at best. I saw a clip of Les Dawson singing karaoke with an audience member on Cilla Black's surprise surprise the other night on YouTube and cried with laughter. Put Keith Lemon and chums on my screen and I don't flinch. I just don't get it, it's a desperate attempt at humour. Maybe I'm just old.


Louisa.

In the past people like Les Dawson , Michael Crawford , John Cleese and many others were Naturally funny..


Chris Evans and the likes of Keith Lemmon are Trying (Desperately) to be funny.. It just comes across as sarcasm.

No Natural talent.


Dulwichfox

Larry Grayson larged it up on the gay scene to get cheap laughs..

He was once confronted by a mob of gay men and women from Lewisham (C.H.E.)Campaign for Homosexual Equality

when he appeared at Lewisham Odeon back in the 70/80's


They detested his blas? attitude to the serious problems gay people not so renowned as himself were facing.


DulwichFox

Accidentally switching the rear window windscreen wiper on....then not knowing how to switch it off. Think you got it...then it goes again. Change the switch and it starts going faster...flick the switch again...goes slower...

On the Trades/restaurant thread


Amazing cleaner Liaro (made up name, but she sounds good)

Awesome that

Fantastic so and so

Looking for sucessful tuition....(really, no!)


What's wrong with "satisfactory" as in "They cleaned my windows to a satisfactory standard"

However, had I read that i'd have thought "Wooohoo, lighten up 'satisfied' man why don't you"


In retrospect, i'm not as 'irrationally raged' as I initially thought


*ahem*

Help-Ma-Boab Wrote:

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> Accidentally switching the rear window windscreen

> wiper on....then not knowing how to switch it off.

> Think you got it...then it goes again. Change the

> switch and it starts going faster...flick the

> switch again...goes slower...


I'm guessing Skoda here. Speaking from experience ;)

Mail order firm (after I called them, coz their site don't work) tells me YES we have the item in stock


Emails me confirmation of dispatch

Next day email me "ah, not ACTUALLY in stock"


I call them and get a wet blanket response 'we're only a small firm'

I say "so small you can't drop me a call"


"Would you like to order something else?"

John Lewis click and collect:

Text saying item I ordered will not be ready for collection when they said.

30 seconds later email saying item is ready for collection.

5 minutes later text saying item is ready for collection.

30 seconds later email saying item is not ready for collection.


Make your fekkin minds up!

Southwark Council seem to think that there is a green bin collection on Tuesday 31 (sic) November, and a blue bin collection on Tuesday 1 December.


Therefore their December collections are all out of sync.


I depend on their collection day leaflet to know which bin to put out. Sad, I know.


Hey recycling people! Thirty days have September, April, June AND NOVEMBER :))


But even if there WERE 31 days, the next collection would not be on 1 December.


GRRRR GRRR GRRRR etc etc etc


ETA: Actually I think the above is a completely rational minor annoyance rather than irrational rage.


My rage is always COMPLETELY RATIONAL too though :)) :)) :))

  • 2 weeks later...
OK, maybe it's not so tiny or irrational but it really drive me up the fecking wall... whispered dialogue on any drama on TV or film. I can never make out what the hell they are saying even when I turn the volume up to the max. It drives me nuts and annoys the hell out of me.

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