Stupid little things that bug you

What does this mean cos I’m a foc , You have insufficient privileges to reply here. That’s on the series forum. Thanks
 
I was at Stalybridge tip yesterday. There's 20 bays for different things. Does the person at the front of the queue go to the first available bay? Does he fuck. He waits for a spot right outside the exact bay he wants while the bays 11-20 are empty and there's a queue of cars waiting behind him.

"Where shall I put this cardboard mate?"
How about that great big fucking skip that's full of cardboard. With a great big sign at the front saying cardboard
 
Property programmes were they describe white painted walls in rooms with windows as ‘light and airy’.

‘Airy’? What’s ‘airy’ about white paint and light coming in?

Fucking, ‘airy’.
 
I'm just back from London after nipping down for a lido swim, and the phone zombies have completely taken over the place.
Firstly, I walked from Euston station to Euston Square Underground, and had to duck and dive between everyone trudging along Euston Road being hypnotised by their screens.
I travelled on 2 Underground and 2 Overground trains...
Wombling free?
 
Cunts on the bus who press the bell multiple times when they want to get off. One person needs to push it once; that's quite sufficient.

On a crowded bus going home last night, some idiot pushed the bell five times for one stop, and I lost count of the times it was pressed three or four times.

If I were a bus driver, I'd be tempted to park up and fuck off, as listening to that all day would get right on my tits.
Similar to something that bugs me. I press the button on a pedestrian crossing, then someone else comes along, they can see all the light are lit up and I'm waiting, but they still go ahead and press it again.
Do they suppose I'm just idly stood there hoping the traffic will stop!
 
Not sure whether it was fact, an urban myth or just rubbish we were fed as kids, but I remember being told by my Dad that if you pressed the button 4 times in quick succession, the lights would change instantly. He reckoned it was a tool Police Officers used when pursuing someone on foot.
I concluded a long time ago that it was complete rubbish as it never worked for me!
Funny that! I was told the exact opposite. When you press the button it overrides the first press and starts a new programme cycle.
Probably both just urban nonsense.
 
Funny that! I was told the exact opposite. When you press the button it overrides the first press and starts a new programme cycle.
Probably both just urban nonsense.
The original post from @staffsblue has disappeared, but this conjures up an image of, say a Spike Milligan sketch with a bunch of coppers chasing a guy in a hooped T-shirt and mask across a series of busy roads and fighting over who gets to press the buttons...

I know, I know, but it's been a long day :-/
 
Cunts on the bus who press the bell multiple times when they want to get off. One person needs to push it once; that's quite sufficient.

On a crowded bus going home last night, some idiot pushed the bell five times for one stop, and I lost count of the times it was pressed three or four times.

If I were a bus driver, I'd be tempted to park up and fuck off, as listening to that all day would get right on my tits.
Or just put a sign up saying "your Driver today is Gus Fring".
 
Christmas trees and Xmas decorations, what’s the point?
Evergreen plants like holly, ivy and mistletoe are symbols of life and fertility in the face of the bleak winter months which can be a metaphor for death. They have been brought into homes in Britain in the Winter for thousands of years.
Anything with lights on are a nod to the Sun coming back to give us longer and warmer days in a new year. They are fake versions of us burning things to symbolise the Sun’s light, like the burning of the Yule Log, a custom brought to us by Scandinavian invaders and settlers.
Christmas trees were from the Holy Roman Empire, where they’d have them in the home for the same reason we had holly, ivy and mistletoe. The earlier Roman Empire had tree branches and wreaths in the home for Saturnalia.
 
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I was at Stalybridge tip yesterday. There's 20 bays for different things. Does the person at the front of the queue go to the first available bay? Does he fuck. He waits for a spot right outside the exact bay he wants while the bays 11-20 are empty and there's a queue of cars waiting behind him.

"Where shall I put this cardboard mate?"
How about that great big fucking skip that's full of cardboard. With a great big sign at the front saying cardboard
Oh for the good old days when you could turn up at the tip whenever you liked and chuck your crap either into any skip or the incinerator (depending which tip you went to).
If I let people carry heavy objects around amongst moving traffic without a hi vis, helmet and steel toecaps in my workplace the council would be all over me, yet it’s ok at one of there recycling centres.
 
Evergreen plants like holly, ivy and mistletoe are symbols of life and fertility in the face of the bleak winter months which can be a metaphor for death. They have been brought into homes in Britain in the Winter for thousands of years.
Anything with lights on are a nod to the Sun coming back to give us longer and warmer days in a new year. They are fake versions of us burning things to symbolise the Sun’s light, like the burning of the Yule Log, a custom brought to us by Scandinavian invaders and settlers.
Christmas trees were from the Holy Roman Empire, where they’d have them in the home for the same reason we had holly, ivy and mistletoe. The earlier Roman Empire had tree branches and wreaths in the home for Saturnalia.
Prince Albert popularised Christmas trees in Britain during the 19th century, following on from Queen Charlotte (wife of George 111) who imported her native German custom back in the 1700s.
 
It's the ones who aimlessly pace about who get on my tits. Are they going to lurch l/r stop dead, do an about turn?
Who knows?
What
Morons who walk slow whilst on their phones. Gormless
Also the idiots who walk into a busy shop entrance, stop, then swivel. Usually muttering to their other half "What are we in here for?"
 
When I arrive by train in an unfamiliar city and use Google maps directions, particularly in London, and the voice says "head west down such and such a street". Oh, hang on, I'll just get my astrolabe out and work out which direction is west.
much better App for moving around London and other cities is Citymapper. It even tells you when to get off the bus!
 

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