Stupid little things that bug you

[East Level 2]

And then only ironically.

No irony for the first hour after the game on Sunday.

 

[DrBlueBob]

No irony for the first hour after the game on Sunday.

Ironically, I was fairly comfortable with us drawing the game. I have a gut feeling that it bodes well for us on Saturday.

At the time I was disbelieving that we didn't take at least one more of the chances we made.

 

[Fiftyyearsandcounting]

Wasn’t always a case of the good old days.

Glenn Hoddle’s penalty that was the only goal of the 1982 FA Cup Final Replay wasn’t shown live on the BBC, as they were still showing replays of the foul.

I seem to recall ITV missed a goal right at the start of a second half, they were still on an advert break. I can't recall the game.
Another thing that irritates me, is when the co-commentator is answering a question about tactics or something, but doesn't stop to allow commentary when a good attack develops.

 

[Bonzo Nododo]

No irony for the first hour after the game on Sunday.

Americanisms.
Going forward for in future
Multiple for many
Reaching out for ....well anything it seems
and many others.
But why does a BBC presenter ask the National winner about the horses 'that didn't make it?'
Why follow the verbal whims of a nation of dickheads?

 

[Nebuchadnezzar]

Americanisms.
Going forward for in future
Multiple for many
Reaching out for ....well anything it seems
and many others.
But why does a BBC presenter ask the National winner about the horses 'that didn't make it?'
Why follow the verbal whims of a nation of dickheads?

Yep. Having worked for a number of American companies, it makes my eye twitch to hear people mimicking what they say. Perhaps the most confusing I heard from upper management was saying that one of our projects had great "cadence". I still don't understand. I've tried and tried. I just had another look on Google to make more sense of it and it had absolutely no context or place in relation to how I heard it said.

 

[Protein Junkie]

Those twats on a train who drown the whole carriage out with their voice whilst on the phone.
Hey listen to how fucking important I am !!!!
“oh yah the CEO insists I run this one up the flagpole but address the low hanging fruit first yah”

 

[Magicpole]

Americanisms.
Going forward for in future
Multiple for many
Reaching out for ....well anything it seems
and many others.
But why does a BBC presenter ask the National winner about the horses 'that didn't make it?'
Why follow the verbal whims of a nation of dickheads?

I agree but you have left out my most hated.

Normalcy. Even writing that makes me want to smash up my front room.

 

[Magicpole]

Those twats on a train who drown the whole carriage out with their voice whilst on the phone.
Hey listen to how fucking important I am !!!!
“oh yah the CEO insists I run this one up the flagpole but address the low hanging fruit first yah”

About ten years ago I was sitting in the “Quiet” carriage in First Class in Central Station Glasgow and there was a Cockney type guy on his phone, loud as fuck, talking utter bollocks to his equally cuntish pal. The train hadn’t moved yet so I sat there until it did. We hadn’t left the station but he continued talking. I got up walked over to him, tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around with a start.

me: this is a quiet carriage pal, if you think I am going to listen to you talking all the way to London you are seriously mistaken.
Him shocked, he looked at me and saw I wasn’t fucking joking. Is it too loud?
Me: I paid to not have to listen to people on their phones loud as fuck annoying everybody.
him: I will go to another carriage.
me: if you are going to be on your phone yes you should.
He got up and left. As I returned to my seat a old woman smiled at me and said thank you for doing that.
Job done. Selfish prick.

 

[DrBlueBob]

About ten years ago I was sitting in the “Quiet” carriage in First Class in Central Station Glasgow and there was a Cockney type guy on his phone, loud as fuck, talking utter bollocks to his equally cuntish pal. The train hadn’t moved yet so I sat there until it did. We hadn’t left the station but he continued talking. I got up walked over to him, tapped him on the shoulder. He looked around with a start.

me: this is a quiet carriage pal, if you think I am going to listen to you talking all the way to London you are seriously mistaken.
Him shocked, he looked at me and saw I wasn’t fucking joking. Is it too loud?
Me: I paid to not have to listen to people on their phones loud as fuck annoying everybody.
him: I will go to another carriage.
me: if you are going to be on your phone yes you should.
He got up and left. As I returned to my seat a old woman smiled at me and said thank you for doing that.
Job done. Selfish prick.

Well done. I reckon he just looked shocked as he couldn't believe how lustrous your hair was.

 

[Magicpole]

Well done. I reckon he just looked shocked as he couldn't believe how lustrous your hair was.

That was his first reaction, obviously, it then dawned upon him I was fucking seething. I hate bad manners, no smile, no appealing to his better self, just a get yourself to fuck pal look. If I was 5’2 and frail he would have told me to fuck off, I am neither of those things so he made an assessment how things would transpire realised if required I would knock him the fuck out and withdrew with his tail between his legs.
The rest of the journey was great.