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I AM DISPLEASED
Morrisons sold me garlic bread and it is mouldy

I am also tired and wingey.

Tell me something good and make the world a happy place

questions are a burden to others
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:00, 152 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
and answers a prison for oneself

it's my birthday. that should cheer you up
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:02, Reply)
YAY, happy birthday
also, yay The Prisoner
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:03, Reply)
I know that from an Iron Maiden song called Back in the Village
rather than the Prisoner

and thanks :-)
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:07, Reply)
then you must watch
all of The Prisoner. Not necessarily the new one, I've not tested it for goodness yet
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:08, Reply)
It has Jamie Campbell Bower
Delicious.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:10, Reply)
the new one is poor.

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:13, Reply)
^ this
nowhere near as good as the original
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:16, Reply)
hmm
my dad didn't hate it, which I thought might be a fairly good sign, but most people seem not to like it at all
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:19, Reply)
*belms*

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:18, Reply)
happy birthday dude!!

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:05, Reply)
cheers

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:07, Reply)
get anything good yet?

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:08, Reply)
Just bum-AIDS so far.

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:19, Reply)
arse-candy

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:20, Reply)
a dart board and some darts

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:21, Reply)
darts of pleasure

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:22, Reply)
anal darts

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:24, Reply)
Watching live darts on television
is like a hellish window into the 1970s. I've never actually played the game myself, being a non-game-playing type, but my brother used to play in the pub and loved it.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:28, Reply)
haha 'non-game playing type'
MONTY DOESN'T DO FUN
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:38, Reply)
I do fun in a big way.
I just don't enjoy playing games.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:42, Reply)
*sings* quit playing games with my heart....my heart.....
.......sorry.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:43, Reply)
I don't know what you're on about here, sorry.

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:51, Reply)
Backstreet Boys innit
where's Roota when I need her!
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:53, Reply)
it's good fun
and being able to accurately throw something pointy is always a good skill to have in my book.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:18, Reply)
Happy fucking birthday

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:01, Reply)
Hope you had a great day.

(, Tue 10 Aug 2010, 5:00, Reply)
Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World is out very soon
tomorrow isn't far away and you can make garlic bread!
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:05, Reply)
i saw the trailer, it didn't look all that great
I made cheese toasties instead
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:06, Reply)
I cannot wait for this film!
Cheese toasties are always a good choice. My mate puts red onion in which is a killer can't go wrong with salami or chorizo though.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:07, Reply)
In a toastie maker?
Was there Branston Pickle involved?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:08, Reply)
cheese
and chorizo

they are yum
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:09, Reply)
That's ok then
Although a while ago I tried Salami and Branston, that was fantastic!
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:12, Reply)
will try this!

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:13, Reply)
I'd advise against warming it up though
As while tasty, the smell is overpowering.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:14, Reply)
YESYESYEYSEYSEYSEYS :D

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:08, Reply)
Have bruschetta instead
very nice.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:08, Reply)
true but not with olives

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:11, Reply)
not on the bruschetta
but seperately they are fine.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:12, Reply)
they are evil nuggets of ming

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:13, Reply)
I used to think that
then one day I inexplicably had a hankering for them and have liked them ever since
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:13, Reply)
same
hated them as a kid, then realised I now quite liked them
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:15, Reply)
Same here
I absolutely love them now but as a yout'man I hated the fuckers.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:20, Reply)
maybe it's a sign of ageing

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:20, Reply)
:(

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:23, Reply)
I think it must be
My mum used to try and get me to eat the olives out of her martini when I was little (and she was drunk). At the time I'd rather have stuck my finger up my arse and licked it - in fact as a small child it wouldn't surprise me if I had done so at some point - but now I find black olives quite tasty. Not those wee green fuckers though.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:24, Reply)
give green ones time
I liked black ones first, and not green, and now I can't get enough green ones.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:17, Reply)
I had some lovely stuffed olives
the other day in Malta which were delicious.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:21, Reply)

which that
Sorry. I'm hoping to cheer up old Monty.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:24, Reply)
give it you're best shot
;)
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:26, Reply)
Ha!

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:27, Reply)
Thank you!

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:29, Reply)
Any time, old bean.

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:30, Reply)
leaving the house again today is not an option
too sleepy. Between friday and saturday night I think I nearly got 8 hrs sleep total.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:13, Reply)
another day perhaps
why so little sleep?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:16, Reply)
LARPing
it always seems like a good idea to go to bed at 5 and wake at 8 when you're camping, not sure why. I blame the brandy
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:18, Reply)
welcome to my world.

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:22, Reply)
it's a world shared sadly

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:23, Reply)
there were no massive drugs, though :(

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:24, Reply)
This is a world where The Rock exists
it cannot be bad.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:25, Reply)
blackpool rock?
the stuff you brought back from holidays and the teacher cut into pieces to share with the class from a pink bowl?

man, that is a good thing
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:27, Reply)
Don't anger The Rock
he'll come and raise his eyebrow at you
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:40, Reply)
to restore some sort of balance to the universe
his name is Dwayne.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:34, Reply)
I think you'll find it's Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson
never just Dwayne. No one calls him Dwayne. I bet all his mates have his as The Rock in their phones. And when they're at parties, they'll be like "hey I was just saying to The Rock...where is he..? Hey, The Rock! C'mere a minute"
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:41, Reply)
He would pretty much be the best best friend ever

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:43, Reply)
would be buy you blackpool rock?

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:45, Reply)
of course he would ! and he would raise an eyebrow whilst handing it to you
before regaling you with a story from the set of the Scorpion King. Oh how we laughed.................... great days, great days.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:48, Reply)
what a guy

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:52, Reply)

u a
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:53, Reply)
right you're stepping very close to the line there Monty
you can insult my taste in music, film and general life choices, but you will NOT insult The Rock.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:54, Reply)
He's a musclebound retard
and a raging homo.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:55, Reply)
just your type then?

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:16, Reply)
ignore Monty
when me and the Rock have our cookery show you can be like a commentator or something.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:14, Reply)
regaling you
in words of no more than one syllable.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:52, Reply)
I AM COLOSSALLY FUCKED OFF, PARTLY AT MY OWN IDIOCY
Go on, have a laugh at my expense. I know my flatmates will

I have just spent six fruitless hours at Gatwick Airport. After getting there in good time and everything, I got through security, killed time in the departure lounge and then got right up to the departure gate before the nice man looked at my boarding pass and pointed out that I wasn't due to fly until tomorrow.

I know, I know, I should have spotted it. But you would have thought the guy who checked my boarding pass at security might have spotted something. Nevertheless, I had to return to the departure lounge and wait to be escorted out through security by a member of staff, so said the woman at the information desk. Who neglected to tell her colleague this when she went away for an hour or so. After 45 minutes, I approached her colleague, who said
"Oh, she didn't tell me about that...I did just escort a group of people back out before I arrived here...she'll be back very shortly so if nothing's happened we'll chase it up then."

After the elapsed time spent sitting on my arse waiting has reached two hours, I notice the woman has come back, so I join the queue for the information desk. I'm pleased to see that her expression contains a combination of recognition, surprise and guilt when it becomes apparent I've basically been forgotten about. She leads me out through a shortcut to Arrivals, where she explains my situation to the woman who checks my passport and laughs uproariously. Normally I've a good, self-deprecating sense of humour, but having been left to sit on my arse for two hours I don't really find it that funny.

Once out, I head for the EasyJet information desk where there's already a queue of confused or irate customers on account of a delayed flight to Lisbon. The woman at the desk looks at my boarding pass and checks the information she has: she's pretty sure I'm booked to fly tomorrow, whilst I'm pretty sure I was booked to fly today. On the plus side, she confirms that I am indeed expected on tomorrow's flight, and gives me a piece of paper which will allow me to collect a fresh boarding card tomorrow.

I travel home, still wondering whether I or EasyJet have fucked up. My computer's fucking around a bit, but sorts itself out eventually. I open my inbox and find the email confirming my booking. I am indeed flying on the fucking 10th. Not the fucking 9th. What a waste of six fucking hours. What a fucking idiot I have been.

--hangs head in shame*--

On the plus side, I am at least going on holiday tomorrow.

*gin
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:38, Reply)
skills

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:40, Reply)
that is almost
but not quite, as stupid as me
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:41, Reply)
It was terrifically stupid
And for the purposes of detailed, scientific comparison, you're going to have to tell me what you did that was more stupid.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:54, Reply)
the terrorist suitcase story
sums it up sadly
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:19, Reply)
Gatwick are cunts
We missed our flight for the honeymoon thanks to massive security queues. They were complete dicks about it and blamed us. At one point we'd spent 1/3 of our married lives in gatwick.

Mind you, 1/6 of my married life was spent divorcing the arsehole
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:41, Reply)
I have nothing but good things to say about Gatwick
When I went to Basel in December I went to the wrong terminal (utter idiot I know), and had about ten minutes 'til my flight. Two security bods took me in their special little car and I got on the plane just in the nick of time. I then watched Fulham grab an amazing 3-2 victory in Switzerland and had an ace time. The end.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:45, Reply)
Check your return date.
You don't want to be coming home a day late.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:44, Reply)
That's not a problem
I'm coming back via a different modus operandi, which should hopefully prevent me making the same fuck-up twice in one holiday.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:46, Reply)
On the plus side.
You'll know exactly where you need to go tomorrow.

What's your destination?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:48, Reply)
That too.
And Toulouse.

One could say that at least now I've got nothing Toulouse...
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:51, Reply)
Not TOO much gin
or you may actually miss your flight. Still, like you say - at least you're going on holiday tomorrow. Better to turn up early (although a whole 24 hours is perhaps a touch early even for the hardiest OCD inflicted traveller) than too late and miss it.
Did you get a new house sorted out btw?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:46, Reply)
Indeed I did
That Friday afternoon, I toddled off to the Great British Beer Festival - top afternoon it was too - where I was actually quite put out after the woman in Streatham Hill phoned me back finally to say that they were sorry, and they really would have liked to take me on, but their old housemate had asked to move back in the evening before.

Fortunately, a friend of mine, who I'd been talking to just before this phone call interrupted us, asked what that was about and then pointed out that he would be moving to Oxford in September and was therefore looking to rent out the rooms in the house he owned in Battersea.

So I went over the following morning to see it and IT WAS GOOD. I also don't know who else is going to be renting the other rooms yet, but he's asked me to look out for people, so I should have some sort of veto over who else lives there. And I will have a view of Battersea Power Station when I walk out of my front door.

EDIT: I really am in rambling mode tonight, aren't I? Sorry, it's been a long week...
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:50, Reply)
Hurrah!
Excellent news. I'm glad you got it sorted before you went away. Hope you have a good time in...wherever it is you're going (France? I may have made that up...)
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:56, Reply)
'tis indeed France
Assuming you didn't look at my reply just above...how did you know? (Otherwise, good observation or a very good guess.)

And yes, my head feels noticeably lighter since I got the house sorted out. (Definitely not on account of the gin)
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:18, Reply)
I'm stalking you
...no, not really. I think you mentioned it the other day when we were talking about spiders and giant scary bugs landing on you. I think that's it, anyway. If it's not, I'm either developing ESP or you should be vaguely worried...
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:23, Reply)
Oh dear, that's rather awful.
My only airport-related embarrassment (save the MASSIVE SEARCH I get every time I travel anywhere) concerns a visit I paid to the United States. They nearly didn't let me leave England as I had 'a lady's passport, sir'. It wasn't. It was the photo of me as a long-haired hippie of 17 that confused the man.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:47, Reply)
But surely you still had the long, flappy locks when they made this mistake?
Or were you still unbearded at 17?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:52, Reply)
I couldn't grow a beard until I was 30.
I still can't grow sideburns.

The only reason I don't look as haggard as I deserve to these days, is because I was so fresh-faced to start with.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:01, Reply)
I can't grow a beard.
When I try it looks like I've pritt-sticked pubes to my face.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:10, Reply)
and yet I just had to
pluck out a hair with a pair of pliers
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:15, Reply)
I had no idea you were such a sadist.

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:17, Reply)
it's a hobby

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:17, Reply)
Why pliers, though?
Not very ladylike, surely? Unless it was putting up a great deal of resistance...?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:24, Reply)
I'm more likely to find
pliers in my house than tweezers

plus, it sounded funnier
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:26, Reply)
I get searched every single time
electronic scan, body-search, and generally a bag search. And everytime my dad waltzs straight through, generally ushered down the fast-track.

How can I look more like a terrorist than my father?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:14, Reply)
It's your boobs
they're either full of explosives or people just want to cop a feel.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:17, Reply)
or it could be a result
of my past terrorist suitcase :( which was all my own fault
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:17, Reply)
did it have a balaclava?

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:19, Reply)
worse
I'm sure I've told the story before, but it bears retelling as a warning against mongs like me

I packed in a horrific hurry, just hand luggage. Chucked everything in. When I went through security, my bag beeped, and they removed an eight inch heavy duty set of scissors, a dinner knife, three bottles of hair shine/shampoo etc, and just looked at me in silent disbelief.

They told me they'd have to dust for drugs, so they dusted my bag/laptop etc, and the first outside zip they opened, a book entitled 'Socialist History' fell out
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:22, Reply)
nice work, there :)

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:23, Reply)
I turned into a female Hugh Grant
on the spot :(
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:25, Reply)
Your suitcase had a past life as a terrorist?
...what?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:20, Reply)
Your suitcase
Wasn't shaped like a Little Boy, was it*?

*Not a paedo joke
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:23, Reply)
I swear my father's been mistaken for an Arab terrorist
He looks a bit like a more Mediterranean version of Robert Winston - i.e., thick dark hair and moustache, but less curly and with a darker complexion. I do remember a family holiday back in 2001 or 2002 when the customs at Dover pulled us over to check our car - and I'd swear they never checked outbound family cars while the World Trade Centre was still standing.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:21, Reply)
ouch ... that burns.
However, it's not quite as stupid as some associates of mine who waited, forlornly staring at the terminal entrance, for another of their friends, so they could all get checked in together.

Waited, while the boarding and gate-soon-to-close calls for that flight go out.

And continued to wait. Right through the gate closing and the flight taking off.

The friend? He'd gone straight in, they'd missed him, he'd checked in like any normal fellow, and managed to catch his flight, through not being a doughnut.

At least you still have a flight to catch ... !
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 17:48, Reply)
I was watching that show based around EasyJet the other day and realised that almost everyone on that show is a compete and utter prick.
From larger louts to attention seeking love sick twats, the only person who I felt looked good on that show was the bird who was in the papers who got cancer, and even then I didn't like her exploitation, but it ovbously paid for private care which is why I presume she did it (along with the stuff it did for breast cancer awareness).

Anyway, what you did, to get through to the departure's lounge, was a massive breach in security, esspecially if they took your bags. Someone could have really fucked up someone's shit on that.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:08, Reply)
This is what surprised me most of all
Admittedly I checked in online, but the guy at security scanned my boarding pass - surely he'd have spotted something awry, like me being 26 hours early for the flight? Of course, I only had hand luggage with me - presumably if I'd had hold baggage with me, somebody would have said something much earlier (and saved me waiting for two hours to be let out of the departure lounge).
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:16, Reply)
I was under the impression that you couldn't get into the lounge over something like 4 hours before the flight, maybe even less on short-hull.
And if I was designing the machines, I wouldn't let them spit out the ticket in something like over 18 hours (therefore accounting for people who are at a local hotel, and even then, maybe intrigrate the hotel booking into the system).
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:20, Reply)
I once got a flight with Ryan Air to Larnica from Gatwick, over the phone because it was an emergancy-flight and their website was down.
I turn up at the desk and get my ticket and the return is 'pathos', now that's the differance between Heathrow and Newcastle; quite a fuck up. I get there and they say "Don't worry about it, you can change the ticket when you arrive at Larnica". So I get there, and yes, I can change the ticket, for [something like] £140 on a £80 flight, it would have been cheaper for me to pick a new flight with the same airline, than to change the booking.

In the end I told them to go fuck themselves, stayed in cyprus for an extra couple of weeks (at the time, I was still enjoying my trips there), and flew home with BA.

My cousin insists on using Monarch from Luton now, the differance is like £20, but BA saves more than that in the taxi there, and the seats are so much better, and includes food and drink. She's one of these people who has to have it her way though.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:18, Reply)
Balloon fiesta this weekend.
Hot air balloons make the world a happy place. They make the sky less dull.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:17, Reply)
I'm guessing Bristol?

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:18, Reply)
Aye.
Thurs-Sun with a balloon-filled sky AND the Red Arrows on Sunday, I love the Red Arrows. Very exciting.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:20, Reply)
lucky
was still living in Bristol a time back, and that was always a highlight
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:23, Reply)
Bristol people !
exciting. Are either of you going to the Fiesta this year?
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:24, Reply)
yep, if it isn't raining

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:26, Reply)
when is it? what is it?

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:27, Reply)

www.bristolballoonfiesta.co.uk
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:30, Reply)
I'm not a fan of the Balloon Fiesta.
Ashton Court is a nightmare journey at the best of times, but with the bridge shut (it usually is, I assume it's the same this time) it makes the journey far too difficult to consider.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:42, Reply)
My friend Laura just found out she's pregnant.

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:42, Reply)
yay ( I assume)

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:43, Reply)
I'm excited, but it's going to be hard for her.
She's 21, the guy she's with isn't really her boyfriend because his ex is crazy and has already tried to attack her.
He already has 2 kids with the crazy ex and is telling her to get an abortion.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:04, Reply)
the world is too damn complicated

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:09, Reply)
sad times, really
she's a sweet girl and was blinded by love
but now she can see he's a twat, yay and boo in equal measure
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:26, Reply)
my own good thing!
I may have to resort to trouser-removal as a method for dealing with the amount of chinese food that just got delivered - yay!
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:44, Reply)
Just pay the guy for heavens sake

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 21:01, Reply)
I suck at responsible shopping
I came back with water biscuits, gin and ginger beer.
And donuts. I blame Amberl for this.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 18:49, Reply)
were you barefoot?

(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:04, Reply)
No, I had to put shoes on to go to the supermarket
but I am now.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:14, Reply)
yes, I found I couldn't walk around barefoot by the river on saturday because there was broken glass all over
people have a huge lack of respect toward the environment
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:24, Reply)
The grass is horribly dry in our garden, it's a bit painful
It's got a bit better since it started raining over the weekend, but it's still unpleasant. I want to go to the beach.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:33, Reply)
it's the same here, it's been around 40c most of the summer and not rained much
if it weren't for dog poo our grass would be completely brown, now it's just green in spots haha
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:37, Reply)
Oh man, delightful!
I like my garden. It's big enough to sit out in, but small enough to take care of.
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:44, Reply)
we have a huge front yard but the back extends may 15-20 yards then it's all national forest
we've seen 2 bear cubs this summer so far
not good
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:47, Reply)
I'm a lolfatty
you can blame me
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:34, Reply)
No, I'm blaming you for the "Can't watch cop shows without donuts"
And I'm not even watching CSI yet :(
(, Mon 9 Aug 2010, 19:39, Reply)
It's all good in Starfish land.
I have pizza and wine, and the girlfriend fiancee is coming over tomorrow to discuss wedding dates.
(, Tue 10 Aug 2010, 5:18, Reply)

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