Pet Peeves
What makes you angry? Get it off your chest so we can laugh at your impotent rage.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 23:12)
What makes you angry? Get it off your chest so we can laugh at your impotent rage.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 23:12)
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Me.
More precisely when exactly did I turn into an old fart?
I am 33, not too bad is it? not ugly, have a little bit of podge but its being worked on, earn a decent wage and don't dress or act badly so what on earth is going on?
My crimes include.
Golf. I know I shouldn't, and why pick a sport where just the equipment costs an absolute bundle!?!? its terrible, and im not even very good at it! its not like I need to be able to to go on corporate shindigs or anything, I just started playing one day, aaargh.
I tut. And sigh. For no particular reason whatsoever. sometimes one follows the other in quick order. when did this start? what the fuck? god its a slow steady decline to paper doilies and a doll covering up my spare toilet rolls at this rate.
I was down the pub Friday night and was sitting next to a table of Germans playing drinking games. 5 years ago I would have asked what the rules were and joined in, but no, I actually thought "oooh they are going to have a headache in the morning" fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Tourettes couldn't have sworn more after it dawned on me what had just gone through my mind.
All nighters. 15 years ago if I was going out for a good drink and crashing round someones house I would take a toothbrush and a change of pants and sleep on the softest piece of carpet available. Now, christ its a military operation, duvet, pillows, sleeping clothes, a bag of washing gubbins and at least one more entire change of clothes than is strictly required. Im MALE!! its not like I even worry about what to wear, its in my head "you might need them just in case" Im doomed.
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 14:39, 6 replies)
Me.
More precisely when exactly did I turn into an old fart?
I am 33, not too bad is it? not ugly, have a little bit of podge but its being worked on, earn a decent wage and don't dress or act badly so what on earth is going on?
My crimes include.
Golf. I know I shouldn't, and why pick a sport where just the equipment costs an absolute bundle!?!? its terrible, and im not even very good at it! its not like I need to be able to to go on corporate shindigs or anything, I just started playing one day, aaargh.
I tut. And sigh. For no particular reason whatsoever. sometimes one follows the other in quick order. when did this start? what the fuck? god its a slow steady decline to paper doilies and a doll covering up my spare toilet rolls at this rate.
I was down the pub Friday night and was sitting next to a table of Germans playing drinking games. 5 years ago I would have asked what the rules were and joined in, but no, I actually thought "oooh they are going to have a headache in the morning" fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck Tourettes couldn't have sworn more after it dawned on me what had just gone through my mind.
All nighters. 15 years ago if I was going out for a good drink and crashing round someones house I would take a toothbrush and a change of pants and sleep on the softest piece of carpet available. Now, christ its a military operation, duvet, pillows, sleeping clothes, a bag of washing gubbins and at least one more entire change of clothes than is strictly required. Im MALE!! its not like I even worry about what to wear, its in my head "you might need them just in case" Im doomed.
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 14:39, 6 replies)
Oh dear...
I see you ( have a frilly bog-roll holder) and raise you;
a tut and sigh followed by sucking air in through my teeth, simultaneously shaking my head
comfortable shoes from Clarks have long since replaced high-heels for going out
knitting
preferring to stay in on my comfy sofa instead of playing pool and swilling beer down t'pub
er, I'm not going to admit to any more...
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 14:52, closed)
I see you ( have a frilly bog-roll holder) and raise you;
a tut and sigh followed by sucking air in through my teeth, simultaneously shaking my head
comfortable shoes from Clarks have long since replaced high-heels for going out
knitting
preferring to stay in on my comfy sofa instead of playing pool and swilling beer down t'pub
er, I'm not going to admit to any more...
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 14:52, closed)
Blimey
And I thought progress for me was cutting down on what I take to parties. My usual list included a full change of clothes, bath stuff, and a bed roll. Come to think of it, I don't see why this is a bad thing.
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 15:38, closed)
And I thought progress for me was cutting down on what I take to parties. My usual list included a full change of clothes, bath stuff, and a bed roll. Come to think of it, I don't see why this is a bad thing.
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 15:38, closed)
I wouldn't worry
I recently turned 20 and have been doing more than half of those things for quite some time.
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 15:44, closed)
I recently turned 20 and have been doing more than half of those things for quite some time.
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 15:44, closed)
Hmmm...
The real clincher is the age at which you started listening to Radio 4 (there are a lot of B3tan R4 listeners judging by this week's image challenge). The younger you start, the earlier middle age sets in.
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 16:58, closed)
The real clincher is the age at which you started listening to Radio 4 (there are a lot of B3tan R4 listeners judging by this week's image challenge). The younger you start, the earlier middle age sets in.
( , Sun 4 May 2008, 16:58, closed)
'Tis true about Radio 4
I blame Humphries and Naughtie, very argumentative and non-simpering with their guests. Sets you up for the day to take no crap off anyone. Unlike the dross that we have as breakfast TV, with Fiona Phillips sat on a sofa going "Derrrrrrr, I'm blonde, when did you notice your leg had fallen off?"
( , Tue 6 May 2008, 7:55, closed)
I blame Humphries and Naughtie, very argumentative and non-simpering with their guests. Sets you up for the day to take no crap off anyone. Unlike the dross that we have as breakfast TV, with Fiona Phillips sat on a sofa going "Derrrrrrr, I'm blonde, when did you notice your leg had fallen off?"
( , Tue 6 May 2008, 7:55, closed)
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