Useless advice
As a new parent, people seem to think it's OK to pass on any and every old wives tale possible. "Don't hug him too much". What? Quite what possesses people to pass on baseless, idiotic, useless advice I don't know.
That said, I quite often give car drivers directions and then, after they've moved off, realise that I've sent them down a bike-only route, so I can give as good as I get.
What useless advice have you been given (or handed out) recently?
( , Thu 19 Oct 2006, 10:29)
As a new parent, people seem to think it's OK to pass on any and every old wives tale possible. "Don't hug him too much". What? Quite what possesses people to pass on baseless, idiotic, useless advice I don't know.
That said, I quite often give car drivers directions and then, after they've moved off, realise that I've sent them down a bike-only route, so I can give as good as I get.
What useless advice have you been given (or handed out) recently?
( , Thu 19 Oct 2006, 10:29)
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Ignored advice
Not so much bad advice, more completely ignored advice.
I'm driving along with my friend Andy and two other friends, Andy driving, me navigating and giving directions. It doesn't help that Andy endlessly quotes things from sci-fi programmes (often ones no-one except him has ever seen) and he usually ignores all instructions and finds his way by 'zen navigation'.
So, with my mapreading confirming that the route ahead is straight on at a rapidly approaching junction (and our destination clearly signposted as straight on), I told him "Straight".
"You bet I am!" He replied, turning right into a cul-de-sac. No idea why. On asking him why he had done that, he said "Driving to Manchester ain't like dusting crops kid."
I know that sounds made up, but sometimes real life has perfect comic timing. On the same trip on making the return journey, three of us are wating in the car for the last of our mates who is footering about and generally taking ages to get in the car. After a suitable period of helpful hectoring and badgering, fourth mate finally gets in the car. "Finally, thank christ" we all say. Andy turns the ignition key which starts the radio which by sheer luck happens to be playing the Hallelujah chorus. "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!".
( , Tue 24 Oct 2006, 11:22, Reply)
Not so much bad advice, more completely ignored advice.
I'm driving along with my friend Andy and two other friends, Andy driving, me navigating and giving directions. It doesn't help that Andy endlessly quotes things from sci-fi programmes (often ones no-one except him has ever seen) and he usually ignores all instructions and finds his way by 'zen navigation'.
So, with my mapreading confirming that the route ahead is straight on at a rapidly approaching junction (and our destination clearly signposted as straight on), I told him "Straight".
"You bet I am!" He replied, turning right into a cul-de-sac. No idea why. On asking him why he had done that, he said "Driving to Manchester ain't like dusting crops kid."
I know that sounds made up, but sometimes real life has perfect comic timing. On the same trip on making the return journey, three of us are wating in the car for the last of our mates who is footering about and generally taking ages to get in the car. After a suitable period of helpful hectoring and badgering, fourth mate finally gets in the car. "Finally, thank christ" we all say. Andy turns the ignition key which starts the radio which by sheer luck happens to be playing the Hallelujah chorus. "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!".
( , Tue 24 Oct 2006, 11:22, Reply)
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