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Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,785MI6 Agent
Re post 477 by MiniG. here is another way the media bods piss me off. - Contnuity prattle over the theme music, with squashed small credits!!
Casting has always been an interest of mine, and one of my geekier hobbies (yes, that's actually possible!) is collecting MP3s of tv themes. So its extremely annoying when I can't get one because some professional prattler is talking all over it! Worse, they are telling me and everyone else something they could get by pressing the tivo/skybox/Freeview button, or already know. Aaarghh!
Also those annoying "we can sell your property" junk mail leaflets from estate agents. I don't own any property, can't afford to by a shed and have an A4 sign that says No Junk Mail! What does it take?!
Ok, I'm alright now.
This is Thunderbird 2, how can I be of assistance?
When I went back to work in early January I caught a cold. I have been ill since. No sooner does one bug go another takes it's place. And it's not just sniffles. Whatever bug I get seems to emanate from the chemical warfare lab that is my daughter's nursery. Daughter gets a sniffle, goes to nursery, comes home with bubonic plague.
And it's not just me and micro, the wife has been the same. Yes 2014 must be the year of bodily fluids as all I've had coming out my drains is vom, the shites and phlegm. I am literally sick of it.
The latest incarnation of illness started Friday with a slight hard-to-swallow feeling. I'm now laid up with inflamed glans, a constant headache, dizziness, deafness and this morning for the second time in this episode I've produced a marble sized lump of bright yellow gunk. Oh and my neck is killing me as I'm sleeping on the sofa so mrs geff can get some sleep.
The other major pisser was loosing everything on a USB stick (thankfully now recovered), the car needed taxing and repair work so that took a bite out of my arse and now each morning when the hot water comes on it seems Roy Castle has possessed my central heating pipes and enjoys knocking out the last post. Plus we got colder weather coming our way. Great timing Roy.
I've now been up since 5 as even sleeping downstairs I still got woken up by Mr Castle and haven't been able to get some sleep.
I'm fookin knackered PLUS I'm on my week off, now ruined by this bloody bug. Speaking of which, it was micro's first birthday on Sunday. We planned to mark the obviously very special occasion with a full on party for her. We got balloons and banners and cake, candles, presents galore and invited just close family round for it.
Then I got iller, the wife got ill, micro started coughing, father in law got so bad at work he had to go home, the mother in law got it, then brother in law. So I told my mam n sister not to come round as the bash has been put off for a week which went down like a sack of ****.
So never mind, we need to go out and do shopping and mrs has an appointment with the gob doc, afterward I'll treat us to a meal out, nothing fancy but a 2-for-£10 is pretty much it for me right now. So we dropped in on this pub for a meal, got seated with micro in a high chair and then this old couple sat down at the table across the isle....
"Aw isn't she cute, what a lovely baby" commented the old bat. Sadly though her compliments descended into a repeating Groundhog Day style interrogation.
What's her name?
Does she eat well?
Is she a mummy or a daddy's girl?
Does she like food?
Does she eat well?
What's her name?
Does she prefer mummy or daddy?
I had a son, he was 12lb and 6oz
Did she weigh much?
What's her name?
Does she eat well?
This endless quizzing went on for the entirety of our meal and to be honest we just ate up as quick as we could, got micro fed and legged it.
Now don't get me wrong, I respect anyone who's served their country and done their bit, and I was brought up with manners and politeness (who'd have thought eh?) so it confuses the fook out of me when the older generation seem to have bugger all sense and thought for other people.
Complimenting my daughter is fine. Hijacking my only meal out with my family since November though is a complete pisstake. By the time we'd finished I was ready to staple granny's hand to the table with my fork. Fooking silly stupid old bastards.
Well it's time to get up. I've got a gob as dry as a snakes ass in a wagon rut, my head feels like a zeppelin and my neck feels like I've been giving fat bastard a piggy-back. Joy of fookin joys.
you may remember I did a rant about supermarkets complaining that takings where down at Christmas ect
had some good feed back from MG TP ect, now the morons are complaing that theve lost £ 1-5 billion pounds
in un-scanned sales at the self service tills ,Well firstly you havnt lost 1-5 billion ,as you have saved £10 million
on sacking all those staff to make way for self service tills ,when the idiots in charge stop listening to the idiots waving worthless
degrees about (oh but ive been to uni for 5 years ive got a degree in blah blah blah so I know what im talking about) they might start making money again I could go on
) The manager of my local Omniplex cinema told me, The new area manager had a meeting etc about
how to run the cinema business etc. He laughed telling me HE had trained the new area manager and instead
of his 12 years or so experience the new guy had a full six months. ) but he had been to university ) so
He'll know everthing already.
"I've been informed that there ARE a couple of QAnon supporters who are fairly regular posters in AJB."
Seems the norm these days to forget the fact that you can't teach experience
exactly ,but getting back to the £1-5 BILLION ,when did these cretins realise they /have lost such a tremendous
amount of cash, surely all you guys out there,the firms you work for/own you would know if youd lost say half a million ?
but I suppose these highly paid know it alls will still keep their BMW 5 series and bag a big bonus this year,whilst dictating out another usual E-MAIL ,telling all and sundry to cut back on petty cash ,don't take your full lunch for the good of the company
you know im right
I suppose these highly paid know it alls will still keep their BMW 5 series and bag a big bonus this year,whilst dictating out another usual E-MAIL ,telling all and sundry to cut back on petty cash ,don't take your full lunch for the good of the company
Wow. Things are the same all over, aren't they? 8-)
Thunderbird 2East of Cardiff, Wales.Posts: 2,785MI6 Agent
"Unexpected Thief has bagged the area. Police please attend!"
I have stopped using certain branches of the supermarket stores because of those bloody things, and the one staff member left over has the customer skills of a festering turd.
The management mentality of "I'm right every time because I'm the boss" has caused so much chaos and misery its terrifying. What's worse, is nothing ever changes.
This is Thunderbird 2, how can I be of assistance?
"Unexpected Thief has bagged the area. Police please attend!"
I have stopped using certain branches of the supermarket stores because of those bloody things, and the one staff member left over has the customer skills of a festering turd.
The management mentality of "I'm right every time because I'm the boss" has caused so much chaos and misery its terrifying. What's worse, is nothing ever changes.
God you've tipped the scales now TB2, it's RANT TIME!!!!
It's been niggling me now for ages. 'Express checkouts'. There is nothing 'express' about them.
"Please put the item in the bag." "Please put the item in the bag." "Please replace item in the bagging area.", "please wait for an assistant." X-(
Then lurch comes along. There's no "can I help", "everything ok?" (Obviously not) but instead, Lurch just barges in, swipes his card which magically fixes the issue and he's off to solve some other express checkout mystery elsewhere.
Now don't get me wrong, machines are great. Robotic production lines knock out thousands of components an hour, sat nav systems lead us over cliffs and into the sea, smartphones allow us to surf porn without the wife knowing. But what's the point in having a machine to save on having the human element there, when a human needs to be there to keep fixing it? Just put a human in the machines place!!
The worst of these cases is in the bank. In the old days there used to be a row of pretty cashiers who you actually spoke to, they spoke back, you asked them to do something, like say, pay in a cheque, and they actually did it, then they have you a receipt, AND they then said something like "thank you, have a good day." Then 'progress' came and Sarah, Rachel and Amanda got replaced with a bank (no pun intended) of 'automated' machines. I now have to take our my wallet, take a paying in slip, write in the details, count up the cheques and cash in plain view of everyone, then queue for a machine with a wad of notes in my hand, juggle bank card, paying in slip, cash and cheques, place the notes in the machine the right way round, place the cheques the right way round and in the right order with the paying in slip on the bottom of the stack, get half the items returned for no reason, then repeat until an assistant comes along who then directs me round the corner to Sarah, the cashier. Wtf.
On preparing for micro's birthday bash attempt #2, the mrs wants some balloons hanging up.
"They'll look good on the end of the curtain pole, I'll get the washing basket."
Perplexed by this statement I wait in the lounge for the wife to return, washing basket under arm and balloons in hand.
"This'll help you reach the pole" says the wife.
Now I'm no physics expert or anywhere close to carol voderman with figures, but I'm willing to bet a months wage that the washing basket, upturned, will not take my weight.
"It will love, just get a foot either side."
"No, I'm pretty sure this is a bad idea."
This eternal train of conversation continues for a few moments until I think 'fook it, do as the woman says, if anything it'll hopefully sort the balloon issue out.'
"That's it, a foot on each corner should do it, to spread the weight." Encourages er in doors, who's now become some sort of expert in loads and weight distribution.
Steadying myself against the window frame, I place a foot on one corner of the upturned washing basket and slowly and very gingerly apply weight....
Crump.
Ow.
It's either the split toenail or a piece of polymer warfare shrapnel embedded in my toe that causes the sharp pain which accompanies each movement of the left foot.
Oh and now I have to go buy another washing basket.
Breivik, the Norwegian terrorist threathens to start a hunger strike if he doesn't get a Playstation 3. He says his Playstation 2 has too few games and claims the conditions in jail are "torture-like".
He has no shame.
Breivik, the Norwegian terrorist threathens to start a hunger strike if he doesn't get a Playstation 3. He says his Playstation 2 has too few games and claims the conditions in jail are "torture-like".
He has no shame.
I'd take his play station 2 and replace it with a Sega Saturn.
He says he only gets childish games. If there is one person who should never again play 1st person shooter, it's him. I imagine prison guards would nearly puke if they saw him playing Medal of Honour or something. He actually awarded himself a "martyr gift" before he murdered all those youths: one year of sitting in his mother's house playing computer games.
Breivik, the Norwegian terrorist threathens to start a hunger strike if he doesn't get a Playstation 3. He says his Playstation 2 has too few games and claims the conditions in jail are "torture-like".
He has no shame.
I'd take his play station 2 and replace it with a Sega Saturn.
Give him the Atari 2600
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im more of a Sindy man myself
Idiots.
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The best doll to get is divorce Barbie as she comes with, ..........
Ken's money, Ken's car, Ken's house ................ ;%
Casting has always been an interest of mine, and one of my geekier hobbies (yes, that's actually possible!) is collecting MP3s of tv themes. So its extremely annoying when I can't get one because some professional prattler is talking all over it! Worse, they are telling me and everyone else something they could get by pressing the tivo/skybox/Freeview button, or already know. Aaarghh!
Also those annoying "we can sell your property" junk mail leaflets from estate agents. I don't own any property, can't afford to by a shed and have an A4 sign that says No Junk Mail! What does it take?!
Ok, I'm alright now.
is a sickening statistic. X-(
are they freemasons ha ha (quick run sir miles is coming)
#1.TLD/LTK 2.TND 3.GF 4.GE 5.DN 6.FYEO 7.FRWL 8.TMWTGG 9.TWINE 10.YOLT/QOS
When I went back to work in early January I caught a cold. I have been ill since. No sooner does one bug go another takes it's place. And it's not just sniffles. Whatever bug I get seems to emanate from the chemical warfare lab that is my daughter's nursery. Daughter gets a sniffle, goes to nursery, comes home with bubonic plague.
And it's not just me and micro, the wife has been the same. Yes 2014 must be the year of bodily fluids as all I've had coming out my drains is vom, the shites and phlegm. I am literally sick of it.
The latest incarnation of illness started Friday with a slight hard-to-swallow feeling. I'm now laid up with inflamed glans, a constant headache, dizziness, deafness and this morning for the second time in this episode I've produced a marble sized lump of bright yellow gunk. Oh and my neck is killing me as I'm sleeping on the sofa so mrs geff can get some sleep.
The other major pisser was loosing everything on a USB stick (thankfully now recovered), the car needed taxing and repair work so that took a bite out of my arse and now each morning when the hot water comes on it seems Roy Castle has possessed my central heating pipes and enjoys knocking out the last post. Plus we got colder weather coming our way. Great timing Roy.
I've now been up since 5 as even sleeping downstairs I still got woken up by Mr Castle and haven't been able to get some sleep.
I'm fookin knackered PLUS I'm on my week off, now ruined by this bloody bug. Speaking of which, it was micro's first birthday on Sunday. We planned to mark the obviously very special occasion with a full on party for her. We got balloons and banners and cake, candles, presents galore and invited just close family round for it.
Then I got iller, the wife got ill, micro started coughing, father in law got so bad at work he had to go home, the mother in law got it, then brother in law. So I told my mam n sister not to come round as the bash has been put off for a week which went down like a sack of ****.
So never mind, we need to go out and do shopping and mrs has an appointment with the gob doc, afterward I'll treat us to a meal out, nothing fancy but a 2-for-£10 is pretty much it for me right now. So we dropped in on this pub for a meal, got seated with micro in a high chair and then this old couple sat down at the table across the isle....
"Aw isn't she cute, what a lovely baby" commented the old bat. Sadly though her compliments descended into a repeating Groundhog Day style interrogation.
What's her name?
Does she eat well?
Is she a mummy or a daddy's girl?
Does she like food?
Does she eat well?
What's her name?
Does she prefer mummy or daddy?
I had a son, he was 12lb and 6oz
Did she weigh much?
What's her name?
Does she eat well?
This endless quizzing went on for the entirety of our meal and to be honest we just ate up as quick as we could, got micro fed and legged it.
Now don't get me wrong, I respect anyone who's served their country and done their bit, and I was brought up with manners and politeness (who'd have thought eh?) so it confuses the fook out of me when the older generation seem to have bugger all sense and thought for other people.
Complimenting my daughter is fine. Hijacking my only meal out with my family since November though is a complete pisstake. By the time we'd finished I was ready to staple granny's hand to the table with my fork. Fooking silly stupid old bastards.
Well it's time to get up. I've got a gob as dry as a snakes ass in a wagon rut, my head feels like a zeppelin and my neck feels like I've been giving fat bastard a piggy-back. Joy of fookin joys.
Oh and now I gotta go find a plumber.
Yay for 2014....
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Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
Vive le droit à la libre expression! Je suis Charlie!
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had some good feed back from MG TP ect, now the morons are complaing that theve lost £ 1-5 billion pounds
in un-scanned sales at the self service tills ,Well firstly you havnt lost 1-5 billion ,as you have saved £10 million
on sacking all those staff to make way for self service tills ,when the idiots in charge stop listening to the idiots waving worthless
degrees about (oh but ive been to uni for 5 years ive got a degree in blah blah blah so I know what im talking about) they might start making money again I could go on
how to run the cinema business etc. He laughed telling me HE had trained the new area manager and instead
of his 12 years or so experience the new guy had a full six months.
He'll know everthing already.
Vive le droit à la libre expression! Je suis Charlie!
www.helpforheroes.org.uk
www.cancerresearchuk.org
exactly ,but getting back to the £1-5 BILLION ,when did these cretins realise they /have lost such a tremendous
amount of cash, surely all you guys out there,the firms you work for/own you would know if youd lost say half a million ?
but I suppose these highly paid know it alls will still keep their BMW 5 series and bag a big bonus this year,whilst dictating out another usual E-MAIL ,telling all and sundry to cut back on petty cash ,don't take your full lunch for the good of the company
you know im right
#1.TLD/LTK 2.TND 3.GF 4.GE 5.DN 6.FYEO 7.FRWL 8.TMWTGG 9.TWINE 10.YOLT/QOS
I have stopped using certain branches of the supermarket stores because of those bloody things, and the one staff member left over has the customer skills of a festering turd.
The management mentality of "I'm right every time because I'm the boss" has caused so much chaos and misery its terrifying. What's worse, is nothing ever changes.
God you've tipped the scales now TB2, it's RANT TIME!!!!
It's been niggling me now for ages. 'Express checkouts'. There is nothing 'express' about them.
"Please put the item in the bag." "Please put the item in the bag." "Please replace item in the bagging area.", "please wait for an assistant." X-(
Then lurch comes along. There's no "can I help", "everything ok?" (Obviously not) but instead, Lurch just barges in, swipes his card which magically fixes the issue and he's off to solve some other express checkout mystery elsewhere.
Now don't get me wrong, machines are great. Robotic production lines knock out thousands of components an hour, sat nav systems lead us over cliffs and into the sea, smartphones allow us to surf porn without the wife knowing. But what's the point in having a machine to save on having the human element there, when a human needs to be there to keep fixing it? Just put a human in the machines place!!
The worst of these cases is in the bank. In the old days there used to be a row of pretty cashiers who you actually spoke to, they spoke back, you asked them to do something, like say, pay in a cheque, and they actually did it, then they have you a receipt, AND they then said something like "thank you, have a good day." Then 'progress' came and Sarah, Rachel and Amanda got replaced with a bank (no pun intended) of 'automated' machines. I now have to take our my wallet, take a paying in slip, write in the details, count up the cheques and cash in plain view of everyone, then queue for a machine with a wad of notes in my hand, juggle bank card, paying in slip, cash and cheques, place the notes in the machine the right way round, place the cheques the right way round and in the right order with the paying in slip on the bottom of the stack, get half the items returned for no reason, then repeat until an assistant comes along who then directs me round the corner to Sarah, the cashier. Wtf.
Vive le droit à la libre expression! Je suis Charlie!
www.helpforheroes.org.uk
www.cancerresearchuk.org
Women.
On preparing for micro's birthday bash attempt #2, the mrs wants some balloons hanging up.
"They'll look good on the end of the curtain pole, I'll get the washing basket."
Perplexed by this statement I wait in the lounge for the wife to return, washing basket under arm and balloons in hand.
"This'll help you reach the pole" says the wife.
Now I'm no physics expert or anywhere close to carol voderman with figures, but I'm willing to bet a months wage that the washing basket, upturned, will not take my weight.
"It will love, just get a foot either side."
"No, I'm pretty sure this is a bad idea."
This eternal train of conversation continues for a few moments until I think 'fook it, do as the woman says, if anything it'll hopefully sort the balloon issue out.'
"That's it, a foot on each corner should do it, to spread the weight." Encourages er in doors, who's now become some sort of expert in loads and weight distribution.
Steadying myself against the window frame, I place a foot on one corner of the upturned washing basket and slowly and very gingerly apply weight....
Crump.
Ow.
It's either the split toenail or a piece of polymer warfare shrapnel embedded in my toe that causes the sharp pain which accompanies each movement of the left foot.
Oh and now I have to go buy another washing basket.
Why did I even bother listening?
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Because, at some distant point..you might want sex again...that's why....
You certainly don't listen to women for logic
But yeah.....
#1.TLD/LTK 2.TND 3.GF 4.GE 5.DN 6.FYEO 7.FRWL 8.TMWTGG 9.TWINE 10.YOLT/QOS
He has no shame.
I'd take his play station 2 and replace it with a Sega Saturn.
Vive le droit à la libre expression! Je suis Charlie!
www.helpforheroes.org.uk
www.cancerresearchuk.org
Give him the Atari 2600
Then I'd hang him.
Then I'd shoot him with a challenger 2 tank.
Vive le droit à la libre expression! Je suis Charlie!
www.helpforheroes.org.uk
www.cancerresearchuk.org