Allright, so you've bought the boxset. Now you want to know that first movie's duration. (maybe you have something crazy to do after. Like say, work)
You look and see ... 389 minutes. The total sum of all discs.
Wonderful. That helps me a lot.
Well, if this is the extended edition of the Lord Of the Rings, the 389 minutes would be the total sum of the first movie ( ). The other two movies are about the same length. hope this helps. )
Some people would complain even if you hang them with a new rope
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I just discovered another Pet Peeve of mine while out and about tonight. Heelz. If you don't know what these are they're regular shoes with a wheel in the heel. Kids should be told not to "skate" on these things indoors, but they do and the parents don't care. It chaps my hide to turn a corner and have a kid skate into you. The kid falls down and the parent gives you a dirty look. I'd like to see these things banned altogether. I don't think people realize they can be dangerous.
Some people would complain even if you hang them with a new rope
I just discovered another Pet Peeve of mine while out and about tonight. Heelz.
Amen, brother--I absolutely HATE those things, and a secret fantasy of mine is to trip one of those kids. As the Cowardly Lion sang, if I only had the noive. . .
I just discovered another Pet Peeve of mine while out and about tonight. Heelz.
Amen, brother--I absolutely HATE those things, and a secret fantasy of mine is to trip one of those kids. As the Cowardly Lion sang, if I only had the noive. . .
OMIGOSH yes. the damn things swerve in front of me all the time...
I just discovered another Pet Peeve of mine while out and about tonight. Heelz. If you don't know what these are they're regular shoes with a wheel in the heel. Kids should be told not to "skate" on these things indoors, but they do and the parents don't care. It chaps my hide to turn a corner and have a kid skate into you. The kid falls down and the parent gives you a dirty look. I'd like to see these things banned altogether. I don't think people realize they can be dangerous.
Agreed. I remember all those damn kids at Wal-Mart with a reckless disregard for other peoples' well being, skating on those "Heelz". They need a good ass whippin'.
Windows Office 2007!
That's why I have "converted" to Mac recently....
Another thing is, that since we have a strict non-smoking laws in restaurants, I have to walk thru a "wall" of smoke when entering such or a subway station.
My father in law died recently of lung cancer and I am trying to avoid all kind of smoke. I am a non-smoker for all of my life though.
President of the 'Misty Eyes Club'.
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
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Internal auditors X-(
I've worked 30 hours in two days to prepare... And another 15 or so tomorrow
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Here's something that cheeses me off about some recent DVD releases: you click on "Deleted and Extended Scenes" and you end up with a 90-minute alternate cut of the movie itself. I just want to see what ended up on the editing room floor, not watch the movie a second time!
I just discovered another Pet Peeve of mine while out and about tonight. Heelz.
Amen, brother--I absolutely HATE those things, and a secret fantasy of mine is to trip one of those kids. As the Cowardly Lion sang, if I only had the noive. . .
OMIGOSH yes. the damn things swerve in front of me all the time...
You guys should move to the UK. They were pretty big here a couple of years ago but were banned from just about every shopping centre and supermarket within months.
Usually I like foxes, or the idea of them in a suburban setting.
Last night I was awoken by a fox attacking its prey. Charming. It's this bird taken by surprise and it starts screeching and kavetching like something out of a torture porn movie. The bird's mate (and family) are awoken and they all start making a noise and a flurry in shock and distress. This goes on for minutes while a domestic tragedy is played out metres from your bedroom window. No, the fox doesn't kill its prey, but lets it contemplate its fate for around quarter of an hour and the screeching goes on and on and you feel like some scumbag for not going out and intervening. The fox moves a few blocks away, you still hear the bird's screeching death throes.
I mean, imagine if you were trying it on with a bird of your own in bed around that time. Would certainly put the mockers on it...
Usually I like foxes, or the idea of them in a suburban setting.
Last night I was awoken by a fox attacking its prey. Charming. It's this bird taken by surprise and it starts screeching and kavetching like something out of a torture porn movie. The bird's mate (and family) are awoken and they all start making a noise and a flurry in shock and distress. This goes on for minutes while a domestic tragedy is played out metres from your bedroom window. No, the fox doesn't kill its prey, but lets it contemplate its fate for around quarter of an hour and the screeching goes on and on and you feel like some scumbag for not going out and intervening. The fox moves a few blocks away, you still hear the bird's screeching death throes.
I wouldn't feel too bad, since it is perfectly natural what happened. It may not be nice or pleasant, but that's nature for you.
I mean, imagine if you were trying it on with a bird of your own in bed around that time. Would certainly put the mockers on it...
) Typical NP comment.
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
Anyway, I don't suppose it would have annoyed your gal, what with her DVD proclivities!
touché. )
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
She's called Gemma? "Names is for the Child Support Agency baby!" as Mr Big almost said.
Well, I like to know these things. They are extremely important. :v
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
and apparently there is nothing natural about those breasts
You really know how to spoil things. :v )
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
Sorry Dan but I just didn't want you to be disappointed )
That's very considerate of you. )
"He’s a man way out there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine. And when they start not smiling back—that’s an earthquake. and then you get yourself a couple of spots on your hat, and you’re finished. Nobody dast blame this man. A salesman is got to dream, boy. It comes with the territory." Death of a Salesman
Lawyers - About two years ago I was invited to participate in a class action lawsuit by a law firm who claimed to be representing all the parties harmed in the WorldCom accounting scandal. For those of you who do not know, WorldCom was a high flying telecommunication company that misrepresented their earnings. They claimed to be earning ever growing earnings when actually they were earning nothing. Since I owned stock in the company, I was one of the harmed parties. I agreed to participate in the lawsuit and filled out all the paperwork. I then had to fill out more paperwork and send copies of all my brokerage statements showing the purchases of the stock. Well recently I received my settlement, 12 cents. That's right all of 12 cents. I spent way more than that on postage. When I read the settlement notice I realized why I only received a few pennies, the law firm was awarded tens of millions dollars, which of course left little for the parties involved in the fraud. What really annoyed me was the letter from the law firm that said how happy they were to have reached a settlement on behalf of all the harmed parties. I sure they were happy, they got all the money. X-(
Probably far too many to mention, and some already have been, but...
- Those who cruise through a door held open for them, or flashed to come forward past an obstruction on their side of the road while you wait, only to stare right past you as if you were invisible. Sometimes, just sometimes, I'm quick enough to let that door go or move the car forward in time to remind them it's not being held open by magic.
- People who drive everywhere at 40mph. Oh, you might think I'm dangerous because I'd quite like to navigate the Ayrshire A roads at 60, but thumping through the streets of Largs at 40mph is quite a bit worse.
- Those who are very slow, or even need reminding, that it's their round at the pub.
- Supermarket shopping.
- Old people shopping in supermarkets when I've just nipped in after work. I've got a lot of time for old people and we really should value them more, but for God's sake DO YOUR SHOPPING AT 10AM WHEN MOST PEOPLE ARE AT WORK.
- Low fares, no frills airlines. Specifically Ryanair.
- Those who moan about Ryanair when they've happily paid 2p for their flight, when they find out that they've arrived in a field in rural France when the airport was advertised as Paris. It's cheap for a reason, people.
- Inane statements used by newsreaders to pad or point out the bleedin' obvious.
- Ignorant tourists. Like the one I encountered at the filling station today at lunch, from a land that I shall not identify. I was in my hi-viz work jacket because it was chucking down. Gentleman from the hire car next to me exclaims "Are you gonna fill this or what?" "Eh, no." You know, we are friendly in this part of the world, and we'll bend over backwards to welcome you and make your stay a happy one, but when you rant about "tiny stick-shift cars on the wrong side of the road" and dismiss the smiling attendant at the "worst service station in the western world" because it doesn't have a 'restroom', during her directions to where the nearest one is, then we'll quickly develop a preference for you to get your obese form back on your plane and never darken our shores again.
- Yobbish Brits abroad, generally those on lads/lassies holidays who are only interested in getting inebriated, vomitting out their spleen and catching venerial disease. I'd like to say don't come back, but I wouldn't inflict you on the locals (see point above).
- Social nationalism. I love my country dearly, but there's a lot wrong with it and there's a lot of undesirables in it. Does being one of 5 million make me any better than one in 290m? No. And vice versa. Political nationalism isn't a pet peeve, it's a deep seated rage-stirring loathing.
- The Daily Mail. If the illegal immigrants aren't going to get you, Cheryl Cole's cellulite might. That's if you've not hung yourself because your house is worthless and there's no hope for you, or you've thrown yourself out of the window because the ghost of Princess Diana has driven you mad.
- The Guardian. Oh it might convince you that you're interesting because you read it, but people avoid you at parties because you're boring.
- The new AJB, to be honest. Still not got used to it, still missing a lot of old bits. Lost my flag signature for example, and I can't remember the url for it since it was the perfect size. And other things.
- Staff in an exclusive shop that have one serious attitude problem. Really makes me want to say "I can afford the stuff, can you?" Granted, it may have looked like I've just fallen out of bed, but I'm in there for a reason. Same goes for those who work in trendy bars and appear bothered or frustrated because you've just asked them to work, and waited 10 minutes to do so while they chatted to their friend or polished a glass. Generally why I avoid such establishments.
- Patronising champagne socialists like our deputy PM Harriett Harman, Bird Brain-in-Chief when Gordy's not around. I'm quite the feminist, but as soon as she opens her mouth she p!sses all over her own point. Also, all you little classes, Ms Harman knows what's best for you, and it's not private schooling when it comes to your kids. It's OK for hers, though.
- Those who don't know the difference between immigration and the element who refuse to accept, or wish to force a change on, our ways of life. There are quite a number of genuine immigrants who can make a real difference here and wish to embrace our culture in full. Besides, a lot of those intolerants were actually born here, more's the worry. It's just a shame that we can't make a fair swap of the genuine ones for the antisocial louts harrassing grannies on street corners in the evenings or doing doughnuts in the shorefront car park in a day-glo green Citroen Saxo with an exhaust bigger than the Channel Tunnel.
- People who look at me like my face is suddenly melting when I say "I'm not really interested in football to be honest"
- People who look at me like I've just personally given them cancer because I work in the civil nuclear industry, or worse, look at me like I started the Iraq war because I used to work in the military nuclear industry.
- Alarm clocks with a hideous electronic shreeking or bleeping. My mobile phone wakes me up to waves crashing over rocks. And contrary to what most people think, it doesn't make me want to pee, because I wake up wanting to pee anyway, alarm or not.
Cheers Hardy! Going to try and be around a little more, but it's been hard to find the motivation.
I've thought of a couple more.
- My car at this moment in time. OK, I may have made out to Audi on the phone that it's an unreliable rot box that's leaving a trail of debris on the road, which is a slight over exaggeration, but I would like it to decide when it needs a service - and that's most certainly not less than 6 weeks after a £390 oil change. Bit peeving when it's been back to the dealer 4 times in a year to switch off the bloody service light.
- Ecomentalists. Now, I recycle, I realise that we're facing some challenging times, man made or not, but some reason really needs to be brought into it. No new nuclear, no new coal (the latter I do agree with, dirty smelly stuff). So we'll all be powered by the hideous windmills that pepper every hill in the once beautiful Scottish landscape, but only 50% of the time because it's too windy or not windy enough the rest of the time. Let the brown outs commence, that's what I say. And why should a few thousand people be crucified and burned because they're in a tiny majority who can afford a Range Rover, while 1bn Indians can buy a Hindustan Contessa with all the environmental credentials of the 1978 Vauxhall Victor it's based on? Seriously, break down the long term environmental impact - and I really mean it - of a Toyota Prius against a Jaguar XJ twin turbo diesel. It will frighten you. Greenwashing, it's called. Oh, and those headcases at Plane Stupid together with those who buy houses in the flight path of a major international airport and then want it closed. Specifically Emma Thompson, placard waving outside T5. Jetted off to any exotic award ceremonies recently, luv? Hypocrites.
- British roadworks. Clearly planned on drunken nights out, and well co-ordinated between the utility and telecommunications companies, so they're always digging up the same spot.
- The British media who suddenly forget that the rest of the UK exists beyond Engerland during major sporting events.
- Train fares. Yes, much of the network has improved considerably and moved into the 20th Century, but it's still not worth selling your kidney to make a trip to Euston on a Virgin Pendolino.
- The Nanny State. I'm a big boy, I behave well and stay out of trouble. Please don't tell me what to eat and drink, and when to do it. Please don't tell me that if I don't do some exercise, I might die younger. Please just eff off and leave me alone. Public information films used to be fun, like where to bury a body in the event of a nuclear blast, or not to climb up pylons to get your frisbee back, or not to pat foreign doggies because they were all rabid, or not to go near ponds unless Rolf Harris has taught you to swim and not to take sweeties off creepy old guys in macs. A picture of a mashed kebab on the road won't stop me from going out and having a few pints with the lads on a Saturday night, sorry. (Oh and you can talk, Ms Sturgeon, I remember meeting you after several pinot grigios in Glasgow's west end...)
- The fact our esteemed Justice Secretary, Kenny MacAskill, who's suddenly found himself out of his depth in the international spotlight, once spent a night behind bars in London during a Scotland v England football match for drunk and disorderly and shouting anti-English slurs. Not quite the previous experience of the justice system I think we were looking for. 8-)
- And finally, Hollywood films that seriously distort history for entertainment, and worse, those who believe them. U-571 and Braveheart come to mind immediately, but there are more.
Day after day, on the morning commute, and the evening drive home, I am constantly stopped by traffic lights for invisible traffic.
I sit, in my car, waiting and waiting. Then i wait a little more. And no cars come through the junction. I sit, looking at the red light. The road is empty. I get annoyed and have to wait.
Why doesn't the UK adopt the american tactic of being able to turn on a red light?
I work in a place where many people travel from surrounding cities and towns, and alot of people comment on how bad it is in my city, it really is appalling.
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Well, if this is the extended edition of the Lord Of the Rings, the 389 minutes would be the total sum of the first movie (
Amen, brother--I absolutely HATE those things, and a secret fantasy of mine is to trip one of those kids. As the Cowardly Lion sang, if I only had the noive. . .
OMIGOSH yes. the damn things swerve in front of me all the time...
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Agreed. I remember all those damn kids at Wal-Mart with a reckless disregard for other peoples' well being, skating on those "Heelz". They need a good ass whippin'.
Both a pet peeve and a rant. Now I feel better.
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That's why I have "converted" to Mac recently....
Another thing is, that since we have a strict non-smoking laws in restaurants, I have to walk thru a "wall" of smoke when entering such or a subway station.
My father in law died recently of lung cancer and I am trying to avoid all kind of smoke. I am a non-smoker for all of my life though.
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
I've worked 30 hours in two days to prepare...
"I am not an entrant in the Shakespeare Stakes." - Ian Fleming
"Screw 'em." - Daniel Craig, The Best James Bond EverTM
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You guys should move to the UK. They were pretty big here a couple of years ago but were banned from just about every shopping centre and supermarket within months.
As a result, you hardly see them now.
Usually I like foxes, or the idea of them in a suburban setting.
Last night I was awoken by a fox attacking its prey. Charming. It's this bird taken by surprise and it starts screeching and kavetching like something out of a torture porn movie. The bird's mate (and family) are awoken and they all start making a noise and a flurry in shock and distress. This goes on for minutes while a domestic tragedy is played out metres from your bedroom window. No, the fox doesn't kill its prey, but lets it contemplate its fate for around quarter of an hour and the screeching goes on and on and you feel like some scumbag for not going out and intervening. The fox moves a few blocks away, you still hear the bird's screeching death throes.
I mean, imagine if you were trying it on with a bird of your own in bed around that time. Would certainly put the mockers on it...
Roger Moore 1927-2017
No, this is nature for me:
Nice AND pleasant too!
Anyway, I don't suppose it would have annoyed your gal, what with her DVD proclivities!
Roger Moore 1927-2017
touché.
Roger Moore 1927-2017
(dribble)
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
As a side note .... her name is Gemma Atkinson and apparently there is nothing natural about those breasts
Sorry Dan but I just didn't want you to be disappointed
noooooooo, Lady Rose that is cruel!
Dalton - the weak and weepy Bond!
- Those who cruise through a door held open for them, or flashed to come forward past an obstruction on their side of the road while you wait, only to stare right past you as if you were invisible. Sometimes, just sometimes, I'm quick enough to let that door go or move the car forward in time to remind them it's not being held open by magic.
- People who drive everywhere at 40mph. Oh, you might think I'm dangerous because I'd quite like to navigate the Ayrshire A roads at 60, but thumping through the streets of Largs at 40mph is quite a bit worse.
- Those who are very slow, or even need reminding, that it's their round at the pub.
- Supermarket shopping.
- Old people shopping in supermarkets when I've just nipped in after work. I've got a lot of time for old people and we really should value them more, but for God's sake DO YOUR SHOPPING AT 10AM WHEN MOST PEOPLE ARE AT WORK.
- Low fares, no frills airlines. Specifically Ryanair.
- Those who moan about Ryanair when they've happily paid 2p for their flight, when they find out that they've arrived in a field in rural France when the airport was advertised as Paris. It's cheap for a reason, people.
- Inane statements used by newsreaders to pad or point out the bleedin' obvious.
- Ignorant tourists. Like the one I encountered at the filling station today at lunch, from a land that I shall not identify. I was in my hi-viz work jacket because it was chucking down. Gentleman from the hire car next to me exclaims "Are you gonna fill this or what?" "Eh, no." You know, we are friendly in this part of the world, and we'll bend over backwards to welcome you and make your stay a happy one, but when you rant about "tiny stick-shift cars on the wrong side of the road" and dismiss the smiling attendant at the "worst service station in the western world" because it doesn't have a 'restroom', during her directions to where the nearest one is, then we'll quickly develop a preference for you to get your obese form back on your plane and never darken our shores again.
- Yobbish Brits abroad, generally those on lads/lassies holidays who are only interested in getting inebriated, vomitting out their spleen and catching venerial disease. I'd like to say don't come back, but I wouldn't inflict you on the locals (see point above).
- Social nationalism. I love my country dearly, but there's a lot wrong with it and there's a lot of undesirables in it. Does being one of 5 million make me any better than one in 290m? No. And vice versa. Political nationalism isn't a pet peeve, it's a deep seated rage-stirring loathing.
- The Daily Mail. If the illegal immigrants aren't going to get you, Cheryl Cole's cellulite might. That's if you've not hung yourself because your house is worthless and there's no hope for you, or you've thrown yourself out of the window because the ghost of Princess Diana has driven you mad.
- The Guardian. Oh it might convince you that you're interesting because you read it, but people avoid you at parties because you're boring.
- The new AJB, to be honest. Still not got used to it, still missing a lot of old bits. Lost my flag signature for example, and I can't remember the url for it since it was the perfect size. And other things.
- Staff in an exclusive shop that have one serious attitude problem. Really makes me want to say "I can afford the stuff, can you?" Granted, it may have looked like I've just fallen out of bed, but I'm in there for a reason. Same goes for those who work in trendy bars and appear bothered or frustrated because you've just asked them to work, and waited 10 minutes to do so while they chatted to their friend or polished a glass. Generally why I avoid such establishments.
- Patronising champagne socialists like our deputy PM Harriett Harman, Bird Brain-in-Chief when Gordy's not around. I'm quite the feminist, but as soon as she opens her mouth she p!sses all over her own point. Also, all you little classes, Ms Harman knows what's best for you, and it's not private schooling when it comes to your kids. It's OK for hers, though.
- Those who don't know the difference between immigration and the element who refuse to accept, or wish to force a change on, our ways of life. There are quite a number of genuine immigrants who can make a real difference here and wish to embrace our culture in full. Besides, a lot of those intolerants were actually born here, more's the worry. It's just a shame that we can't make a fair swap of the genuine ones for the antisocial louts harrassing grannies on street corners in the evenings or doing doughnuts in the shorefront car park in a day-glo green Citroen Saxo with an exhaust bigger than the Channel Tunnel.
- People who look at me like my face is suddenly melting when I say "I'm not really interested in football to be honest"
- People who look at me like I've just personally given them cancer because I work in the civil nuclear industry, or worse, look at me like I started the Iraq war because I used to work in the military nuclear industry.
- Alarm clocks with a hideous electronic shreeking or bleeping. My mobile phone wakes me up to waves crashing over rocks. And contrary to what most people think, it doesn't make me want to pee, because I wake up wanting to pee anyway, alarm or not.
That's probably enough, I feel better.
I've thought of a couple more.
- My car at this moment in time. OK, I may have made out to Audi on the phone that it's an unreliable rot box that's leaving a trail of debris on the road, which is a slight over exaggeration, but I would like it to decide when it needs a service - and that's most certainly not less than 6 weeks after a £390 oil change. Bit peeving when it's been back to the dealer 4 times in a year to switch off the bloody service light.
- Ecomentalists. Now, I recycle, I realise that we're facing some challenging times, man made or not, but some reason really needs to be brought into it. No new nuclear, no new coal (the latter I do agree with, dirty smelly stuff). So we'll all be powered by the hideous windmills that pepper every hill in the once beautiful Scottish landscape, but only 50% of the time because it's too windy or not windy enough the rest of the time. Let the brown outs commence, that's what I say. And why should a few thousand people be crucified and burned because they're in a tiny majority who can afford a Range Rover, while 1bn Indians can buy a Hindustan Contessa with all the environmental credentials of the 1978 Vauxhall Victor it's based on? Seriously, break down the long term environmental impact - and I really mean it - of a Toyota Prius against a Jaguar XJ twin turbo diesel. It will frighten you. Greenwashing, it's called. Oh, and those headcases at Plane Stupid together with those who buy houses in the flight path of a major international airport and then want it closed. Specifically Emma Thompson, placard waving outside T5. Jetted off to any exotic award ceremonies recently, luv? Hypocrites.
- British roadworks. Clearly planned on drunken nights out, and well co-ordinated between the utility and telecommunications companies, so they're always digging up the same spot.
- The British media who suddenly forget that the rest of the UK exists beyond Engerland during major sporting events.
- Train fares. Yes, much of the network has improved considerably and moved into the 20th Century, but it's still not worth selling your kidney to make a trip to Euston on a Virgin Pendolino.
- The Nanny State. I'm a big boy, I behave well and stay out of trouble. Please don't tell me what to eat and drink, and when to do it. Please don't tell me that if I don't do some exercise, I might die younger. Please just eff off and leave me alone. Public information films used to be fun, like where to bury a body in the event of a nuclear blast, or not to climb up pylons to get your frisbee back, or not to pat foreign doggies because they were all rabid, or not to go near ponds unless Rolf Harris has taught you to swim and not to take sweeties off creepy old guys in macs. A picture of a mashed kebab on the road won't stop me from going out and having a few pints with the lads on a Saturday night, sorry. (Oh and you can talk, Ms Sturgeon, I remember meeting you after several pinot grigios in Glasgow's west end...)
- The fact our esteemed Justice Secretary, Kenny MacAskill, who's suddenly found himself out of his depth in the international spotlight, once spent a night behind bars in London during a Scotland v England football match for drunk and disorderly and shouting anti-English slurs. Not quite the previous experience of the justice system I think we were looking for. 8-)
- And finally, Hollywood films that seriously distort history for entertainment, and worse, those who believe them. U-571 and Braveheart come to mind immediately, but there are more.
Judging by your pet peeves I think you need to stick around here more and try and avoid the real world
( For the record, I wholeheartedly agree with just about all of yours though
Day after day, on the morning commute, and the evening drive home, I am constantly stopped by traffic lights for invisible traffic.
I sit, in my car, waiting and waiting. Then i wait a little more. And no cars come through the junction. I sit, looking at the red light. The road is empty. I get annoyed and have to wait.
Why doesn't the UK adopt the american tactic of being able to turn on a red light?
I work in a place where many people travel from surrounding cities and towns, and alot of people comment on how bad it is in my city, it really is appalling.
Rant over.
MG
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