The Grumble Thread - No energy for a full on rant.

[cycleman]

gws

[Mrs Pingu]

I been inside while Pingu has been coughing himself silly, and now it feels like I might be coming down with it too, meh.

[anotherdeadhero]

*enters public house*

'Excuse me my good lady, what ale do you serve?'

'We got Carlsberg or Stella'

*rotates upon heel; exits premises*

[Jacomus]

*enters public house*

'Excuse me my good lady, what ale do you serve?'

'We got Carlsberg or Stella'

*rotates upon heel; exits premises*

 

[LindaG]

It's 2.30 in the afternoon, and it's twilight.  In three and a half hours I will have to cycle to work in the dark, and work all night, then ride home again.  In the dark.  Winter sucks.  And I can, in theory, drink hard liquor tomorrow - but I'm at work then, as well.  Bah.  I really don't like this rut I'm in.  The air is stale.

[tiermat]

It's 2.30 in the afternoon, and it's twilight.  In three and a half hours I will have to cycle to work in the dark, and work all night, then ride home again.  In the dark.  Winter sucks.  And I can, in theory, drink hard liquor tomorrow - but I'm at work then, as well.  Bah.  I really don't like this rut I'm in.  The air is stale.

Oh poor, you, {{{{HUGS}}}}

Just make sure you wear your present tonight, that should raise some laughs

[anotherdeadhero]

Quiet Coach = deafened by tannoy announcements on divers subjects, including, but not limited to: relative but unstated proximity of carriage from platform; entreaties to remain vigilant for terrorists, bombs, vials of sarin, dangerous subversives, etc.; warnings that your possessions may be stripped from your cold dead hands and blown to smithereens by a band of minimally trained 'security personel' at any moment; inference that you may be charged with possession of inoffensive items at any time; long lists of station stops, 'connecting' services; inter-company diatribes; intra-company diatribes; performance of services running before and behind this; political innuendo; unsubstantiated promises of punctuality; observations on the weather that can be observed from the windows of the carriage; capacity, current occupation and service provision of other carriages; exhaustive lists of ticket validity/invalidity; musings on current ticketing policy ...

[Kim]

And the machine that goes beep.

[anotherdeadhero]

I find the beeps strangely comforting.

We aim to respond within 10 working days

 

[Cudzoziemiec]

I've been planning a ride up to Upton-upon-Severn by various routes for this weekend, though I can't get bikehike to make any of them a full 200km - but never mind, that's not the main thing - so I've just had a look at the weather forecast: wet on Sunday, very wet on Saturday. Guess when the nicest days are forecast? Yes, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day. Grrrr. Maybe Friday...

[Pingu]

Quiet Coach =  ...

Wot, no mouthwatering descriptions of the culinary delights available from the trolley?

[hellymedic]

I've been planning a ride up to Upton-upon-Severn by various routes for this weekend, though I can't get bikehike to make any of them a full 200km - but never mind, that's not the main thing - so I've just had a look at the weather forecast: wet on Sunday, very wet on Saturday. Guess when the nicest days are forecast? Yes, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day. Grrrr. Maybe Friday...

One wet year some wag rewrote the town sign as UPTON IN THE SEVERN...

[Ashaman42]

Oh yes, the train times home are every half hour.... up until the train I missed as didn't want to rush my last drink... then it switches to once an hour.

Half an hour stood in the cold when I could have been drinking another drink or on my way home already.

And the vending machine wouldn't accept my money so I couldn't even console myself with a chocolate bar.

Was still a very nice evening though.

[Mr Larrington]

Has anyone seen my reading glasses?

 

[fuzzy]

Has anyone seen my reading glasses?

 

On top of your head?

[Mr Larrington]

Has anyone seen my reading glasses?

 

On top of your head?

Alas not.  They were in my pocket and now aren't chiz.

[Butterfly]

On the floor by the loo? Down the chair nick? On a window sill? On the breakfast table?

[anotherdeadhero]

Quiet Coach =  ...

Wot, no mouthwatering descriptions of the culinary delights available from the trolley?

Ah I had forgotton the delights of the food. A cup of finest styrofoam or leaky waxed paper, into which is poured the hot 18-hour-stewed brown cofftea, served with a selection of Ginsters rejects, atom-thick cardboard-and-plastic-yellow-gunk pannini, or the usual 'fresh sandwich' (2 damp slices of bread substitute, the central cross-section of which is filled with yellow plastic and pink hamalike, or facon, albino tomato and green crepe paper).

Very reasonably priced too at a pint of blood and an indenture for your first-born.

[Eccentrica Gallumbits]

Has anyone seen my reading glasses?

 

On top of your head?

Alas not.  They were in my pocket and now aren't chiz.

They're under whatever you were reading.

[Mr Larrington]

They weren't in my pocket when I arrived at my desk this morning, nor were they in the bog, on the floor, in the car park on in the car.

 

[Cudzoziemiec]

You dropped them in the washing up bowl after breakfast.

[L CC]

HTH

[clarion]

A Mayoral Chain?

[Kim]

They'll be in the first place you looked, the third time you look there.

[fuzzy]

Thinking about it, check your sock drawer. Your reading glasses will be paired up with a lone sock. The other sock will be hanging from a hook where you keep your keys. Your keys will be in the tool drawer where your phillips screwdriver usually lives. Your phillips screwdriver will be at the back of the kitchen cupboard below the miscelaneous cooking implements drawer where your whisk lives. Your whisk will be in your desk drawer where your calculator lives and your calculator will be in your pocket where your reading glasses are supposed to be.

Simple.