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

[perpetual dan]

The gear stick in my car has gone all floppy and ineffectual.
It’s in reverse.
In a car park.
In York, which is far from home. (It was fine all the way here.)

I’m going out for dinner next, but I’m going to need the AA at some point soon.

[SoreTween]

Dear oncoming MTBists,
I'm sure 1.21 jiggawatts of lighting (each) is a sound idea when hurtling down barely defined trails between the trees but that's not what you are doing right now is it?  Right now you are pedalling slowly uphill on a 3m wide gravel track designed to be rideable by a 4 year old.  Seems overkill.
Would you mind awfully turning them down a touch?

[perpetual dan]

The gear stick in my car has gone all floppy and ineffectual.
It’s in reverse.
In a car park.
In York, which is far from home. (It was fine all the way here.)

I’m going out for dinner next, but I’m going to need the AA at some point soon.

Fixed. With the suggestion that an actual garage takes a look soon.

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[rafletcher]

Crittal still make windows, the factory isn't in silver end anymore and the old site is basically derelict but listed so in silver end they keep lopping chunks out of the countryside to build houses when there is a great big brown field site being wasted

I think comments about some of the buildings “listed” in this country deserves a rant of its own 

(See one of this seasons Grand Designs where a listed mill building had, with the agreement of Historic England, to be completely demolished as it was too unstable, only to be re-established afterwards. As part of a house, with no recognisable mill features other than a proximity to water.)

[De Sisti]

Next door neighbours and their guests using the path up to my front door as a shared path
to get to their front door. They park their two cars right-up in front of their house, leaving
no room to conveniently walk up to their front door.


Things will change when I have my porch rebuilt next year. I will ask the builder (whom
I know quite well) to erect some railings, to ensure there is a distinct boundary between
the two properties.

Neighbours will then have the option of only parking one car on their driveway (usually
parking their other car on the pavement, blocking pedestrian access), or squeezing past
their two cars on their driveway.


Things get even worse when her boyfriend or daughter come to visit her
(two cars on driveway and one parked on the pavement).


The lady and her grown-up son (30) are quite nice. I suppose when it comes to parking,
people can get very......(what's the word I'm looking for?)
 

[Mrs Pingu]

Arsey

[Beardy]

Inconsiderate.

[Polar Bear]

Ignorant.

[hatler]

Twattish

[hatler]

Overtly and inexplicably proprietorial.

[Mr Larrington]

UnBRITISH

[Jurek]

The previous six posts strike me as uncommonly restrained.
Is this New Year's goodwill or something?

[MattH]

Back in September, the council dug up the pavement outside my parents' house and laid fresh tarmac. The problem being that they undermined a retaining garden wall, and then hit it with their digger, causing a reasonable section of it to collapse.

After the contractors on the ground told my dad (who is 86) he had to claim on his home insurance, we eventually got the council to accept responsibility and arrange for it to be reinstated. Unfortunately it is a stone wall on a listed building. I was up there for the first time in ages today. The wall is still down, surrounded by plastic barriers, partly blocking the pavement. The builder is ready to rebuild it, but being blocked by the listing people, who are wanting copies of the deeds etc. before giving permission. The builder is one nominated by the council, and works on similar stone properties all the time. All he needs to do is dig the garden back a bit, rebuild the wall (and they have a load of spare matching stone if any needs to be replaced) and refill it. No idea when it'll actually get cleared to be rebuilt.

[Basil]

So we are going to a New Year's Eve do at a local restaurant with local chums.  They have asked us if we could give them an idea of what we will be ordering. I couldn't find the special menu on their website, so phoned them to ask if I was looking in the wrong place or something.
"Oh, we put it up on facebook last week"

   Grump.

Bloody hell.  We need an un-grumble thread.
Dinner in the Porth hotel Llandysul tonight was astonishingly good.. 
Chef was 2010 master chef the professionals semi-finalist.
No big deal for you metropolitans, but just fantastic for Llandysul.

[robgul]

So we are going to a New Year's Eve do at a local restaurant with local chums.  They have asked us if we could give them an idea of what we will be ordering. I couldn't find the special menu on their website, so phoned them to ask if I was looking in the wrong place or something.
"Oh, we put it up on facebook last week"

   Grump.

Bloody hell.  We need an un-grumble thread.
Dinner in the Porth hotel Llandysul tonight was astonishingly good.. 
Chef was 2010 master chef the professionals semi-finalist.
No big deal for you metropolitans, but just fantastic for Llandysul.

I thought that Wales was "closed" ?   Was this a lock-in dinner?

[Mr Larrington]

There are good* and bad times to set off New Year fireworks and I put it to Mr Git who, to judge from the sound of it lives not far down Larrington Gardens Road, that twenty to six in the fucking morning is possibly the worst yet.  If I was able to make a positive id then your house would resemble a scale model of Dresden on Valentine's Day 1945, or Bethany (11)’s skool after that arson attack which was nothing to do with her.

(Props eyelids open with disposable lighters)

* unless you are of a nervous disposition

[Basil]

I thought that Wales was "closed" ? 

No.
Nightclubs closed.  Pubs and restaurants back to table service only.
Masks may only be removed when seated.
Rule of 6.
So no real difference for Mrs. B and I.

[Wombat]

No. It was a BISF house. Steel framed & 1st floor steel-clad, like this - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BISF_house - designed to a Ministry of Works spec by Sir Frederick Gibberd.
But the arseholes said a BISF house was also known as an Airey house, was designed by Sir Edwin Airey & was "Concrete panels known as ship-lap". Load of bollocks.
https://www.thepropertybuyingcompany.co.uk/news/post/bisf-house

I hate it when people talk bollocks when they're trying to make money. Even if it's just because they're too lazy to get it right & don't give a toss, it's still dishonesty.

I've had quite a bit of dealings with BISF houses, and also lived next to a row of Aireys, which had to be completely re-enveloped.

In my professional view, BISF houses have a negative value, i.e. if you are given one, you are financially worse off than before.  They rust terminally, in critical areas, frequently at the bottom of the corner posts, and normally have asbestos cladding, and bugger all insulation.  I hate them with a vengeance, and that view is also attached to estate agents who gaily list them for significant sums, saying they are fine.  They bloody well aren't!  I also have considerable experience of REEMA houses, Laing Easiform, Unity, Cornish Unit, Wates, and a few others I've managed to excise from my memory.  I did used to live in a 1970's REEMA, which wasn't bad, they're cold, but dry, and can probably withstand a nuclear explosion.

Aireys and BISF look nothing like each other, the only similarity is that they are both houses.

[ian]

The contrary Italian dishwasher started working again after a spell of being awkward and has now chosen to sit there sullen as a teenager and not work again. I had to wash the beer glasses by hand. Stupid machine, you really are getting replaced this time.

Bad Cat urinated in her favourite box, now she's dolorous that I threw it out. It sits on the worktop so she can watch me cook and she doesn't like other boxes nearly so much. I forgive her the micturitional mishap, she went out the catflap and one of the houses down below decided to launch a series of huge fireworks sending her flying back into the kitchen, up and into the box, and the rest was soggy history.

[Mrs Pingu]

Aw poor Bad Cat

[ian]

It wasn't what we wanted to see. We found her another Howling Hops box, hopefully it will meet her requirements. Beer boxes are the perfect size, but she's very preferential when it comes to beverage brand.

[ian]

Seems to be working for her.

Now what I am supposed to do with the 24 cans of frothy, hoppy goodness that it used to contain?

[Mrs Pingu]

I'm sure you'll suppress the gag reflex, just for your kitteh.

[Mr Larrington]

O hai, mi left elbow!

Look, I haven’t been using for you for [“playing tennis” – Ed.], nor have I bashed you against the Chippendale furniture which in my case I have not got or doused you in petril and set you ablaze.  So if you'd be so kind as to stop sending hurty stabby instances of ouch at me at random intervals I'm sure we can make this relationship work.

kthxbai

[Kim]

Stabby left elbow?  That's a symptom of mountain bicycles, that is...