Getting manky fingers opening and closing my boot in this weather.
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Getting manky fingers opening and closing my boot in this weather.
"Good good"
I've only been in there once with a few guys I know despite having lived in the area most of my life. I won the £100 jackpot out the fruit machine and I kid you not I thought I was going to get lynched by the locals. Their eyes burning into me as I left the pub. Never been back since.
Winston's aka Gods waiting room. Worryingly, I've started going there myself on the odd occasion. In all seriousness though, it's a nice little pub. Good pints and staff all very friendly, never usually any dickheads drinking in there like every other pub in the area.
Im sure they are, they just didn't like me scooping the jackpot that night!
By the way you're not wrong, The Oak, White Lady, The Corrie and the likes seem to have right dafties drinking in them nowadays. I tend to avoid these places and head into town for a pint.
Workmen who drive their vans/lorries at 20mph back to the depot so they can max out their travel time and minimise their actual working time.
The phrase: There's nothing worse than...(insert some kind of banal, trivial pish here)
When my girlfriends hair clogs up and the plug hole of the bath and doesn't bother her arse to take it out herself.
People who show off about their wonderful lives on social media. If you feel you need to show off that much, then it probably means you're miserable.
Drink served in a warm glass and the attitude of bar staff when you give them it back.
Corstorphine pubs. They're the worst in Edinburgh.
Full of fat old fascists drinking rubbish beer and losing on the horses.
I used to work with a guy who, no matter the degree of severity, would react to a negative story by simply saying, "there's nothing worse". Someone in the team would say they'd just received a papercut and he'd say "nothing worse". All the time I'm thinking, "there is, she could have lost her arm in a combine harvester"...however unlikely that scenario may have been in our office.
Or when these balls of hair are left as "presents" stuck on the wall of the shower cabinet. I'm amazed my girlfriend hasn't gone bald.
Realising in the bathroom mirror only when you're brushing your teeth 30 seconds before you must leave the house that the shirt you've carefully selected for the day has some hitherto unseen clarty stain of some sort on it.
Folk who serve takeaway coffee and seal the lid with their fingers or even worse , with the palm of their hand.
Folk who don't know what a white coffee is.
"Do you mean Latte , cappucino , frothy..."
No !!
Coffee and milk FFS.
FFS
People who change what eye they are looking at when talking to me.
It's like watching someone watching tennis.
Being unable to browse round a shop without being pounced on by an over eager shop assistant who asks if you want help every few minutes.
That is brutal. I had an argument with the woman making the Costa coffee in Tesco about that. I always have a latte but the wife likes a white coffee, I ordered that and she said a latte was a white coffee, I said no, and tried to explain it as an americano with milk (which is what you press on the Costs vending machines to get it).
She told me there was no such thing. In the end I took a black coffee and lot the milk in myself.
Xmas jumper day at work, the work version of a fun run, bunch of fannies showing how "wacky" and "im mental me" they are, if I get through today without being charged with GBH I will have done well
That "opportunities Fife" advert on local radio.