The grumpy thread

[taxi paul]

Have met Loads of police officers through the course of fostering. All have been great and had a good sense of humour and also very professional. Of course there will be the odd idiot. Has in every occupation and life in general.

[chaseracer]

Similar to the old adage: If you meet an asshole in the morning, they're an asshole. If you keep meeting assholes all day, you're the asshole.

 

Generally the same assholes, IME...

[BavarianRetro]

I'd like to see the critics do a week of nightshifts in Ferguslie Park, Shettleston, Drumchapel or Morningside.

[DeeJay]

[myglaren]

Here is a generalisation: often the people who have loads of stories about how awful the police are, tend to have loads of stories about their many experiences of dealing with (*being dealt with by) the police.

Indeed!

I had a bad experience with a detective when I was 18 and minding my own business - He got shifted to another area.

Subsequently all interactions with police have been amicable if not entirely pleasant, due to the situation rather than the officer involved.

[MrDuke]

Sorry, should probably have been a bit less subtle with my sarcasm. I usually go too far the other way.

 

In all seriousness, I was once the victim of a gross miscarriage of justice when I got slapped with a producer for not having front fogs. I'm almost over it now though, the counselling really helped.

 

The same officer decided to overlook the fact that I had no breakaway cable on the 10 foot trailer I was pulling with a borderline-underweight car, but that doesn't fit the narrative so meh...

[pandamonium]

This breaks my heart, to be honest.

 

Without wishing to sound anti-christmas, i hate what Christmas has become.

 

I hate people feeling the need to show bundles of presents under the tree, so people see all the things they've bought.

 

I hate knowing parents are pushing themselves into debt because they feel they have to keep up with the Joneses, knowing their kids will see pics of all their mates presents and feel pressured into crippling themselves so they aren't left out or picked on.

 

Ok, there's always been a little bit of that but the whole "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT MY IMAGE" culture is sickening and has made it far worse. People now feel pressured to show off or show they aren't worse off.

 

My sister did that very thing this year... pics with half her living room full of presents, almost boasting how much her son is getting, i just thought to myself "You fucking insensitive bitch" and genuinely had to log off of facebook for the next few days, because i know plenty people who dream of being able to do that but some weeks don't have enough electric on their card to last the week, And their kids are seeing living rooms filled with tat? How is that meant to make kids feel? How do the parents feel seeing that and fearing how it makes their kids feel? The pressure is horrible.

What's that supposed to project? "Oh look at me, look how successful i am with my kids? I'm a great parent?, my kids are getting this what about yours eh?" even if it's not meant, that's how it comes across.

 

mate, it doesn't matter the bike cost £20, the effort, the thought, it's lovely, genuinely and i'm sure he'll appreciate it more than the spoilt brats appreciate their one of many £££ things bought on credit. You do what you can, how you can and that will ALWAYS mean more than lavishing piles of shite like some wannabe kardashians

 

I was brought up as a Jehovah's Witness, so I've been guilty of over compensating in the past, but I do hate the commercialism of Xmas.

 

We've spent the day so far removing old stickers from the bike and adding new ones, he's over the moon.

 

Funnily enough, he told me all he wanted for Christmas was tools (He's 6!). I picked up a little tool box and a screwdriver set from the pound shop and he was delighted with it.

 

No pics of him working on it due to his mum's 'no pics on social media' policy, but here is the finished product. 

 

[Angrydicky]

b*****^% F$*& W**(* S&*$ Great

 

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stupid place to put a F in great rock

 

How eerie is that? Just discovered exactly the same damage on the Royale, plus a broken coil spring on the same corner. The car hasn't run properly for over a year, hasn't moved an inch under its own steam for about three months and I can't recall hitting anything. I r baffled.

[fordperv]

I was brought up as a Jehovah's Witness, so I've been guilty of over compensating in the past, but I do hate the commercialism of Xmas.

 

We've spent the day so far removing old stickers from the bike and adding new ones, he's over the moon.

 

Funnily enough, he told me all he wanted for Christmas was tools (He's 6!). I picked up a little tool box and a screwdriver set from the pound shop and he was delighted with it.

 

No pics of him working on it due to his mum's 'no pics on social media' policy, but here is the finished product.

 

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See you couldn't have spent the day removing stickers and putting new ones on if it was a brand new one, I'd say he probably had more fun this way and it's memories that will stay with him long after he is too big for the bike and that's priceless

[Cavcraft]

We didn’t pluck our Christmas goose properly and now every time I go to the toilet I’m feeling down in the dumps.

[MikeR]

How eerie is that? Just discovered exactly the same damage on the Royale, plus a broken coil spring on the same corner. The car hasn't run properly for over a year, hasn't moved an inch under its own steam for about three months and I can't recall hitting anything. I r baffled.

I did this at walking speed if that , the side of the tyre tyre hit the side of the rock , followed by the rim ,

 

which then climbed and then went down the rock dropping the sill onto the rock ....making a right world ending crunching  racket

 

no wobble or pull on the steering , just the steering wheel was slightly out ....

[DeeJay]

We didn’t pluck our Christmas goose properly and now every time I go to the toilet I’m feeling down in the dumps.

Is that from your Premium Crackers?

[Cheggers]

W

e didn’t pluck our Christmas goose properly and now every time I go to the toilet I’m feeling down in the dumps.

It pains me to say it but that had me laughing like a drain...Cheers Billy!!

[D Spares & Tyres]

From my experience of the Police there are two generalisations I have noticed:

 

There are the bullies that love being vile

 

There are the ones that have joined to do good but are now disillusioned with the force, it's policies and the general attitude of a lot of the staff. I have also heard this first hand from two ex coppers, one of which is family.

 

 

My last interaction with the Police was great but then again it was me calling them therefore they are immediately on my side but I have to say that all involved were great. To the point where I wrote a thank you letter.

 

The time before that was about a stolen car. He was a nice chap but could not care less about the car.

 

Then I was pulled over and my car was seized on a Sunday as it was not yet on the MiD. I was treated badly by the officers on duty. They were not interested in me phoning my other half to email pictures of my policy, they just wanted to seize the car.

 

The time before that I was pulled over with an a frame. He was pleasant enough but lied about some details in court. (I won by the way)

 

Despite the good interactions i have had, the bad ones unfortunately stick with me more. It does not leave you with a good feeling about the force.

[beko1987]

Crikey this has sparked debate! Tbh I was thinking more broadly anyway, anyone who pulls the 'do you know who I am?" card in a confrontational way is usually a dickhead

[SierraMikeHotel]

 

 

Tbh I was thinking more broadly anyway, anyone who pulls the 'do you know who I am?" card in a confrontational way is usually a dickhead

That is most definitely true.

[HH-R]

"do you know who I am?"

"No."

"Good!" *Drives off*

[Timewaster]

"Ronnie Pickering???"

[Saabnut]

Many years ago I was working on an oil rig, and we were waiting on weather (pre satellite TV days) and watching videos in the TV lounge. The video machine was three decks up, in a room next to the radio room. As the radio op was required 24/7 (another position gone due to mobiles and satellites - I have been doing this too long) the routine was to phone the radio op up and ask him to put on a video. About 3am the movie ended, and as I was nearest the phone, I dialed 532 for the radio op. Unfortunately I dialed 531 unknown to me, and even more unfortunately, 531 was the OIMs cabin (OIM - Offshore Installation Manager aka God). I thought the radio op took a while to answer, but when he did I asked him to put on a specific movie. This was met with silence, followed by a very gruff "Do you know who this is?". Recognising the voice, panic set in and I thought quickly - very unusual for me. I responded, "No, do YOU know who this is?". Receiving a negatory response, I replied with "Well, put the bloody film on then" before hanging up, leaving the room and going to check my equipment without a word to anyone in the room.

 

The OIM was very grumpy the next day.

[somewhatfoolish]

I pay very close attention to the digits used when calling the Chief(IIRC 103) if/when the wheels are falling off in the middle of the night, lest I wake up the skipper(102) by mistake.

[The Reverend Bluejeans]

This breaks my heart, to be honest.

 

Without wishing to sound anti-christmas, i hate what Christmas has become.

 

I hate people feeling the need to show bundles of presents under the tree, so people see all the things they've bought.

 

I hate knowing parents are pushing themselves into debt because they feel they have to keep up with the Joneses, knowing their kids will see pics of all their mates presents and feel pressured into crippling themselves so they aren't left out or picked on.

 

Ok, there's always been a little bit of that but the whole "LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT MY IMAGE" culture is sickening and has made it far worse. People now feel pressured to show off or show they aren't worse off.

 

My sister did that very thing this year... pics with half her living room full of presents, almost boasting how much her son is getting, i just thought to myself "You fucking insensitive bitch" and genuinely had to log off of facebook for the next few days, because i know plenty people who dream of being able to do that but some weeks don't have enough electric on their card to last the week, And their kids are seeing living rooms filled with tat? How is that meant to make kids feel? How do the parents feel seeing that and fearing how it makes their kids feel? The pressure is horrible.

What's that supposed to project? "Oh look at me, look how successful i am with my kids? I'm a great parent?, my kids are getting this what about yours eh?" even if it's not meant, that's how it comes across.

 

mate, it doesn't matter the bike cost £20, the effort, the thought, it's lovely, genuinely and i'm sure he'll appreciate it more than the spoilt brats appreciate their one of many £££ things bought on credit. You do what you can, how you can and that will ALWAYS mean more than lavishing piles of shite like some wannabe kardashians

 

 

 

Fantastic post.

 

The Xmasses I remember most fondly start with ones from my childhood, starting around 1971/2 when I was 4 and knew who Santa was. Gifts were not lavish from that point until around 1983 ish - a bike one year, Revel model kits, Lego, a ghetto blaster. Not 5p tat but I wasn't spoilt. One of the best gifts I had - to my parents chagrin - was a couple of those minature pinball type games a bit bigger than a fag packet. They were from my childminder whose family had next to bugger all. They lived in a council house - she was a cleaner, he worked at Clarkes shoes for tuppence ha'penny. My dad gave him one of his old suits so he could go for a job interview. Salt of the earth.

From the age of 15-16 onwards I began to lose interest but Xmas hadn't turned into the disgusting commercial shitshow it is now.

In adulthood, the best one in recent years was in 2001 where me, my German girlfriend, her sister and her BF went to see their folks in a tiny rural village called Balow between Hamburg and Berlin. They went ahead of me as I had work related stuff in town so I picked up my hire car (a brand new 520i    ) from the airport and headed out. It was cold, snowy but sunny and it was a lovely drive there. I arrived about 4pm, parked the car and as it was the 24th, presents were opened that evening. Mainly booze and nick knacks IIRC. We all proceeded to get quite pissed in this thatched roof farmhouse in the middle of nowhere but stayed sober enough to attend midnight mass in a local church, all 63 folk in the village. Utter silence for a short period to gather your thoughts. 

The next day was a massive feed, more booze, a walk in the nearby woods and gradual sobering up to return on the 26th.

 

Now that was a Christmas. Fuck expensive gifts, fuck TV advertising and all the bullshit that starts in bastard November that has ruined what used to be a nice festive event.

[The Reverend Bluejeans]

My recent experience with the Police, not that I've had many.

 

In December 2016, my cunt of an ex Wife (COAEW) told me she was bringing her new bloke back for the weekend. A convicted drug dealer no less.

 

'No you're not. This is my home, I still live here'.

 

I rang my solicitor who told me to ring the Police and alert them to this. They gave me a reference number to give them if they tried to get in the house and I had to ring 999. They told me to lock the doors from the inside and leave the key in.

 

Sure enough, these two arrived around 9pm on a Sunday and tried to get in. I rang 999. 25 minutes later, two bobbies arrived in a patrol car. One was a WPC around 35, the other a 25 year old PC. Upon arriving, my COAEW and the drug dealer approached them, saying I'd locked them out of her house. WPC told the Drug Dealer to sit in the back of the patrol car and behave. She then grilled my COAEW and said in no uncertain terms said wasn't staying in this house tonight. Find somewhere else. The PC said the same to The Drug Dealer and on doing a background check, put a report in to his local Cop Shop. The WPC escorted my COAEW into the house to gather a few things and told her not to show her face again until the day after, and the Drug Dealer was barred from doing through the garden gate. 

 

All in all, they did a sterling job for which I'm thankful. Traffic coppers can be a PITA though.

[Jazoli]

This fucking place, its not a school or a nursery, thank fuck you can still go to a pub and discuss shit and talk about women you'd like to shag, it's getting fucking tedious, like having your fucking granny as a baby sitter.

[chaseracer]

And so it begins... 

[twosmoke300]

For Fucks sake !

 

Some people are just professional moaners and complainers. More time on their hands over xmas I suppose .

[D Spares & Tyres]

Fuck me

 

Regardless of whether I agree or disagree with this, what sort of spineless mummys boy/ girl/hermaphrodite actually bothers complaining about threads they don't like?

 

Then they get their way! For fucks sake

[pandamonium]

 

To be fair, I'm in support of the moderation, even of things I've not thought were that bad.

 

We need to keep this place welcoming to all, and sometimes that means reminding ourselves how to behave.

 

Edit... Off to change my profile pic in case it is seen as offensive ...

[sierraman]

My recent experience with the Police, not that I've had many.

 

In December 2016, my cunt of an ex Wife (COAEW) told me she was bringing her new bloke back for the weekend. A convicted drug dealer no less.

 

'No you're not. This is my home, I still live here'.

 

I rang my solicitor who told me to ring the Police and alert them to this. They gave me a reference number to give them if they tried to get in the house and I had to ring 999. They told me to lock the doors from the inside and leave the key in.

 

Sure enough, these two arrived around 9pm on a Sunday and tried to get in. I rang 999. 25 minutes later, two bobbies arrived in a patrol car. One was a WPC around 35, the other a 25 year old PC. Upon arriving, my COAEW and the drug dealer approached them, saying I'd locked them out of her house. WPC told the Drug Dealer to sit in the back of the patrol car and behave. She then grilled my COAEW and said in no uncertain terms said wasn't staying in this house tonight. Find somewhere else. The PC said the same to The Drug Dealer and on doing a background check, put a report in to his local Cop Shop. The WPC escorted my COAEW into the house to gather a few things and told her not to show her face again until the day after, and the Drug Dealer was barred from doing through the garden gate.

 

All in all, they did a sterling job for which I'm thankful. Traffic coppers can be a PITA though.

I’m a bit confused. What was the ex wife bringing her new boyfriend back to your house?

[The Reverend Bluejeans]

I’m a bit confused. What was the ex wife bringing her new boyfriend back to your house?

 

 

Yep.

 

She thought that was OK. The Police disagreed. As soon as he was home, the law came for him for questioning as he was on licence. Scum will be scum.

[The Reverend Bluejeans]

Fuck me

 

Regardless of whether I agree or disagree with this, what sort of spineless mummys boy/ girl/hermaphrodite actually bothers complaining about threads they don't like?

 

Then they get their way! For fucks sake

 

That's the way it goes. I can guess which entitled flowers were moaning like a bitch about it. Sadly, only their view matters and fuck everyone else. There is no democratic decision whatsoever. 

 

I might start a thread about the five girls I fucked on holiday, with pictures. How about that?