The grumpy thread

[Rusty Pelican]

Just a qustion , has the world run out of coloured paint , seems every other car is bloody silver these days , to make matters worst ive got a silver 01 Ashtray as a daily , I feel better than most but only coz it was free , my old man gave it too us as he got a new car and mine were fubared at the time , guess what , he got a new silver Ashtray

[Pillock]

Makes me laugh as a lot of police forces moved to silver cars to improve resale values.... nobody wanted white V70/Escort/Octavias. Suddenly there's all manner of silver cars out there and they're just as hard to shift

[pogweasel]

Oh well. Creosote the shed this afternoon. Nothing can possibly go wrong with that. Can it????

LOLOLOL.

Pleasingly the shed painting went well, though the faux-cuprinol was unexpectedly green not brown, but I care not. I also burned some things in my burning-things-device, which is always satsifying.

[Mr H Sceptre]

Makes me laugh as a lot of police forces moved to silver cars to improve resale values.... nobody wanted white V70/Escort/Octavias. Suddenly there's all manner of silver cars out there and they're just as hard to shift

Is that seriously why they changed to silver? Alwayys wondered why that was.

[Pete-M]

I've always fancied owning an ex-Kraut plodmobile because they've got to be cheap with those paintjobs.

 

Although, having said that, I think this looks ace. I'd quite happily lick the stickers off it.

 

[Albert Ross]

Pete.....the point is, I was clearly visible, as I had my headlamps on, in a deeply wooded area, the road is narrow enough to lose the white line to make it single track, yet the pillock (no offence intended) and the followers decided that it was ok to keep coming into the narrow bit that I was already in, before realising it is in fact narrow, and I am in no position to stop or move over to my side, as I am about a foot off a dry stone wall, and beyond that, a 50 foot drop.........................As for the fun Police, I was merely 15 feet from him by the time I had stoped, and he had recovered the "ooops" to make it round the corner....Not fun Police, just trying to get to my destination, without having to scrape the arsehole's innards off my bumper! Yes, he missed me because I stopped. Your average Sid and Doris might not have seen him in time due to the viewpoint they had, and it could have ended up a lot worse.................Remember, I have visibility due to the lack of speed, and my height. Just because it's a 60 limit, does it mean you actually have to drive at 60 on it? No, you judge the surface, the visibility, the traffic, your load, and vehicle's capabilities hundreds of times a second, all the while pressing three pedals randomly, and twirling a wheel in front of you. The public road is NOT a playground........That's my point I guess.Fuck me I AM a miserable old cunt aren't I!

[Pete-M]

Meh. 10 mph would still piss me off

[Pillock]

Makes me laugh as a lot of police forces moved to silver cars to improve resale values.... nobody wanted white V70/Escort/Octavias. Suddenly there's all manner of silver cars out there and they're just as hard to shift

Is that seriously why they changed to silver? Alwayys wondered why that was.

Apparently so, yeah. If you go back 3 or 4 years, white was a deeply unpopular colour so anything in this shade was almost guaranteed to be plod. It doesn't help that a few manufacturers stopped offering white cars, so white versions were definately ex-police - the Octavia VRS for example was never for public sale in white. So all police cars end up going through specialist auction houses for low prices.To combat this, they started buying different colours. I see a lot of silver Octavias and Astras, and there are a few local motorway ST220s in dark blue all stickered up. But most seem to be silver, at least around here, we've even got silver RAV4s for the countryside work.It coincided with white becoming popular again - see the Mk6 Golf GTI, Vauxhall VXRs, Fiesta STs all showcasing white

[Father Ted]

Bloody bloody arsing stupid fckuing political correctness and childrens telly.That is all.

[pogweasel]

Bloody bloody arsing stupid fckuing political correctness and childrens telly.That is all.

Together, or separately?

[Father Ted]

Together.Having been pretty much forced to watch Cbeebies every morning since it started I have noticed an alarming increase in PC behavior by prog producers, and frankly its now getting on my tits in a way I never thought it would.

[pogweasel]

Are you referring to 'sausage-arm'?Or a specific programme?

[Milford Cubicle]

Political correctness has gone so mad you can't call it mad anymore, you have to call it mentally challenged.What have they done to offend your sensibilities so?

[Father Ted]

Oh god no,

she doesnt bother me. I think the worst culprits are Balafuckingmory and Telebastardtubbies

[pogweasel]

Balafuckingmory got cancelled some time ago, so it's just a filler. Smaller Poglets go mad for that new Waybaloo shit, which is irritatingly cutesy, but keeps them quiet for a bit. However I would willing smash some of the continuity people in the face with a spikey bat, especially that gurning twat who does the crap wigga number 'rapping'. Fucking moron.

[Cavcraft]

Oh god no,

she doesnt bother me. I think the worst culprits are Balafuckingmory and Telebastardtubbies

Whoa there Neddy! Balamorey ROCKED A PHAT 1 and for some really strange reason I'd love to indulge in some horizontal jogging with Miss Hoolie .

 

You want shit kids telly programmes? Wait until your daughter is old enough to 'enjoy' Hanna 'Bastard' Montanna, The Suite Life of Zak and Cody* and various other American shite. Oh, let's not forget the Tweeenies either.

 

I wouldn't class myself as especially politically correct and I abhor people who beat women and kids up and are cruel to animals. BUT...I would happily inject that fucking dog off the Tweenies with heroin and crushed viagra, tie Hanna Montanna up and get Doodles to do her up the wrong 'un whilst I kicked her bastarding teeth in.

 

*Absolutely the most vomit inducing programme EVER. Don't believe me? Switch it on, bet you can't watch more than ten minutes of it. Sickening pair of little freaks.

[Pillock]

Political Correctness in kids TV isn't new, it's just widening it's horizons.Look back to any 80s kids programme and you'd find a group of kids getting into scrapes, saving each other, and learning a valuable moral message. In this group there would be a coloured kid, a kid in a wheelchair, and a girl. Looking at Balamorey (has it really been cancelled? It's been ages since I've had to watch Cbeebies....), you've got a coloured lass, a lass in a wheelchair, a gay one (come on, who's he kidding?) and the sensible old one. Oh, and a policeman, everyone needs a policeman.I really didn't mind Balamorey that much, and indeed Miss Hoolie would find my own 'sausage leg' right up her emergency exit given half a chance. Likewise, that irritating mime show with the fat git who plays Mr Tumble and the lass is only made bearable by the lass, who would be next in line for a good seeing-to. Mr Tumble himself would only be amusing tumbling out of the back of a coach on a hairpin in the Alps, falling down a cliff and bursting into flames. That is a most acceptable tumble for Mr Twatting Tumble.

[retrogeezer]

Petrol Prices....on the rise again and another 2p a litre for the government to spend on bathrooms added tomorrow.

[Pillock]

Petrol Prices....on the rise again and another 2p a litre for the government to spend on bathrooms added tomorrow.

...which means that forecourts were rammed earlier today when I genuinely needed petrol.To the daft bint in the Fiesta who started having a heart attack when I 'jumped the queue' and used a pump nobody else was using, understand you are not driving a Hummer and that the nozzle will reach to either side of your car. Either that, or keep calm when someone who does understand this drives around you. She was still there after I'd put 33 quid in, queued, paid and returned to my car. And still didn't use the pump!

[retrogeezer]

...which means that forecourts were rammed earlier today when I genuinely needed petrol.

Yeh, I mean what is the point of that? You are gonna save about a quid (maybe £2 on a big car) on one tank of fuel so it's hardly worth a special journey unless you were there and filling up anyway.They probably wasted more fuel in the queue!

[Pillock]

It's 'getting one over on the government' isn't it?Imagine what they'll do when they realised all you had to do was go out on bank holiday monday, queue for 25 minutes with the engine running, get stressed with the plebs behind the till and return home, and SAVED 86p! Take that pollytishuns, IT'S MY 86P!!!!! My god they'll be fuming lolz

[M'coli]

Re petrol pumps etc.. Tesco's at Carlisle: there's a queue waiting for the ones that have cars at them, and a pump that no one can get at front-end on because a 7.5 ton hire van is filling up in the one in front of it. So what's your problem that I've jumped the queue and reversed up to it so that the hose will stretch? Did you not: (a) think of doing it, or ( not want to look different and save some time or © embarrass yourself because you might look a dick?I chose (d), the "fuck waiting 10 minutes for you lot to dick about, I've got another 120 miles to do after this, so go piss up a rope" option.

[Richard]

I stopped using supermarket fuel several years ago because they made me too angry. I hate supermarkets but they do perform one useful function- they attract arseholes, which makes the rest of the planet that little bit more pleasant to be in. An interesting side effect when I stopped using supermarket fuel was that I started getting an extra 100 miles to a tank, an improvement of 15-20%. The car also started running faster and cleaner. It was cheaper too, my local Tesco didn't have any competition so they hiked their prices up so high that even the lemmings noticed.

[Pillock]

Supermarkets do have the same effect as a magnetic sump plug.... all the unwanted crap slowly gets attracted to it keeping the rest of the area a little nicer.I thought supermarket petrol these days was usually bought in from Esso/Shell/Texaco/BP and resold though? Tesco Expresses even advertise it as Esso Petrol (and thus won't give out Tesco Clubcard points on it). Maybe that's why the Saxo gets bugger-all MPG, 8 times out of 10 it gets filled at a supermarket.

[Jewel25]

I get really stressed out when I go to the supermarket. I can't quite put my finger on why , I think it's a combination of different factors. Tesco and Asda are by far the worst. I can just about handle Morrison's. Actually it's probably all the beeping , the bright white lights, screaming kids , fat fuckers who just stand there in the middle of the aisle with the rest of their fat family causing a bottle neck and the time it takes to get around the places!

[Mr Lobster]

I thought supermarket petrol these days was usually bought in from Esso/Shell/Texaco/BP and resold though?

It is but according to an AA man is is of slightly inferior quality. He refered to is as 'watered down' and not quite as good as the branded pump petrol. We've had a few instances with current shape Corsas at work where they won't start if they have been run on some supermarket fuel - not all the times but maybe five or six times we've had the AA out to none starts and each time it's down to fuel apparently?Anyway, I've certainly noticed that I get better MPG from the Seat if I'm using Shell rather than Tesco fuel.

[Guest]

There's been a lot of moaning recently about how much better "the old days" were (which might be anything from the late 90s to the late 1800s given the current age spread). I think in a lot of cases, we forget that they weren't that fantastic. It's not that bad nowadays really.

 

Take television, for example. As a young kid in the late 80s I found it awful - you might fondly recall the odd TV series, but it will have been absolutely surrounded by rubbish. I remember constantly flicking through the four channels just wishing for something, I wasn't fussy, anything would do - a third-rate Western, a foreign cartoon, even Pages From Ceefax had mild entertainment value with its "tssk-a-tsk doo-doo waaarbly warble" music.

 

Pre-evening TV was rotten. I'd sit there in front of the woodgrain Baird and press the big silver buttons, filled with hope. Click. Dreary men with combovers and graphs in the background. Click. Bowls championship. Click. Unappealing-looking B&W film about some woman in a frock. Click. Horses. Click. Dreary men with combovers again. Then there'd be post-evening TV. Click. Man in a lab jacket with some test tubes. Click. Test card. Click. Specialist programming for the deaf. Click. Static. Click.....

 

Sundays - utterly useless. "A day of rest" indeed - everything shut, nowhere to go, nothing to do, unwatchable TV (per above), it was absolutely mind-numbing. As a kid Sundays were painful. Might get away with a kickabout round the back of the chipshop for an hour, climb some trees in the park, but there was no way you could make use of all those wasted hours. And if it was chucking it down - crikey! Stuck inside with awful television, the same old dog-eared Bash Street Kids annuals and overplayed Spectrum games.

 

Least nowadays I can spend dreary wet Sundays bothering people on here.

[pogweasel]

Come on Hirst, you've got to look at the plus sides, man,Surely kicking a football round the back of the chiipy was enjoyable. And being older than yow, I can remember there being sod-all TV on during the day, Just a screen with some fake balloons at the edges for a border while you waited for the kids stuff to come on. Telly treats were even fewer and farther between, maybe the odd half-hour of Top Gear in which Noel Edmonds would extol the virtues of the new XR3 INJECTION, or on bank holidays when the Pink Panther and muppets specials would be on. As for sundays, it WAS much better when the shops were shut... get up later than normal, bacon and eggs treat breakfast, bit of garden pottering about, pub for carvery dinner or home-roast and 'watching' the Grand Prix, more snoozing, bit more garden, there, done, lovely. None of this tramping around soul-less retail parks nonsense.

[Pillock]

As for sundays, it WAS much better when the shops were shut... get up later than normal, bacon and eggs treat breakfast, bit of garden pottering about, pub for carvery dinner or home-roast and 'watching' the Grand Prix, more snoozing, bit more garden, there, done, lovely. None of this tramping around soul-less retail parks nonsense.

You do realise, however, that you can still do that? Just because Mr B&Q is ready to open his doors at 10am doesn't mean I can't still be sprawled across the bed, snoring my socks off. I can still get up around eleven, spend ages making a mess (and a fry-up as a side-effect), think about the garden, play some playstation. Then snooze.

[Mr Lobster]

I don't really go with this 'everything was better in the past' thing either. It was different but whether that means better is open to debate. It partly depends on your age at a given time as well - it's easy to look back on a period in your life that was more carefree and think everything was better but I don't think its always the case.Yeh there wasn't that much on telly in the olden days whereas now we have wall to wall Road Wars / Police Stop etc beamed on about 70million channels, we now have internets and all that comes with it. Certainly running old, obscure cars must be easier now than it ever has been with countless websites offering support, parts and everything you might not ever need.I really don't think think we have it that bad today so long as you don't believe everything (anything?) that you read in the Daily Mail. Lifes not that bad really, most of the time it's pretty good I'd say

As for sundays, it WAS much better when the shops were shut... get up later than normal, bacon and eggs treat breakfast, bit of garden pottering about, pub for carvery dinner or home-roast and 'watching' the Grand Prix, more snoozing, bit more garden, there, done, lovely. None of this tramping around soul-less retail parks nonsense.

Hey, thats pretty much exactly what I did this Sunday - got up late (9am!), pottered about in the morning, went to pub and ate all their carvery and had a nice pint, came home and watched the Grand Prix then did very little of any sort of productivity all evening. Pretty good if you ask me!