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Shall we call it PCP white? . Happy Xmas bub and all . Xmas really can be a stressful time where the telly shows us how much fun families have and if your not your a miserable gits.

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I didn't go to asda in the end, I went into town a d to Robert days, which wasnt too bad.

Dont know if I had an ftp or just stalled though, the car cut out as I exited a junction. Pulled over, turned the key and it runs fine again. I put it down to a bad pull away and carried on!

Not sure if it's being more uneconomical at the moment though, only got 148 miles to the last £20,normally I get 197/210 miles... Will keep an eye on that, but may tweak it back up slightly, needs Moar revs to go, now there's less power on tap...

Asssuming you went to Robert dyas, I hope you didn't buy her anything she can kill or bury you with?

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Myself and the 2 boys went to Morrisons in chester le street this morning,fuck you would think they were giving everything away.

Walking across the carpark towards my car,people arguing over bays,driving the wrong way around one-way systems.

Then 2 cars wanting my space,1 directly in front across my front end the other facing that car.Both saw me load up and get in and start up.Both indicate that they want it except the 1 directly in front won't move to let me out incase the other gets the bay.

But he had to move back,as it is a 1 way system i had to go across the front of him,so the other got the bay.

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I just got sent to ASDA for last minute stuff we can't do without like cat litter and tampons, not christmas stuff for once, I already did all that!

 

I was expecting a scene similar to the works of hieronymus bosch but actually I got parked straight away, the shop was mostly empty (customers and stock) and there were 12 tills on so no queue.

 

I'm still grumpy because I had to get off my arse and go to asda when I wanted to sit in front of the fire and drink beer.

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Posted

Stick a tampon up the cat's arse, no need for cat litter.

 

Job jobbed

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Posted

@Dv8.....

Sorry but that's not good enough....

You should have completed loading the car,had a light bulb moment (Ding)...locked the car and gone back in the store........

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I've just been to Asda too, more or less by accident.  I went out in the Cadillac between bouts of Storm Barbara, to take a couple of items to the charity furniture warehouse.  It was closed.  So I nipped across the road to Asda for a couple of things, two of which were  to form part of MrsR's prezzy.  Can't remember seeing shelves so bare, and I used to work in a Tesco!  Car park was busy, if not completely rammed; and yes I did manage to park.  Wasn't looking forward to checkout, but I managed to get in behind a couple who'd nearly done, so that wasn't too bad.  So why the Grump?

Barbara decided to pay another visit as soon as I'd set out, and the furniture warehouse was closed, meaning I had to unload the trunk once I got home.  So I've still got a mantelpiece and a wall clock if anyone wants them.

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Andy18s it did cross my mind but as Barbara was pissing down and i couldn't be bothered with people i got the fuck out of dodge.

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Still don't have working broadband. Elderly Cisco router I've borrowed from a mate needs a patch lead for setup and I'm fucked if I can find one

 

Fucking dirty smack rats.

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My useless fucked-up brain can actually do one, I'm sick to death of it. Had a properly nasty episode this afternoon which left me shaking uncontrollably, I actually thought I was going to fully lose it with a total stranger for absolutely no valid reason whatsoever, and had I done so I would've ended up in serious bother. The situation didn't involve me in the slightest, but an obnoxious raised voice was all it took for the red mist to come down. So now it seems that I can't even trust myself to be alone in public, fantastic.

I know that seems like a dumb thing compared to other people's real problems, but it's another step down the tunnel for me. I couldn't mention it to Mrs_Duke as she's already worried sick about me doing something awful (to myself, admittedly) and I had to put it down somewhere.

As you were.

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My useless fucked-up brain can actually do one, I'm sick to death of it. Had a properly nasty episode this afternoon which left me shaking uncontrollably, I actually thought I was going to fully lose it with a total stranger for absolutely no valid reason whatsoever, and had I done so I would've ended up in serious bother. The situation didn't involve me in the slightest, but an obnoxious raised voice was all it took for the red mist to come down. So now it seems that I can't even trust myself to be alone in public, fantastic.

I know that seems like a dumb thing compared to other people's real problems, but it's another step down the tunnel for me. I couldn't mention it to Mrs_Duke as she's already worried sick about me doing something awful (to myself, admittedly) and had to put it down somewhere.

As you were.

 

It's not a dumb thing at all, chief, far from it. I can see how you wouldn't feel like 'bothering' your missus with it, but can I please respectfully suggest you do tell someone in person? Doctors are pretty good at listening and trying to help and can link you with others even better trained to help. Not meaning to sound patronising here I promise, I do hope (think) you can resolve your situation in time mate, don't suffer in silence though.

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That must have been bloody horrible for you, MrD.  Have you considered speaking with an 'appropriate health professional'?  Look after yourself...

 

 

EDIT: Billy said it better  ;)

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Cheers chaps, I am under the 'care' of the local MH team but my shrink is off sick, and I'd rather leave the emergency facilities for people who are worse off (e.g. on their own, fully suicidal etc - especially this time of year). Right now I'm just incredibly cheesed off, it's like watching my life dissolve one piece at a time. I'd got used to not being able to do most jobs, and got lucky finding one I could do, then I found I'm unable to do that one and probably won't be able to work at all for the foreseeable, now it seems I've got to wave goodbye to yet more of my independence. I wouldn't mind if I was 30 years older, but I seriously doubt I'll be able to adjust as things are.

I know this must sound immensely self-obsessed and annoyingly overblown to people with actual physical disabilities, which they may have had since childhood, and I do apologise if I sound ignorant or trite. But in some ways, I'd find it easier if my body started breaking down - at least I could look at the x-rays & test results and see the enemy, understand what was screwing my life up.  As it is, I'm virtually unafflicted by anything physical and I look 100% healthy in the mirror. Some days I even feel mentally stable - they're the worst days in the long term, as it's then that I start making big plans and starting things that I'll never be able to see through, and the failure will kick me when I'm down.

 

** Slaps himself upside the head **

 

On the plus side, I've convinced Mrs_Duke that her horrid Fiesta is truly borked, so it looks like it'll be getting weighed in soon. If I'm very very lucky, the price of scrap will inexplicably rocket the previous day, and I'll be able to buy a replacement which has more than a week's MOT.

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Asssuming you went to Robert dyas, I hope you didn't buy her anything she can kill or bury you with?

Sorry yes, Robert Dyas, stupid auto correct. I'm sure she could kill me with what I've bought, it's breakable and she could cut my throat. Would possibly be a relief to have a peaceful afterlife!

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Threads disappearing with no explanation.

 

Ben

 

That was a moderation decision.  Check the Craphouse if you'd like to read the thread.

Posted

Does anyone on here do the lease thing? Any experiences / recommendations?

We have a Motability lease car.

 

You only have to get a debilitating, life threatening, life changing terminal disease to qualify.

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I haz been on testosterone gel stuff for 3 weeks now. Sexy tiem has improved by approx 0.7%. At the same time I've got massive weight gain which I'm assuming is a side effect. Had to buy some bigger pants :(

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Just go to all forums and you'll see it.

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I haz been on testosterone gel stuff for 3 weeks now. Sexy tiem has improved by approx 0.7%. At the same time I've got massive weight gain which I'm assuming is a side effect. Had to buy some bigger pants :(

 

It is indeed a side effect; a contributing factor in Alan Turing's suicide in fact - he was forced to take Testosterone to 'cure' his homosexuality, but (understandably) didn't rate his end of the deal too highly. Why can't they prescribe you Viagra?

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Nope, can't find it.

 

Got a link?

 

Thanks

Ben

 

Truthfully, I can't be arsed. Sorry.

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Open forums, at the top. Things get moved for being not relevant enough to shite in general, as an effort to keep things civil - a lot of people don't touch the open forum - and if you don't know it exists you're better off not going anywhere near it.

 

I should point out, lease white is no worse than 'resale silver', the only difference being that times and tastes have changed.

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I have irrational dislikes. It worries me. One of which is a black BMW 330 coupe thing with a private plate that parks badly round the corner from my gaff. I hate the car (though it's actually quite nice) and I hate the owner even more. He works in the garage that did a shit job on my Kia and, even though I have never met him or any contact, I have decided somewhere ona visceral level that he is a prick of the first order and I want to slash all his tyres and pee through his window.

 

This is based purely on: BMW, badly parked, works in a crap garage.

 

Like I said; irrational.

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I haz been on testosterone gel stuff for 3 weeks now. Sexy tiem has improved by approx 0.7%. At the same time I've got massive weight gain which I'm assuming is a side effect. Had to buy some bigger pants :(

 

 

It is indeed a side effect; a contributing factor in Alan Turing's suicide in fact - he was forced to take Testosterone to 'cure' his homosexuality, but (understandably) didn't rate his end of the deal too highly. Why can't they prescribe you Viagra?

As far as I am aware, Viagra is used to treat the inability to rise to the occasion: the testosterone is used to help on job sign-off.

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Really magnificent beginning to Christmas Eve.

 

Woke up early to get ourselves organised for a busy day and to get to the butcher to collect meaty goodness before Christmas siege begins. Thought we'd start off by picking our vegetable bag up from the farm.

 

Lovely juicy pothole, full of water so invisible. Expensive sounding noise followed very soon by severely compromised handling.

 

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Very fuck.

 

Ok, never mind. I have a spare and all the necessaries to effect a swap, including, for once, the locking wheel bolt key. All good.

 

Crouch down in the horrible bloody mud, jack up, wheel off, smashing.

 

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Inner sidewall has borne the brunt of it and the tyre - brand new 2000 miles ago - is scrap. The wheel itself looks alright - I was expecting a big old crack but appears alright - though no doubt it's nicely egg-shaped now.

 

OK, on with the spare. But, what's this? Shit. The hopeless aluminium Audi jack is beginning to buckle and the car has dropped by about an inch. Not enough clearance to get the spare on, and I really don't want to attempt to put the jack under even more strain.

 

Slightly more fuck.

 

We're on a country road, last car that passed was five minutes ago. Home is an hour's walk away but I really don't want to RAC for something like this. All we can do is hope somebody passes soon.

 

Three minutes later, a Merc E320D estate approaches and I flag it down. I recognise the owner as a customer from my old job. I ask her ever so politely, if she's not in too much of a rush, might I borrow her jack for five minutes?

 

"I don't even know if this car has a jack"

 

"Ha! Don't worry, I know your car. It had a jack last time I saw it"

 

It did, and it does. A nice, thick black metal affair that you could probably lift a Unimog with. Did the job nicely. Jacked up 'close' to the approved jacking point, kicked the horribly distorted Audi jack away, on with the wheel, car down, tightened bolts, lovely.

 

Jack tidily re-installed in Merc, exchanged Xmas pleasantries. If you're reading this - thanks again. You're good people.

 

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So, I'm now back on a 1998 Dunlop, and can expect a sizeable bill after Christmas. I also have cold, dirty fingers, manky nails, muddy jeans and will likely have twisted and strained all kinds of muscles because I tend to work on cars in horribly awkward ways.

 

On a totally different note, for my new job I have to appear to give a toss about social media. If anybody on here would care to follow me on Twitter @RoadworkUK It wouldn't go amiss, and would help my ego no end...

 

Merry Xmas!

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