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  1. Blacking up

    I was assuming your account was an ongoing parody, but you really are just very thick.
  2. Petty Things That Get On Your Nerves...

    Just thought of another.
  3. Petty Things That Get On Your Nerves...

    That is a very reasonable explanation. I, however, am as petty as can be, and I am having none of it. It must cease to be.
  4. Petty Things That Get On Your Nerves...

    Just thought of another. When people refer to the singer above as "Macca". On topic for this site, it's similarly cringeworthy when folk refer to footballers with their nicknames. I heard some twat calling up talksport about Mark Hughes, and referring to him only as "Sparky". Over the years I've also heard countless morons calling Scottish stations to discuss "Boydy" or "Broony". These people aren't your friends. They don't want to be your friends. Stop talking about them like you know them. You don't.
  5. Alesha MacPhail case

    You could, if I had the remotest intention of telling goons like yourself which case it was. As it is, I don't. Regarding this juror, however, they were an imbecile in many ways. That said, the QC's name is publicly known and while I don't approve of their actions, nor am I very surprised. e.g. I've seen dear old Donald Findlay's approximate salary in passing before. Is the BBC breaking the law by publishing it?
  6. Alesha MacPhail case

    I just came of a fairly unpleasant case at the High Court. Nothing remotely in this league obviously - it was rape and intimidation and general evilness over 20 odd years. I'd only ever done jury duty at the sheriff court before, and I naively did not expect the defense lawyer to be such a monumental c*nt. I appreciate that they have to do the "job" to the extent of their abilities, but he was at least as creepy as the perpetrator (they were guilty as could be), and tried everything to undermine all opposing evidence. As we left, after a few weeks of grimness, one of the other jurors mentioned that they'd looked him up. The accused was rich, and his (thankfully unsuccessful) defence council earned around 9 times the salary of the public prosecutor. It was good that the evidence told against the accused, because frankly otherwise the case would have gone down. The defence lawyer ran rings round what the Crown prosecutor could do. It was a mismatched fight, and that is worrying.
  7. Petty Things That Get On Your Nerves...

    Can whoever did the David Cameron licking tears .gif do something similar for this. Pls thx x x x
  8. Petty Things That Get On Your Nerves...

    The person singing it's voice annoys me. It's an incredibly contrived vocal. I was incensed enough to google it and it's a cover of a Wings track. The guilty party is this bellend Billy Paul. https://www.tvadmusic.co.uk/2017/10/peoples-postcode-lottery-knocking-at-your-door/ On the subject, I saw this cover of the Wings release. The howling state of McCartney's face nearly made me vomit. No wonder the B-side was called "beware my love". What a tit.
  9. Petty Things That Get On Your Nerves...

    I didn't even know it was on the TV! That makes its proliferation even worse, but in this case my ire has been irked by it being ubiquitous on the radio.
  10. Petty Things That Get On Your Nerves...

    That fucking "Someone's knockin' at the door" shitehouse of a song that's on the Postcode Lottery adverts all the time.
  11. C**** on a Train

    This exact guy used to get on the 44 (now 4) bus in Glasgow. I assume he worked in Scottish Power in Cathcart as that's where he got on. I've never smelled a fag reek like it, and I used to share a flat with heavy smokers. It was like he'd rolled in old ashtrays. This guy was in his 30s but had the white hair of a 60 year old. I liked to imagine it was bleached by standing in a constant cloud of smoke.
  12. C**** on a Train

    The opposite of this also annoys me - c*nts who absolutely must be first off the train. I'll qualify that by saying that I don't mind if they sprint off and are in a rush; they may be heading for a connection that if missed means a 30-minute wait. But there are dicks who sit nervously waiting to jump up when there's still several minutes to go till their stop, and then block other passengers once on the platform because they are slow and/or stupid. This often involves looking for their ticket to get through the barriers, as though they don't have to do this every day. When I used to work in East Kilbride I would often get the bus rather than drive (C*nts on a bus thread for this pish). On the occasions I did this there was always an ugly wee woman who would leave the bus at the same stop as me. She would get up from her seat the second the bus left the previous stop. She would then get off the bus and totter off down the footpath at a slow, short-legged, pace, carrying bags to either side of her, while all the other disembarking passengers struggled to find a way past her. She would then get to the crossing over the road (again just a footpath - not much space) and block everyone from crossing while she dithered about. On several occasions I missed easy opportunities to cross during a gap in the traffic flow because of this daft cow. People would regularly and pointedly stomp through the muddy verge to get past her, but she remained oblivious. Once or twice, out of sheer pettiness, I sat near the front of the bus and blocked her getting off by getting up immediately as we left the previous stop. She actually bumped into the back of me by bouncing around from foot to foot so much, driven insane by the fact she wasn't getting off first. I used to fantasise about pushing her under the wheels of the thing.
  13. Wise words - this was exactly what I started doing.
  14. I think I'm one of those people who could sleep all day if allowed to, that's why I'm strict with myself and the alarm. On the occasions I do have a lie in, if I don't have anything to do, I go for it to a silly extent. Eventually the missus will drag me out of bed because it's 11 o clock. This sort of thing was what got me hopping up at first alarm. I've also heard it's not good psychologically to keep lurking under the covers.
  15. Years ago I would have agreed with you, but it's like anything - once in a habit you're fine. I'm kidding about people being feckless wasters, but again it's all about habit. If someone's stuck in the habit of hitting snooze 20 times they'll continue doing so. But it's really not good for your sleep or your mood in the morning.