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Really minor annoyances

The posts complaining about the pronunciation of zed as ‘zee’ reminds me of minor irritation when I discover that the pronunciation of ‘aitch’ (as in the letter ‘h’) has now more commonly become ‘haitch’, with an emphasis placed on the initial letter.

And don’t piss me off with bollocks about how it makes more sense or some such shit.
 

Pretty much every single thing related to smart phones and the general public.

Watching son getting interviewed now after the spurs game on the pitch, about 300 people stopped in the ground to watch , every single one of them to a man is filming on the phones. They can't hear him and can barely see him. What's the point ?
 
Last pack in the multipack of crisps. And it's burst. That's a dent in the overall value of the multipack idea and a blight on what is otherwise a fine day for me.
 
Paul Shaffer, band leader with Letterman and whoever else and Ray Cooper banging his bongos with the likes of Clapton. Both they are bigger than those they are playing with.
 
My wife if she cant remember somebody's name, rather than describe some characteristics which would we give me a chance of identifying the person, will give me a list of the names of people who they are not. Just when I think life cant get any more exciting I get to play an impromptu game of guess who to find out who the name of the ex colleague she saw in the town.

My Mam says things like "you remember Margaret?"
"no"
"yes you do, she came to Church with Joyce when you were little. She had a toddler called Billy"
"I've no idea"
"yes you do, anyway, you'll never guess what Billy is doing now........"
and I'm sat there thinking who the hell is she rambling on about 😊

Also she gives directions by shops/buildings that no longer exist and sometimes they didn't exist in my lifetime, yet somehow I'm expected to remember where they were.
 
My Mam says things like "you remember Margaret?"
"no"
"yes you do, she came to Church with Joyce when you were little. She had a toddler called Billy"
"I've no idea"
"yes you do, anyway, you'll never guess what Billy is doing now........"
and I'm sat there thinking who the hell is she rambling on about 😊

Also she gives directions by shops/buildings that no longer exist and sometimes they didn't exist in my lifetime, yet somehow I'm expected to remember where they were.
Oh god this. I am usually supposed to have babysat them at some point too. If I babysat everyone my Ma thinks I did I would have brought half the town up.
 
My Mam says things like "you remember Margaret?"
"no"
"yes you do, she came to Church with Joyce when you were little. She had a toddler called Billy"
"I've no idea"
"yes you do, anyway, you'll never guess what Billy is doing now........"
and I'm sat there thinking who the hell is she rambling on about 😊

Also she gives directions by shops/buildings that no longer exist and sometimes they didn't exist in my lifetime, yet somehow I'm expected to remember where they were.
My mother's like that.

Remember Paul, you were in his class when you were 6?
No
You know Paul. Lived in pettril just next to the woodlands.
Still no.
Well you'll never guess who I saw in the galleries last week?
Paul?
No, his sister, Alice, year below you. She's got 3 kids and one of them just moved to Manchester.

Brilliant mum. Any other pearlers?
 
My mother's like that.

Remember Paul, you were in his class when you were 6?
No
You know Paul. Lived in pettril just next to the woodlands.
Still no.
Well you'll never guess who I saw in the galleries last week?
Paul?
No, his sister, Alice, year below you. She's got 3 kids and one of them just moved to Manchester.

Brilliant mum. Any other pearlers?
With my mother it normally ends, well they died.
 
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