Sheikh
At the Start
Toasters that don't do both sides evenly.
I just hate the morning to work routine via public transport. To counteract it and to restore some individuality, I do the opposite to the lemmings. If they are all rushing off the train I ll wait until last. On the way into the city rather than walk into the back of people I cross over to the empty footpath at the other side.
Negotiating through Liverpool Street station with the following:
People who stop dead in front of you for no reason.
People who wander all over the place sending texts.
People who are too idle to carry their bags and drag those small wheelie things that you can't see as they are too small. Why bother??
People who wait until they're at the barrier and decide to start looking for their tickets.
Unseamed vein here. Don't start me off about the actual travelling...
People who rush to get ahead of you, then either stop or walk slower than you do.
People who rush past you to get to doorways first, then stop.
See, DO's not just a pretty face, y'know...
Yes, Reds, a bob was a shilling, and you never said 'bobs' for plural, so a bob or ten bob, but not ten bobs, while ten shillings was all right! 10s was in note form, too. 2s 6d was half-a-crown. A tanner was sixpence, which was half a shilling, and there were also farthings, all in the last half of the last century.
People who move to the 'countryside' and then moan constantly about muck on roads, tractors on roads, mud on their vehicles, plus want street lighting in their village....yadayadayada - just feck off back to the suburbs, why don't you all ?
(I suppose any change in currency would be, as demonstrated by the complaints from our Irish forumites when they switched to the Euro.)
Wasn't decimalisation a rip-off?
I seem to remember that going surprisingly smoothly.
I just hate the morning to work routine via public transport. To counteract it and to restore some individuality, I do the opposite to the lemmings. If they are all rushing off the train I ll wait until last. On the way into the city rather than walk into the back of people I cross over to the empty footpath at the other side.
When that realisation dawns that you've wasted 6 weeks of your life that you will never get back