Pet Peeves

[Caomhaoin]

Trying to get the Bluetooth working in the car to stream choons. I've paired it I don't know how many times but sometimes it forgets the phone and enough time will have elapsed that I can never remember how I got it working the previous time. Jesus Christ the rage. The only options are half an hour of frustration and misstep or else the radio. Spanish radio, not even 2fm or Joe.

[Emphyrio]

That is a curse. I've the same problem. Mine only occasionally offers me handsfree calls too. I changed phones shortly after getting the car so both are remembered but it doesn't automatically connect to my current one.

[Caomhaoin]

There is a USB but my phone is not compatible with the apple car play or whatever its called. And you know yourself, a long drive without the sounds, no thanks.

[Eoin McLove]

CDs gents. CDs.

[Caomhaoin]

A tape deck would be ideal but you'd be putting some grease monkeys kids through college to get one installed in a modern car.

I didn't even realise my car had a cd drive until the glove box opened recently and there she was, hidden away at the top

[91/30]

A tape deck would be ideal but you'd be putting some grease monkeys kids through college to get one installed in a modern car.

I didn't even realise my car had a cd drive until the glove box opened recently and there she was, hidden away at the top

That's a quare spot inside the glovebox.  Good few cars don't have CD players any more.  Handy to have a few 32GB USBs if you're on the road a bit

[Caomhaoin]

Never thought of the usb sticks

[Hellyeah]

CDs gents. CDs.

Agreed, the reason I drive a 14 year old car.

[mickO)))]

Bluetooth especially in cars is one of the most annoying things. Almost as unreliable as airdrop.

[astfgyl]

CDs gents. CDs.

Agreed, the reason I drive a 14 year old car.

I concur

[Carnage]

Always, obviously. Vinyl is [wanker gesture] just no...

[StoutAndAle]

The current weather in Ireland.

I don't mind rain.

I don't mind sun.

I don't mind cold.

What I do fucking mind, however, is rain pissing down sideways but being so fucking warm at the same time that if you wear even the lightest jacket you'll end up cooking yourself in 3 minutes.

[astfgyl]

Yeah it's fuckin cat you either accept getting soaked from the outside in or from the inside out and you have your choice of rain or sweat but either way you're getting a wetting

[StoutAndAle]

Got roped in to help a buddy of mine move. He was still living with his ex after they split for a few months until his own house was vacated by the people that were renting it. Couldn't find anything reasonable to rent in the short term so they agreed to be civil and he stayed in the spare room.

He wanted to do it on Saturday but I was away until Sunday. No other bastard would help him. We arranged to do it at 1100hrs on Monday. Not the ideal August holiday Monday that I had in mind but a mate is a mate.

I steered clear of the sauce on Sunday night knowing what I had to do.

Yer man - on the other fuckin' hand - went out and had a royaller of a weekend culminating with him going to some Pride festival thing on the Sunday polluting himself with drink and Christ knows what else.

I rock up at the gaff Monday morning. Ring the bell.

"He's still in bed" says his ex "but sure come in and wait".

Nearly 45 mins of small talk, lads - and there's no sign of the prick. I can hear the shower running for ages. I keep thumping the door and roaring "Are you right there? I have things to be doing".

Eventually after saying "Mmmm-hmmm" for about the 90th time to his ex I decide, fuck it, and I whip every single box into the trailer hitched onto his car and into the boot/backseat. It's another 15 minutes before he arrives into the hall.

In the middle of all this - I get a message from somebody else asking if I fancy a few snakey afternoon pints which I know would be more craic than this horseshit. I am GUMMING for a cold one but I have to turn it down. Sickened.

Get to his house - and I start tearing boxes up the steps - of course his gaff has to have 6 steps up to the front door, doesn't it?

I turn and expect to see him with boxes in his hands but instead he's sitting in the garden with a Lucozade Sport in his hand going "I'm dying. Christ, I'm dying".

I tell in no uncertain terms that he's not dying but will be dead if he doesn't get off his hole and start hauling these boxes.

"I feel like shite" says he "I dunno if I'll be able to drive you back after we're done." I nearly use him as football at this point.

"So how am I meant to get home?!"

"Ring herself (my missus). Tell her I'm dying. She'll sort it out"

I end up carrying every single box into the gaff on my own. He manages to carry his suits in their hanger bags and whatever shit was in Supervalu and Lidl bags.

I am covered in sweat and dreaming of the 4 Spaten that I had the god-given sense to put in my fridge at home before I left my own house. I grab a glass of tap water to make do.

"Urrrgh. Right." says yer man "some of these boxes need to go upstairs".

"Do they?" says I "On yer fuckin' own there, kid" and off I fucked out the gap.


TL/DR - Pet peeve: Useless cunts who ask for your help but can't help themselves.

[Eoin McLove]

That cunt owes you several pints! That's shocking behaviour