Some day (sooner than you think) you will be these people.

I'm halfway there.  I use this forum as practice.

Quote from: Eoin McLove on July 17, 2019, 09:54:49 AM
I'm halfway there.  I use this forum for practice.
Fixed that for you pal.


Getting into ridiculous passive aggressive spats with online muppets! Might be time for a forum break  8)

Quote from: Eoin McLove on July 17, 2019, 09:27:36 AM
My in-laws are staying with us,  they've been here two weeks,  and they are sound.  But Jaysus,  they are starting to get on my fucking tits.  If you're watching telly,  reading,  listening to music or basically doing anything that demands a bit of focus, tough shit,  there's an anecdote that needs telling/retelling. That time they bought a pair of socks for a really great price,  where they got them, how many socks were in the pair,  how much socks usually cost,  how much they saw a pair of socks being sold for in Dublin yesterday, while they wait in expectation for your response- bewilderment usually- but, ultimately, your response is irrelevant.  The drivel spills forth regardless. Pretending to be deaf while simultaneously listening to music is a new skill I'm developing.

I feel your pain. Some people seem to have this need to fill every silent void with chatter. Sometimes it's nice just to sit and space out without being asked what's wrong or be accused of being cranky or odd because you haven't spoken in half an hour.

I come from a small family, a brother & sister, only one uncle on my old man's side and an aunt on the mother's side, no cousins to speak of, my grandparents are all dead. To that end, any family gatherings could be held in a garden shed and there'd be room to dance. Also, it's a family tradition to not talk about things and just bottle up your feelings until you die of a heart attack or alcoholism - like any decent sort of person. 

My wife comes from a family where her mother is one of ten children (no central heating in the 1950s, I guess), each of whom had at least 3 children and each of those children now has at least 2 children. They all like and talk to each other! What sort of madness is this? I've been to gigs in Vicar St. where there have been less people than some of their family parties.

Like you said, McLove, you're not there to offer an answer or engage in witty repartee. You're just there to be a reflection of sound waves. 

Back when I used to smoke - I would excuse myself and head outside. Once I went and sat on a bench at the end of the street. Took a cigarette from the box and lit it. Aaaaah. And then "Ah, the oul cigarettes. Bad for you. Did I ever tell you how myself and Paddy Murphy had a bet in 1973 about who could give up cigarettes and stay off them, it was around the same time that I bought new sash windows for the house. Back in those days a sash window meant hat you had a few bob in your pocket or that you were a Protestant. You're not Protestant yourself are you? I mean, if you are, you are. But anyway this fella Richard O'Leary was selling his Ford Capri. It was blue... was it, it was... wait no... I'm wrong there now. Actually, no second guessed myself, it was blue. So I says to him, that's a beautiful Ford Cap... Red! It was red! I knew it wasn't blue. But if you imagine it that nowadays you could get a holiday abroad....."

My missus says that she has seen me scouting escape routes as soon as I get into a house - be aware that the closest exit may be behind you.

Quote from: Eoin McLove on July 17, 2019, 10:14:17 AM
Getting into ridiculous passive aggressive spats with online muppets! Might be time for a forum break  8)
Hahaha, 'passive aggressive'........


https://youtu.be/PyHr-4SeILI

What are you 2 lads fighting about?

Quote from: Pedrito on July 17, 2019, 12:24:49 PM
What are you 2 lads fighting about?
Fucked if I know, I'm just going with the flow...  :abbath:










;D

Re the in-laws, I get the same from my partners mother. Only she likes to pepper it with the death and cancer notices. "Do you remember Sean that used to work in the shop?" (Partner) "No". In-law "His sister's husband has colon cancer...riddled so he is. I knew he'd get cancer, the way he used to be going around the place..." sigh :-\

Quote from: Eoin McLove on July 17, 2019, 09:27:36 AM
That time they bought a pair of socks for a really great price,

That time i got a dinner, steak, mushrooms, chips etc etc all for 2 euro blah blah blah

What is the need to tell everyone about the great bargain you got. I couldn't give a flying fuck how much you've paid for your whatever the fuck you've bought. The bloody tedium of it.

David O'Doherty. Just in general, I hate that prick.

People who are tight with money..not necessarily people who are wise with their money but people who are just tight..people who moan over the price of everything without appreciating the value of it.....a specialist IT book for 20 euros second hand??.....jees thats wile money.....or who wont hand a tradesman an extra 20 on top of his agreed price for a job well done......(I'm not a tradesman but I do hire them like most people)...its a fucking disease that kind of attitude....

Why would you pay someone extra for doing what you hired them to do in the first place properly? It's not as if tradesmen are making minimum wage any lads I know with a trade are making money hand over fist.

It's the same as registered post a ridiculous concept were you are paying the post office nearly double the postage cost just to ensure they actually do their job properly.

I think the problem a lot of people have with the cost of things is that the price of everything continually rises yet wages always remain stagnant.


yep I would go along with that. I would have no problem, and I regularly do, tipping a job well done. That said, the expectation of it drives me fucking mad. The biggest culprits are Italian restaurants where you are given maybe 2 plates of food, a bit of pepper is sprinkled on top and somehow that´s more work than someone making you a coffee in Starbucks. Here in Spain where I live, people rarely tip. It is expected that the worker is paid by the owner and service etc is part of the overall price of the food you pay for..how does that not make sense? If I look at my hometown Drogheda, restaurant owners, of course, work hard, but I would see them driving around in big cars and living in very big houses...pay your workers ffs!! Nobody likes a scab, but you can be taken for a ride too.