Quote from: The Heretic on July 10, 2025, 04:20:25 PM
Quote from: Carnage on July 10, 2025, 03:25:55 PMThis is true. And the sentiment probably still stands!

And speaking of which - as anyone who's footed turf will tell you, getting down to the toilet the morning after the first day is... interesting.

The bog is hard work as we get older, plus when the weather isn't playing ball its a fkn torture, but when the sun is shining, and you have your flask of tea and sandwiches with you, portable radio going, there's no midges and the birds are singing, there's no better place to be!

That's disgusting bog propaganda.

It's an exercise in misery.

Which is why I sent the eldest off with the in laws this summer to suffer.

I'm on the partner visa but I am now eligible to apply for citizenship so I have to get that bit tied up when I've a few quid. It's not that pricey after you've done the partner bit. Around $500-ish.

Are you going for dual citizenship? I can think of nothing worse than being an Australian citizen. I'm sure your partner is magnificent but I've bever met an Aussie I'd suffer to live.

Yep dual citizenship. Two strong passports to travel on. Aussies are great, no beef there.

My ex brother in law is from Wollongong, and the only reason he's still above ground is that I'd be suspect no. 1. Past coworkers, housemates, associates, all arseholes.

Ah sure I know, people are people. I've had bad experiences with Aussies over the years, that's all.

Plus I'm locked. Sense left the conversation a few hours ago.

Are you trying to say AC/DC are shit? Why would you say that?


A new feature has appeared in recent days on my yahoo account where after I've opened an email, or emails,  I get a separate notification that looks like an email to tell me I've got "offers" or whatever the emails are promoting. I know, I've just read them! Baffling and annoying.

Kids vomiting in the car. My own fault mind, taking the lazy parent option and bringing them for ice cream as a way to kill time (rather than taking the actual time to go for a walk, bike ride or kick a football around), especially since one of them wasn't feeling the best to begin with. New-ish car and all. I wouldn't mind, but we were literally two minutes away from the gaff.
And yes, it's very much a first world problem and trivial in the grand scheme of things, but fuck me this shit doesn't come cheap. Well over €20 for the ice cream plus another €70 for the full valet equals expensive and fruitless day out.

Inspired by Ducky talking about sitting in his garden with a drink and some Coltrane.

I live in an apartment, no balcony, but directly in front of my building is a small but beautiful little park. So in the absence of a garden or outdoor space, one of my simple pleasures is going over there after work or on weekends to sit on the hill, play some tunes, and just unwind and enjoy the surroundings. There's a shop near me that sells those old-school glass bottles of Coke, so often I'll have one of those too to enhance the moment.

Lately though, the old, crabby building watchdog retiree (you know the type) in one of the front apartments (with a balcony) has started coming over when he spots me over there. He's clearly getting bored in retirement but he's one of those energy vampires who will come over and talk at you for 30mins (about the exact length of time it takes me to drink my Coke, defeating that purpose). Mainly it's just listening to him complain about various people and things in the building and neighbourhood. I don't want to tell him to fuck off either though as he's the kind of guy that could be a pain in the ass and could make your life difficult.

So now I'm always in two minds about my relax time in the park because if he comes over I'll be fuming inside and it kills the whole experience. Fuck those absolute thief of time and energy people.

Wear a fake beard and tell him to fuck off next time you go out. Then when you see him afterwards he'll know it was you and you'll know he knows but just deny it to the end. Plausible deniability. Not only do you get your chill out time back you gain it back through the timeless power of evil- win win.

These fucking things  >:(

Wasted hours on fixing a shower today.


An Post. Every fucking thing about An Post.

You're seriously telling me it takes 5 days for a parcel to come from Bray to Dublin?Or Dublin to Galway?Fuck off

Is that with registered post? That should be next day delivery.

My feckin Virgin Prunes LP is MIA and that's going from Melbourne to Melbourne  :laugh:  usually takes two or three days when I order from Searchers Records and I'm a week and a half waiting now. I reckon it's in the post office and the postman didn't bother his bollocks delivering a slip to the house. Geebag.