Fucksake, he's one of the most visible and vocal voices on the issue. Gobshites.

It's hard to take much of this outrage seriously.  Often I find the causes are worthy but the people who are most vocally behind them are so outlandish as to undermine any value the cause might hold.  It often takes a force of will to separate the messenger from the message :laugh:

Those fuck heads survive on people even talking about what they say /do. The less attention paid to them online the sooner they will fuck off.

Pick the most moronic thing to say that will make people go 'WTF' and post/blog/cry about it.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cohlEmznmM

Ebay sellers who post blurry pictures of their items...I mean ffsakes?

Attending a local eatery for lunch with a chum and there's half of the town's secondary school population in front.

Lol this thread is such a mood ✌️

Quote from: Aborted on September 24, 2019, 01:32:22 PM
[Such and such] is such a mood ✌️
Fucking that. That right there.

Or anything 'giving me all the feels'. Aaaaggghh!!!!

Someone I follow on Instagram posted a picture of a pizza she made.. "this food is such a mood" #positivevibes

I no longer follow her.. I don't care how amazing 'dat ass' is!

Are Megadeth t shirts the new Penneys trend?

Seen several 'chungwans' going around the last few days wearing the same Megadeth t shirt.

Nah,  teenage girls are just mad for Megadave.


It's the hair man, they can't resist those ginger locks  :laugh:.

Walking/cycling against the wind and it keeps blowing my hood off my head  :'(

Quote from: Giggles on October 01, 2019, 11:14:21 AM
Walking/cycling against the wind and it keeps blowing my hood off my head  :'(
Drawstrings are there for a reason lad.  :abbath:

The volume of music playing in the gym. Sub-peeve - why is it always shit music?

It's bad enough that the tunes they play sound like R2-D2 on the bowl after 12 pints of cider and a kebab but when it's so loud that I can hear it over what I'm playing on my headphones, it's fucking ludicrous.

I discovered this morning that there's a volume panel on a wall so I turned music down a bit. Don't get me wrong, it was still loud but not blaring. Up on the treadmill and I started off. About three minutes later there's a young lad, about 20, standing on the treadmill next to me, arms crossed, glaring. Imagine a young Kenneth Williams. In a blue tracksuit with the gym company's logo on it.

"Alright?" I ask.

"Did you turn the music down?"

"Em, I did a few minu...."

"It's for everyone, you know? Not just you!".

I paused the treadmill and turned to face him. "It's 0530 man, there's literally nobody else here. Look. Nobody."

"That's not the point, the equipment is sensitive and you might damage it."

"By turning the volume knob?"

"Yes! There's a sign on the wall that says only employees may adjust the volume"

"No there isn't"

Off he goes to the panel. There isn't a sign. I give him the thumbs up and start up the treadmill. He turns the music back up and fucks off. I forget about it until I finish my hour. There on the wall as I leave the room is a newly made sign - laminated and all, if you don't mind - which reads "Do NOT adjust the volume of the music. Only authourised gym personell may do so."  (SIC)

After showering and stuff I pass your man in the reception. He's bitching about something with some young one working there.

"Do you sign the signs now?!" he sneered.

"I do yeah but someone needs to get his mam check their spellings before laminating and sticking them up everywhere."