Pet Peeves

[StoutAndAle]

There must be a psychological condition that relates to accidentally blowing your muck to Derek Davis. I'd say many a young lad in Ireland in the 80s was caught out. I wonder how that level of trauma has manifested itself in later life.

Who knows? Probably by venting rage about young fellas that you work with on a local metal talkpage or something. I mean, I'm surmising but...

I actually had to look up what Thelma Mansfield looked like back in her heyday. All I remember is a load of blonde hair smiling and talking before "The Beachcombers" started.

I would have definitely offered to buy Thelma a Campari and soda or a half pint of Satzenbrau if she were so inclined.

[Black Shepherd Carnage]

I normally don't lend my stuff to people as it's often a formula for making them disappear but I was reading Carmilla in work recently and got chatting to someone about it. I said I'd give her a loan thinking, it's only a hundred pages long, I'll get it back in a few days. Weeks pass, no sign. I'm dropping subtle hints by asking her what she thinks about it etc. This morning she tells me she'll have it for me tomorrow but she has bought me a replacement copy because her lunch spilled on the one I gave her. That's completely sound and inarguable but now I'm in the awkward position of actually wanting the original back as it's one I bought while on honeymoon in Australia, so it has some sentimental attachment. She told me the replacement is a nicer edition with illustrations so how do I say I'd prefer the original inferior copy without making her feel like shit?! The gas thing is that most of my books end up a bit ropey because I end up bringing them into work so a few lunch stains are par for the course along with grubby hand prints and yes,  oh Lord yes,  those sweet sweet broken spines!

Going by the info here, I think it's safe to conclude that your book was turned to in a toilet emergency situation where the deed had been done before noticing there was no bog roll left. She seems like a very honest type, so she would have told herself that saying her "lunch" got on it wasn't strictly speaking a lie.

[Eoin McLove]

 

[Eoin McLove]

There must be a psychological condition that relates to accidentally blowing your muck to Derek Davis. I'd say many a young lad in Ireland in the 80s was caught out. I wonder how that level of trauma has manifested itself in later life.

Who knows? Probably by venting rage about young fellas that you work with on a local metal talkpage or something. I mean, I'm surmising but...

I actually had to look up what Thelma Mansfield looked like back in her heyday. All I remember is a load of blonde hair smiling and talking before "The Beachcombers" started.

I would have definitely offered to buy Thelma a Campari and soda or a half pint of Satzenbrau if she were so inclined.

Beachcombers  I don't think I've ever met anyone else who remembers that. Growing up as a deprived kid who only had access to RTE has left its scars.

[Giggles]

I normally don't lend my stuff to people as it's often a formula for making them disappear but I was reading Carmilla in work recently and got chatting to someone about it. I said I'd give her a loan thinking, it's only a hundred pages long, I'll get it back in a few days. Weeks pass, no sign. I'm dropping subtle hints by asking her what she thinks about it etc. This morning she tells me she'll have it for me tomorrow but she has bought me a replacement copy because her lunch spilled on the one I gave her. That's completely sound and inarguable but now I'm in the awkward position of actually wanting the original back as it's one I bought while on honeymoon in Australia, so it has some sentimental attachment. She told me the replacement is a nicer edition with illustrations so how do I say I'd prefer the original inferior copy without making her feel like shit?! The gas thing is that most of my books end up a bit ropey because I end up bringing them into work so a few lunch stains are par for the course along with grubby hand prints and yes,  oh Lord yes,  those sweet sweet broken spines!

Going by the info here, I think it's safe to conclude that your book was turned to in a toilet emergency situation where the deed had been done before noticing there was no bog roll left. She seems like a very honest type, so she would have told herself that saying her "lunch" got on it wasn't strictly speaking a lie.

[StoutAndAle]

I stopped lending books, records etc. a few years back. Fed up of losing shit. I had a comedy book from 1963 that my uncle gave me. A lad I shared a house with spotted it one day and asked could he borrow it. I moved out about 6 months later and that he'd swore he get it back to me. That was about 20 years ago and it still annoys me.

DVD box sets coming back with a disc missing out of them.

The one that sticks in my mind more than any other though is getting back a dishelleved copy of "The Van" by Roddy Doyle. It was all curled up and stained. It wasn't that new to begin with but it sure wasn't that bad. My buddy handed it back to me in the local.

"There you are. Thanks for the loan of it".

"What the fuck happened to this?"

"Oh yeah. It got wet and I dried it on the rad."

"Got wet?"

"Yeah, the brother called over a few weeks ago after a night out. He was steamed up to the gills so he slept on my sofa where I had been reading your book. Pissed himself in his sleep. On my couch. Can you believe that?"

[Kurt Cocaine]

Lad, is there literally ANYTHING that hasn't happened to you? 

[StoutAndAle]

Lad, is there literally ANYTHING that hasn't happened to you? 

A buddy of mine once told me that I am a "magnet for hassle".

[Kurt Cocaine]

And a Rare Earth one at that... 

[Nazgûl]

 

Yeah to be fair that is a very particular situation to find oneself in: your mate's brother having pissed on it was rare enough, but then for said mate to think it's just OK to hand it back after drying it on the radiator, and be totally honest about the whole thing.

Fucking gas!

[Black Shepherd Carnage]

 
Love it.

[The Heretic]

There must be a psychological condition that relates to accidentally blowing your muck to Derek Davis. I'd say many a young lad in Ireland in the 80s was caught out. I wonder how that level of trauma has manifested itself in later life.

Who knows? Probably by venting rage about young fellas that you work with on a local metal talkpage or something. I mean, I'm surmising but...

I actually had to look up what Thelma Mansfield looked like back in her heyday. All I remember is a load of blonde hair smiling and talking before "The Beachcombers" started.

I would have definitely offered to buy Thelma a Campari and soda or a half pint of Satzenbrau if she were so inclined.

Beachcombers  I don't think I've ever met anyone else who remembers that. Growing up as a deprived kid who only had access to RTE has left its scars.

Beachcombers was class.....now who remembers Chopper Squad?

[Eoin McLove]

My book predicament resolved itself nicely. The replacement copy didn't arrive and she is leaving this job today so she gave me back the copy I gave her (avec weewee and poopoo stains possibly).

[Kurt Cocaine]

Getting the 2021 holiday schedule from work and feeling all kinds of meh!

[Caomhaoin]

People turning the rear fog light on when it's completely unnecessary to do so. It's like Chinese water torture being stuck behind one.