#3435 September 09, 2021, 12:19:46 AM Last Edit: September 09, 2021, 05:53:32 PM by warhead
Discussions on corona are really tiring, can't avoid/escape it anywhere I go.
Steelfest and discussions connected to the happenings around it are even worse.
I feel like wanting to get aids right now. Or plague, at least.

Seeing as you are here, Warhead, the fucking prices in Dubrovnik. I was in Edinburgh a few years ago and heard a punter say 'where's your mask ya robbin bastard'?which I was tempted to say several times. 400 kuna to walk on the city walls for two! What's that, 50 quid? Paris seems economical by comparison!

Quote from: Caomhaoin on September 09, 2021, 08:11:28 PM
Seeing as you are here, Warhead, the fucking prices in Dubrovnik. I was in Edinburgh a few years ago and heard a punter say 'where's your mask ya robbin bastard'?which I was tempted to say several times. 400 kuna to walk on the city walls for two! What's that, 50 quid? Paris seems economical by comparison!

Yeah, have to admit it is very easy to get bloody robbed as a tourist in Croatia.
I was walking the city walls in Dubrovnik a couple of times in the past and don't remember it being SO expensive  ???
It is very easy to get charged big money in a fish restaurant for example, and then get sub par meal. That would be the rule actually.

after speaking to a friend the other day it reminded me of something that used to drive me insane.

having been on both sides of the deli counter, what is it with them? the customers are always cunts and the staff are always braindead knuckle draggers. its not hard to make a chicken fillet role and its not ok to flip the lid because the role isnt cut into perfect 3rds ye prick. worst story about this was one cunt who used to work in a deli near me. every time ye would que up your would say a little prayer ye would be dealing with him. he would get everything wrong. every single thing. i once asked him for a chicken fillet role with spicy chicken, cheese and taco sauce, what i got was a toasted wrap with tuna salad, peppers, no cheese and soaked in ketchup. then the fuckin prick would get stroppy when ye complained lol 

CD I bought on Ebay in July was showing no signs of arriving, I ran a track & trace and it's on its way back to the seller. Fucking annoying, contacted him, the address is correct, wasn't held up by customs or anything, just marked as 'undeliverable'. He said he'll let me know when it gets back to him and we'll see what's what then (and I'm covered by Ebay/Paypal either way, so I'm not worried) but it's a pain in the arse.

Last week I spent a day doing the White Card, which is the Australian version of the Safe Pass. When I booked it online it was called White Card training. Throughout the entire day it was referred to as the White Card. When I finished I was given a certificate saying I passed White Card training. The physical card arrived today and it's called the Work Safe Construction Induction card! No mention of the words White Card anywhere on the fucking thing! I fucking hate that sort of bureaucratic vagueness. No doubt if I had to ring up about it they'd have a different name again for it in the office. The Certificate of Health and Safety or something just to make sure you never really know if you're actually talking about what you think you're talking about. Mind boggling shit.

Eventually getting through check in and security at Dublin Airport to find Burger King shut.
'We're really, really sorry about this, but try eating at our overpriced shithole places instead"

The chilli cheese lovers 3.0 from burger king is spectacular.

Drove 130km round trip to have one lately. It cured my hangover instantly.

I had one a couple of hours ago. So much meat. Tasty but it's a lot to get through.

Yep definitely wouldn't be going for the second one. Also asking them to go handy on the cheese sauce saves the jeans

Quote from: astfgyl on September 17, 2021, 06:35:33 PM
Also asking them to go handy on the cheese sauce saves the jeans

Front or back?  :-X


Had an earthquake in Melbourne today yay measured 6 on the rectum scale and I missed the fucking thing. Sitting in the van on my morning break and didn't feel anything. I feel ripped off  :laugh:

Tradespeople. Nearly everyone of them that I've had the misfortune of dealing with on the renovation project has let me down in some sense or another. The only one that hasn't is the carpenter and seeing as he's my brother I am discounting that.

I have to get the contractor back because one of the jobs his lads did isn't right.

"I'll be there Tuesday at five"

"I have to finish work early so"

"Only time I'm around this week"

Text him on Tuesday at 1630hrs "We still OK for today"

"No. Can't do it.  Meant to call you. Thursday at six?"

"Yes. OK"

Thursday comes. No sign of him after I haring it home to be there on time. No answer when I ring him. Text at 1930hrs "I'm meant to call to you this week, it'll be next week now or the week after".

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK them!

'This side a' Christmas? Yer foolin' yourself lad'.