I’m not sure if this is only in the UK or elsewhere but police often park up on motorway bridges over the carriageway and set up speed cameras. Which is why when I see a car parked in a similar spot I immediately get worried and check my speedometer, not that I’m speeding of course.
Happy new year to you all, I had a good night, I think a house party is certainly the best option for new year. However the one thing that bugs me about new year is the sky high expectations, as one person in the newspaper referred to it this week “forced joviality”. Often it doesn’t live up to the hype but I guess over the years you learn to manage your expectations and quietly hope this will be the new year with the killer party.
There’s that little gap between the seat and the console, or down by the door, right where you can see the rails the seat is on. It’s like a magnet for small coins or bits of wrapper and it’s difficult to get stuff out of. Sliding the seat back and forth hoping to dislodge it or make a bigger gap to get the offending litter.
Still I guess it can be seen as a way of saving money for later.
The title is so misleading - “Sparkling water” makes it sound like some amazing magical water - not some horrible gassy monstrosity.
The amount of times I’ve accidentally picked up a bottle without checking simply because I wouldn’t expect anyone to sell an abomination such as carbonated water is ridiculous. The solution is quite clearly not for me to be more careful but for people to stop selling sparkling water.
Stop posting slideshows to YouTube, or if you do at least write “slideshow” in the title. It’s a video website, if I see a title on YouTube I assume it’s going to be a video with motion and everything, not a stream of pictures with a crappy bit of music over the top. Even if you do that pan around the picture thing and nice fades in and out it still doesn’t make up for it or disguise the whole charade.
I’m sure many people stuff things into their drawers quickly just to get them out of the way, which is great until you come back to open it. For some reason things expand in drawers and when you come to open them they jam on the top, this is a pain in the arse to open. Various implements later, wooden spoons, knives etc draw slams, trapped hands and you might be lucky enough to finally get the thing open. I’m not sure what you do otherwise? I’ve never had to go that far - good luck stuck drawer person.
Who knew there was a proper way to dispense TicTacs? Maybe if you do this you won’t get one wedged in the bottom. I’ve seen people go mad trying to break the thing open to get at the stuck TicTac, it hardly seems worth the effort.
There are a lot of people not on Twitter or Facebook, some of them are like my dad, they’d have no idea what to do if they were on either service. Some however love to tell you how they don’t use social media, how they aren’t a mindless sheep, how they don’t have a need to tell everyone what they had for breakfast, with a picture, and how they have enough real life friends without getting an ego boost from 1000s of friends on facebook. They like to tell you how pointless and shallow social media is, how facebook friend lists are often full of people you don’t even know in real life, how it’s such a meaningless number and how crass living out your life on social media is
They’re often more annoying than those people who overshare everything on facebook. You don’t use social media. We get it, if you did I’d have un-followed and de-friended you by now for going on and on about it.
You put a DVD in and it seems a bit quiet, so you turn it up - still quite quiet, up the volume a bit more. BOOOOOOM the movie kicks in, that was just a quiet intro and you’ve just woken up everyone within 3 streets.
I enjoy films at the cinema, I’ve enjoyed some of them a lot, but I’ve never felt the need to applaud at the end. Who are you clapping? The director? The actors? Why are you clapping here? They can’t hear you. It always seems super geeky and a bit tragic.
The only screening you can acceptably applaud at is one where a cast member or someone involved in making the film is in attendance, so stop clapping at the end of Christopher Nolan films at my local cinema, send him a gushy love letter or something.