Common
Freddy Woo writes, "My wife thinks calling the front room a lounge is common. Worse, a friend of hers recently admonished her daughter for calling a toilet, a toilet. Lavatory darling. It's lavatory."
My own mother refused to let me use the word 'oblong' instead of 'rectangle'. Which is just odd, to be honest.
What stuff do you think is common?
( , Thu 16 Oct 2008, 16:06)
Freddy Woo writes, "My wife thinks calling the front room a lounge is common. Worse, a friend of hers recently admonished her daughter for calling a toilet, a toilet. Lavatory darling. It's lavatory."
My own mother refused to let me use the word 'oblong' instead of 'rectangle'. Which is just odd, to be honest.
What stuff do you think is common?
( , Thu 16 Oct 2008, 16:06)
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Back at the beginning of the year I was doing a 3-month contract job for a quite respectable specialist software company.
One weekend I'd gone to visit family in Suffolk. Picture the scene, 5:30pm on a Friday, waiting to pull onto a roundabout on the A12, some poor sod in a Peugeot was either half asleep or not concentrating and slams smack into the back of me. Nothing major but both cars needed an insurance repair.
Now... because it was clearly the other guy's fault his insurance company offered a like-for-like courtesy car. I normally drive an A4 but they didn't have any Audis on the fleet so they offered me a 3-series or a Merc C-class. Not being a big fan of BMWs I took the C-class.
Half an hour later I get a phone call "sorry, we don't have a C-class available, will an E-class do?" Hell yes!
So the car gets dropped off. All the toys, leather, sat-nav, a back seat big enough to have wild kinky sex on... the next morning I drive into work and park up.
Next to the director's cars.
One BMW 320, one Citroen C5, one Audi A3.
The E-class dwarves them all.
My colleague (18 years old, bit of a boy racer, had a kev'd up Astra) took great delight in telling management "heh, he's got a better car than all of you!"
Had it for about 3 weeks all in as there was a backlog at the body shop getting mine repaired. But on one occasion I was visiting friends in Devon, drove into McDonalds in Barnstaple to see a bunch of chavs in their Vauxhall Corsas with ridiculous oversize alloys and rear wings that look like they'd been nicked off a Cessna.
Of course I couldn't resist. I'm in a rear-drive car... I knocked it down to 2nd (sequential automatic gearbox) and kicked the tail end out, took it in a 360 degree powerslide around McD's car park and slid sideways into a parking space.
I then got out of the car along with my friend (who was laughing her head off), walked past the aforementioned chavs and just said "evening!"
You kinda had to be there I guess...
( , Fri 17 Oct 2008, 16:33, 5 replies)
Back at the beginning of the year I was doing a 3-month contract job for a quite respectable specialist software company.
One weekend I'd gone to visit family in Suffolk. Picture the scene, 5:30pm on a Friday, waiting to pull onto a roundabout on the A12, some poor sod in a Peugeot was either half asleep or not concentrating and slams smack into the back of me. Nothing major but both cars needed an insurance repair.
Now... because it was clearly the other guy's fault his insurance company offered a like-for-like courtesy car. I normally drive an A4 but they didn't have any Audis on the fleet so they offered me a 3-series or a Merc C-class. Not being a big fan of BMWs I took the C-class.
Half an hour later I get a phone call "sorry, we don't have a C-class available, will an E-class do?" Hell yes!
So the car gets dropped off. All the toys, leather, sat-nav, a back seat big enough to have wild kinky sex on... the next morning I drive into work and park up.
Next to the director's cars.
One BMW 320, one Citroen C5, one Audi A3.
The E-class dwarves them all.
My colleague (18 years old, bit of a boy racer, had a kev'd up Astra) took great delight in telling management "heh, he's got a better car than all of you!"
Had it for about 3 weeks all in as there was a backlog at the body shop getting mine repaired. But on one occasion I was visiting friends in Devon, drove into McDonalds in Barnstaple to see a bunch of chavs in their Vauxhall Corsas with ridiculous oversize alloys and rear wings that look like they'd been nicked off a Cessna.
Of course I couldn't resist. I'm in a rear-drive car... I knocked it down to 2nd (sequential automatic gearbox) and kicked the tail end out, took it in a 360 degree powerslide around McD's car park and slid sideways into a parking space.
I then got out of the car along with my friend (who was laughing her head off), walked past the aforementioned chavs and just said "evening!"
You kinda had to be there I guess...
( , Fri 17 Oct 2008, 16:33, 5 replies)
No way is that common.
If you described it as "pure stunnin', man" then it would have been. Or if you'd ended up in the middle of the queue for the drive-thru by not being able to control the slide.
Well done on a string of luck culminating in a well executed maneuver!
( , Fri 17 Oct 2008, 16:36, closed)
If you described it as "pure stunnin', man" then it would have been. Or if you'd ended up in the middle of the queue for the drive-thru by not being able to control the slide.
Well done on a string of luck culminating in a well executed maneuver!
( , Fri 17 Oct 2008, 16:36, closed)
Pah!
Until you've handbrake parked a 3.5 ton LDV Convoy sideways you ain't done nuffink!
( , Fri 17 Oct 2008, 17:21, closed)
Until you've handbrake parked a 3.5 ton LDV Convoy sideways you ain't done nuffink!
( , Fri 17 Oct 2008, 17:21, closed)
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