Kids on trains = annoyance.

People shouting into mobiles on trains = annoyance.

Kids on trains, shouting into mobiles to their friends in the SAME FUCKING CARRIAGE = a knot of anger in the stomach which burns so brightly it must surely give you an ulcer.

And breathe.

Do you really mean kids, or do you mean adolescents?

Ah. Yeah. Adolescents then.

I bought a packet of basil from Tesco the other day. "British Basil," the packaging trumpeted as it proudly displayed the image of a fluttering Union Jack.

Meanwhile, nearer the bottom of the package ...

Product of:
ISRAEL

The Exploding Vole wrote:
I bought a packet of basil from Tesco the other day. "British Basil," the packaging trumpeted as it proudly displayed the image of a fluttering Union Jack.

Meanwhile, nearer the bottom of the package ...

Product of:
ISRAEL
Did you go and thrust the package onto the shelves containing olives, by any chance?

Clothes which need to be hung in wardrobes but that won't go on coat hangers. Usually women's things with big scoopy necks that fall off both sides of the hanger, or those fiddly little internal hanging straps that are supposed to hook over the hanger.

Borough Market.

I like borough market. It's close to where I live. Has good quality produce as well as having things that are trickier to find elsewhere. Why then am I putting it on this thread?

Because it is a living hell to actually go there, buy something specific and get out. Why has a market become a tourist attraction? I want to buy some mushrooms so the person taking a picture of the pretty display can get the fuck out of my way. Why does it take me 15 minutes to get across the place? Oh yes, the people shuffling along in front of me have apparently never seen a butchers or a greengrocers before and are staring in wide eyed wonderment at the sheer magic of the place.

And then we have the fast food stalls. Why are half the stalls selling hot food? it just encourages people to stand around getting in the way.

The worst thing is that Bourough market ain't all that. I visited the south of France earlier in the year and Les Halles in Nimes was nicer and had as good a range of sellers and produce and much better prices than here.

Ingrown hair spots.

I get them on and under my chin. Always have done, since I started shaving. Working on the basis that shaving was largely responsible for the hairs starting to not break the surface in the first place, I've stopped shaving and have instead had a short beard for the last month or so. However, there's one bastard that simply won't go away. For a while it'll ease off and go flat. Than, it'll start bulging and throbbing again, so I'll have to do the necessary and burst it, hoping that the hair(s) responsible might finally break the surface and grow outwards, as they should. But it just never seems to happen with this one spot. I've had it for nearly a year now! It's really pissing me off.

Of course, I'm hoping it's not something more complicated than just an ingrown hair. I've had them before where I've actually almost had to conduct minor surgery on myself and hook them out from under the surface of the skin with a safety pin. The longest one I ever had was over an inch long. This one bears all the hallmarks of such a thing, but it just won't come out or go way.

Any advice on the matter welcomed, of course.

Rick van Leeuwen wrote:
Why has a market become a tourist attraction? I want to buy some mushrooms so the person taking a picture of the pretty display can get the fuck out of my way. Why does it take me 15 minutes to get across the place? Oh yes, the people shuffling along in front of me have apparently never seen a butchers or a greengrocers before and are staring in wide eyed wonderment at the sheer magic of the place.


This applies to all the bovine pram pushing bourgeois tossers at my local market too Rick, the sort of twats who take three hours to go around gawping at everything, tasting all the samples and spend the price of one cup of coffee each in an entire morning.

Or, the type of ould bitch that I met the other day pushing her trolley into me and then a guy in a wheelchair to get out of an aisle in the shops. I had to say nothing otherwise I'd have beat her to within an inch of her life with the nearest baguette.

Aw, I really like going the pubs around Borough Market when I'm down there. I didn't realise it was ever anything but an expensive tourist trap?

evilC wrote:
Ingrown hair spots.

I get them on and under my chin. Always have done, since I started shaving. Working on the basis that shaving was largely responsible for the hairs starting to not break the surface in the first place, I've stopped shaving and have instead had a short beard for the last month or so. However, there's one bastard that simply won't go away. For a while it'll ease off and go flat. Than, it'll start bulging and throbbing again, so I'll have to do the necessary and burst it, hoping that the hair(s) responsible might finally break the surface and grow outwards, as they should. But it just never seems to happen with this one spot. I've had it for nearly a year now! It's really pissing me off.

Of course, I'm hoping it's not something more complicated than just an ingrown hair. I've had them before where I've actually almost had to conduct minor surgery on myself and hook them out from under the surface of the skin with a safety pin. The longest one I ever had was over an inch long. This one bears all the hallmarks of such a thing, but it just won't come out or go way.

Any advice on the matter welcomed, of course.

M'lovely wife is the world's number one ingrown hair hooker outer. Seriously, there hasn't been one of the little bastards she's not been able to extricate with a carefully wielded pair of tweezers. I think I am more grateful to her for this then I am for her bearing my two children.

One of the joys of going to Charlton away or hanging round my mate’s photography studio when it was in the area was having a pint or two in the Market Porter & getting my dinner in Borough Market off the hot food stands, but some people want to take that away from me even though it’s stopped happening. Tch.

igor tcherevchenko wrote:
This applies to all the bovine pram pushing bourgeois tossers at my local market too Rick, the sort of twats who take three hours to go around gawping at everything, tasting all the samples and spend the price of one cup of coffee each in an entire morning.


It applies to bovine pram pushing bourgeois tossers everywhere; which is where they are. A book fair..."Oh, let's take the baby and the dog and a large cup of coffee and something I can continuously text on...". A jazz festival... "Oh, let's take the baby and the dog and a large cup of coffee and something I can continuously text on...". A car show..."Oh, let's take the..." ...and you get the idea. Fuck off. Stay home.

Mumpo wrote:
M'lovely wife is the world's number one ingrown hair hooker outer. Seriously, there hasn't been one of the little bastards she's not been able to extricate with a carefully wielded pair of tweezers. I think I am more grateful to her for this then I am for her bearing my two children.
Showing a lot of love there, Mumpo.

Have we done hangnails? I've one on my thumb.

That's it.