So, it really does work, then :D :D

Unsubscribe buttons that lie

Pubs, I know we're supposed to be patient as they adjust to the new circumstances but Jesus, sort it out lads. Pints rounded up to £5 (at least) each, 20 minutes plus for drinks to arrive, when they do come you get an apology about how busy it is when it's clearly not and then when the bill comes they've added 12.5% service charge. I'm not referring to an isolated incident either.

The only pub which has had a seamless, joyful experience has been The Pawsons. Everywhere else, gash. They also don't do pints of rum and coke which have been a massive seller at Bar de la Chris during lockdown

Pricing, in Spoons at least, is alright, but I have noticed that in each of the Nicholsons pubs I have used I am getting short pint measures delivered

Are they legally allowed to do that?

I'll bite.... who's Tim? :D

"This may take 14 days to take effect"... Why?

Sorry, Tim Martin is the owner of Wetherspoon.

I done exactly what your old boss used to do, sorry

Yes and you can ask it to be taken off too

Outside most of the day with little-un and sky fully covered with cloud making it feel a little chilly. Get home for dinner and settle her down for bed. Just popped out to put rubbish out, and sky is as blue as can be with sun beautifully warm. F**k you Scottish weather!

More of an "On first name terms" with people you don't actually know (I don't think) sort of thing. :rolleyes:

He (Tim) used to be my boss and I had the pleasure to meet him once, and he said my name was unique and he certainly would remember it, I ran into him in St David’s station, geezer couldn’t remember me or my name......mind you I was just a barman in one of his pubs during my student days... lol

Cool story Mary.

I apologize for my assumption then... As you were, you were correct and doing what my boss used to do. :p

Cheers Reg :)

No worries H, I inadvertently done what your boss used to do and which annoys you....sorry

I was telling Susan what you did, and she said Mark does it all the time... :rolleyes:

They've been doing it round my way. It's out of order as they're banking on people not wanting to be 'that person' who asks for service charge to be taken off.

:wallbash:My mother in law....:wallbash:

Annoying most days I see her tbh.... but today's irritation centres around her assertion that the Eurovision Song Contest "isn't music". Her idea of music is Frank Sinatra and Kiefer Sutherland.(don't ask)

Fine, but when I looked, there were definitely musicians and singers on stage, Mum..... I mean if it's not music , what is it? Engineering? Dentistry?

"I'm entitled to my opinion"

Hmmmmmm. nutty old sod...:wallbash:

To be fair, when it comes to the Eurovision Song Contest I think she might have a point...

Yup.

:)

Keifer is a half decent country singer...Frank is God.

He should've put a concrete roof on his pool rather than filled it in, then he'd have a bomb proof survivalist shelter. There's enough californians who'd have paid through their nose for that shizzle.

We Californians are way too liberal and laid-back for such redneck concerns...

Which is odd really, because come the day we are more likely to get nuked than where the rednecks hang out.

Filling in a concrete swimming pool is a surprisingly complex and expensive thing to do.

Things that annoy you
 

Which is how Mark came up in the conversation. Apparently cost him in excess of $15,000!

Over the top loud people in resteraunts

Don't come to Spain.

Anywhere. C*nts.

Tell us more, Mark

I hear Susan is all ears :)

Is that the same Susan that Hedgy blanked?

Posters who call themselves ‘boy’ and who are old men

Ah.

Yes, I do think we have milked that one for a while now and need to put it to rest

The theme music to Silent Witness. Pretentious twaddle!!

The thing with concrete swimming pools is to be in and out very quickly, there's a tremendous sense of jeopardy.

Things that annoy you
 

Hooked one (at least)
Things you expect to find in London:
Red double-decker buses -check
Black London taxis -check
Fellas taking loudly in Cockerney accents -check
Distant cheers when Chelsea score -check
Urban foxes -check
Fried chicken shops -check
Un-checked urban sprawl -check

Ergo -London

Hooked one?
Yeh, of course you did.

Referring to cider thinkers......

People insisting that places in London aren't in London

I think I sympathise with your mother in law on this one;)

People with yapping **** dogs on a nice sunny day

My mother in law likes Frank too.

Go milk a cow, Beryl.

Examples?

As you seem to have self-identified :supergrin:

Maybe Carshalton is, God knows why, in the London Borough of Sutton, but really?
It's about as London as Redhill or Watford.

Possibly, apart from the bit about actually being in London :angel:

I was born in Surrey. Thornton Heath, Surrey.

Croydon will always be Surrey to me, same as Beckenham is Kent.

F*ck the South London bollocks! :D

I dispute that :)

If I came from Carshalton, and claimed to be a Londoner, I'd have to be embarrassed.
If fact, I'd have to have a word with myself. And probably punch myself in the face.

Depends how old you are. It's been London for 56 years, so anyone younger than 60 at least is putting on some weird affectation

You may call it an affectation, I will say go f*ck yourself.:bash:

Absolutely. The whole of the edge of south London could be anywhere.

Carshalton is somewhere you wake up after having fallen asleep on a train.

Tattenham Corner, Edgware, East Grinstead, Brighton, Peterborough and Norwich.

Those are the places I have woken up having fallen asleep on the the train. Although strictly speaking Edgware was the tube (and also, and separately, the bus).

I wonder where the furthest is that any BBSer has inadvertently travelled to on a train after falling asleep?

In one journey? I ended up in Brighton twice trying to get home once. So London, Brighton, London, Brighton, east Croydon, taxi, home. Tattenham Corner was the worst though, if not the furthest.

I remember my father used to cling on to the idea that Ceylon and Siam were still the correct names of countries in Asia, despite knowing full well that it wasn’t the case. The daft old fool.

I take you fall into the weird affectation category (in keeping with your username) then? :D

(I'm assuming that, but apologies if you're just an old codger, unable to keep up with the modern world)

I still contest that the correct name for Scotland is 'Dragons Be Here'.

Indian city names. Everyone now uses the changed ones, so Chennai for Madras etc, apart from Bangalore that everyone still calls Bangalore and not Bengalaru. Why is that?

Steady on. I was born in Carshalton War Memorial. :hi: a

I managed York, when I was living in Hertfordshire in the late eighties. I thought that I was getting on the last train of the night from Kings Cross to Potters Bar and fell asleep.

And the correct name for Essex, though a bit long-winded, is 'Go Directly to Jail, Do not Pass Go, Do Not Collect £200'.

I am a complete lightweight. Gatwick.

I got on the wrong connection to Cannon Street (hung over) woke up in Hastings.

Outstanding effort.

And up north is anywhere above Brixton.

Or how many times, I know someone who went up and down twice without waking up, I think it was from Liverpool Street to somewhere in Norwich and back and up and back...apparently was a good night on the tiles and all he wanted was one stop to ilford

You have to be pretty wankered to manage that.

Or how many times round the Circle Line.

Local pronunciation and it appeals to politicians to drum up support by ‘taking back control’ and before you know Indian cities are renamed.

Done that on a few occasions.

He was one and a West Ham fan to top it

Oh yes, I don’t know anyone but worked in a pub which was on the line and weekends used to get lots of circle line pub crawlers....

Some people I know who live and are from Mumbai insist on calling it Bombay.

I don’t mind cities being renamed at all. I just don’t get why no one bothers paying attention to Bangalore’s new name

Fell asleep once and ended up in Bengalaru.

Bangalore is a funny place, very liberal place. The name was changed for the locals but no one has taken any notice as most are migrants.

I think the population who speak the local language call it Bengaluru, as that is how it is pronounced in Kannada. The rest who are migrants call it by its name given by the British.

The locals don’t care and the migrants don’t care about the names. What bothers me when I do visit that place is the traffic.......and I forget all about the cities name lol

Talking of which, I always make a complete Mons of Liverpool Street to Victoria on the Circle Line. There's a sharp turn and a little staircase I always miss. That annoys me.

And you're the driver.

Is Brixton in London.
Asking for a friend.

Surrey (for those who want to ignore changes made by law :D)

Vladivostock. I was on the Trans Siberian express . Was going to get off at Tomsk but had one to many and woke up to see the Russian Pacific fleet at anchor. Luckily there was a taxi in the car park who said he always got someone who over slept. Anyway long story short 108000 roubles back to Tomsk.

Brother fell asleep from Victoria to Croydon/Brighton train, woke up in Brighton had an argument with the ticket inspector then the police, giving it a load of verbal ending up with a night in a cell, then a fine and still had to pay to get back to East Croydon:D

Doesn-t help that they still call tea by one of those names.

So Peter, I assume your wife is at your other property at this time...

You assume right. We are having work done, and she is in charge of making sure the finishing touches are up to standard.

I am in Santiago for one of the grandson's birthday, to get some money back from the bank, and to do online classes without having the sound of sanding in my ears and toxic fumes in my nostrils.

We have a double jab + days mobility pass in Chile now.

My daughter is probably taking over our apartment here, so I need to get some packing sorted as well. Clothes, books, DVDs etc.. End of June should see the end of Santiago for me. Other than sporadic visits to check that CT Palace is keeping up his beer intake.

Getting to see the Russian Pacific Fleet must have made it worthwhile though.

I think I there was a legendary BBS Circle Line pub crawl many years back.

Sorry to digress from trains chat onto things that annoy you, but having noted all the tributes to Glenn Murray I am firmly of the view that the phrase 'the word legend is bandied about too much these days' is bandied about too much these days.

And what the hell does 'bandied about' mean anyway? How do you bandy something about?

Google is your friend.

https://www.macmillandictionaryblog....%20in%20tennis'.

Can you put me straight on this please, I have just checked Google maps and see the distance between Vladivostok and Tomsk is 5436km. Have I got it wrong, or is that genuinely the longest missing your stop in history!! :lux:

looks a decent city..

The hoops I m having to jump through to organise a repeat prescription Ill run out of pills before they get this donre

I did....ended up with tablet double the dose and cutting the tiny things in half. So put in next prescription earlier that failed had to take two tablets instead of one.
Think that there may be issues with supplies as no pharmacists locally had any.
Dont get me started on trying to get a doctors appointment.......

Not a distance thing, but I remember - when I lived in Shepherds Bush in my impecunious early 20s - after a rather long session, falling asleep on the Central Line home and waking up at the terminus in Ealing Broadway.

"No problem" I thought to myself "I shall simply walk over to the opposite platform and catch a train back".

I promptly fell asleep again (a skill my wife is very "jealous" of nowadays) and suffered a huge panic moment when I woke to find myself arriving at some Godforsaken place, such as Chiswick Park, on the District Line a while later - wondering where the hell I had been to end up on the District Line. It was only the following day, as I tried to piece together where I had been, that I discovered that there is also a District Line terminus at Ealing Broadway.

And on another occasion, I caught the last train down to my parents' place in Oxted the night before a dental appointment - after a rather large night out.

This time I ended up in East Grinstead, at a deserted station. Whilst wandering down the platform in a state of bewilderment, a kindly gentlemen asked me if I was O.K.. I explained that I was looking for a taxi to take me back to Oxted, and he explained sorrowfully that there were no taxis around at that time of night. Obviously concerned by the crestfallen look on my face, he very kindly explained that he had been the driver of the train down, and was taking it back to the depot at Selhurst - and, if I sat in the compartment behind the driver's cab he would briefly stop the train at Oxted to enable me to hop out.

"What a lovely, chap" I thought, as I settled myself down in the compartment behind his cab for the journey back "I imagine he is breaking all sorts of rules to help me out like this."

However, I have to report that he was a lot less lovely, when he had to get out of his cab and wake me up, having stopped his empty train at Oxted to let me off ...