Ah, the rythmic whirr kerchump hiss of 24 hour concrete pumping on the construction site that we call āsurvival campā
And the farking beep beep beep beep beep of permanently reversing Diggers/Trucks/Labour Buses.
Running an Electric Fan at speed setting 2 next to the bed is the only affordable solution that doesnāt involve shotguns and getting arrested
You want to talk about noise!!!
Builders - theyāve driven me into a small corner of the house, theyāre drilling my office wall as I type - Iām having to wee in a tupperware container - every night and morning I brush my teeth in the front garden, the neighbours think Iāve lost it.
Bear Grylls would brush his teeth with the contents of that tupperware container
We have āChampionsā for various projects / Schemes / Activities, at work and when you ask any of them about what it is they actually do or what training they have had to be a āchampionā in said item they invariably say ānone we pick it up as we go.ā
Nuff said.
The bloody busy body old hag that has just taken over the neighbourhood watch scheme and came round soliciting money for their newsletter. Then proceeded to lecture me about what constitutes appropriate rubbish to put into the recycling bags. She has been up and down the street checking everyones rubbish bags and told me that I needed to take more care with what I put out.
At what point does justifiable homicide kick in.
Fill your recycling bags with old porn mags. Give the old dear something to think about.
Just tell her to sort it for you as you cant be fucking bothered to do it and why doesnāt she piss off.
Fill your recycling bags with old porn mags. Give the old dear something to think about.
Or Dignitas leaflets.
Actually, dignitas leaflets and porn mags are recyclable, so she could well be happy. Best throw in a chrome plated dildo to get her going.
I once told my father-in-law that I would be getting him a Dignitas voucher for his Christmas present.
Unfortunately it fell flat as he didnāt know what Dignitas was!!
Hahaā¦someone tagged me to do the 7 in 7 days and no people in the pictures. 
I grudgingly did 3 days but the last 2 had people in itā¦FUCK 'EM!
Tell her if she thinks sorting recyclables into correct bins is going to save the planet tell her SHEāS TOO FUCKINā LATE.
My mates on Sotonians told me so and that itās your FUCKINā GENERATION THAT BURNT ALL THE FOSSIL FUELS IN THE FIRST PLACE.
That should do it. 
@dubai_phil and @lifeintheslowlane can you please explain to us non-FBers what the actual fuck you are blithering about. I see the words but they make no senseā¦
A FB āFriendā can post something to your FB āTimelineāā¦in this case a lame challenge to post 7 B&W photos youāve taken, over the following 7 days and nominate another FB āFriendā to do the same on each of the 7 days.
Which is kinda insulting - as if any of us wiuld actually be old enouogh to own any B&W photos in the first place
Bastard! 
I suggested we move again. Weāve been here near on 2 years so surely must be time to move away. I cannot hear it as much tonight but itās still there. We have a āsalt caveā downstairs in one of the shop fronts and I wonder if maybe they have some machine which I am now hearing.
Report to the neighbourhood watch scheme that youāve noticed a suspicious woman going through bins, she might be trying to steal people identities and checking for discarded documents.
Waiting.
I know we Brits are great at waiting, but sometimes, it can honestly get too much. Thereās a lot of waiting on my present assignment.
I was asked if I could cope with āa tight deadlineā. I can. I prefer it. I usually get ahead of it too, as has happened here. The vast majority of my stuff is done. The stuff thatās left?
Waiting on people.
Iām waiting on the API provider to fix their stuff. Iām waiting on people that only work three days a week. I have not finished after four oā clock on any given Friday except the first. Itās fucking infuriating.
Itās made me realise that the main reason I go to work is to work. Getting paid to wait is fucking shit.
Yep Waiting is massively over rated
The worst is finishing a really nice meal and then trying to get the bill - why do fucking waiters go blind when you are done?Eventually, when the myopic dickheads finally notice, they then take another 10 minutes trying to print the fucking thing out. Chuck in a further 10 minutes of them trying to find the card machine and then waving it around the restaurant trying to get a signal, and I am fit to burst.