Petrol Station Hot Dogs are a thing here. Iāve mentioned them before.
Sausage inserted into a sleeve of bread.
My day went wrong last night when I got the schedule for 5 different VIP transfers. No flight infoā¦
At 10:20 I was about to make my sandwich and got a call my 10:45 had landedā¦
Get to lunchtime the cheapest thing in the gas station was a Hot Dog.
I had Kielbasa with Ketchup & Mustard
It was like crack cocaine Iām now addicted nom nom nomā¦
My 18:55 pick up missed their transfer flight so arrived at 23:45.
Ffs
They had not eaten since 8am. So I had to take them for stale Gas station Hot Dogs. Added 30 minutes to the trip. Ffs.
My missus very often has boring dreams about work. That is not the annoyance. The one she regaled me with this morning went like this:
Her: So my manager was trying to organise a half hour lunchtime meeting with me and all my friends from work, but we all do different shifts and have different breaks so I donāt know how she was going to manage that.
Got the MG out yesterday because the forecast was dry for the next week at least. Its done nothing but fucking rain since I backed out of the garage, even turned on the waterworks for us in Christchurch yesterday. Looked again at the forecast this morning before taking it to work, dry for the day, and hey presto itās fucking raining again.
Just lost the Internet and everything else prompting a question men have been asking since the dawn of time.
Why is it called Virgin Media when everythingās fucked?
I sat on the phone and as usual, they said that it would be back by 1PM tomorrow. I knew theyād fix it long before that so I didnāt bother kicking off. The missus was proud.
Community car driving day. My passenger spemt the whole journey extolling the virtues of our lying scumbag of a Prime Minister, regurgitating the Daily Fail worship. āThey all lie, not just himā, " No one could do better", " You canāt change government when thereās a war on", āWhy do they keep going on about the parties. He thought it was work and was doing a brilliant job and has said sorry: not his fault: move on!ā," Starmer is a communist".
When I finally cracked and explained that I support the LibDems, campaign for them and do casual work for my LibDem MP, she actually looked shocked, then terrified.
My ex wife is the same, thinks itās so unfair that people are picking on him. Refuses to accept that heās a liar, that he has nothing but contempt for the voting public, that heās a crook, that heās laughing at people like her and taking the piss out of them. Both of my kids, who live nearby have given up in despair, thankfully Iām 150 miles away!
Itās a cult, and like all cultists they are brainwashed by the likes of The Mail and The Telegraph,(which is her bible). The worse his behaviour, the more lies he tells, the more evidence of his criminality that comes to light, the more they dig in and defend him. Thereās absolutely nothing he could do that would change their minds. Madelaine McCann could be found in the boot of his car and the cultists would tell you that Jeremy Corbyn must have sneaked into the garages at the back of Downing Street in the middle of the night and put her there.
There is a group who will support that person, no matter what and will vehemently defend their position
There is a group who will hate that person no matter what and will vehemently defend their position
Then thereās the group in the middle which slosh about from one side to the other, moving from support through ambivalence to detraction and back again depending upon whatās going on
Its the same with Boris, it was the same with Corbyn, Its the same with Trump
