I used to be the angry driver always trying to get ahead, switching lanes and generally arriving at my destination in a homocidal frame of mind. Then one day I had an epiphany. By the rushington round about I noticed this little old lady driving at 30 mph in the inside lane in her own little world. Not giving it a second thought, I snarled and swore my way to work for the next 20 minutes. Then at the traffic lights at town quay, the same old lady pulled up along side me. All my swerving and speeding had been for naught.
The next day I settled into the inside lane and drove leisurely to work, turned up at the same time and was a good deal less stressed. A few days later I saw a young lad snarling and swearing his way through the traffic near rushington. Twenty minutes later he was still doing this in town as I passed him. A had a little chuckle to myself.
Youâll all live longer if you join me in the slow lane.
The best feature on my car is cruise controlâŚ30mph limit, set it on 29. 40mph limit, 39 and so on. Motorways 72âŚallowing for the speedo built-in error. Itâs very relaxing.
Spotify when it is on shuffle, when it comes to intros. Today I had Iron Maiden - Churchill speech then kicking in to Kate Bush Wuthering Heights and then MUSE - Drill Sergeant followed by Dizzy Rascal - Bonkers!
The thing about intros is they lead really well into the song it was made for, so when cycling I build up ready for opening the legs up (so to speak)⌠then into something not made to follow the intro!
Just need to add Comparethemeershat, Admiral, Sun Life, Ambulance chasers, Adopt an animal (insert type as appropriate) & Charridees asking you to leave all your earthly possessions to them in your willâŚfuck, just ban them all.
Sorry about that people, I was watching day time tv the other dayâŚ
The awful entertainment by the pool or in restaurants. Iâve heard most songs ruined in the past 4 days. I was close to calling reception to make a complaint about the volume of it. How the pensioners can have a siesta is beyond me. I also donât get why I want to hear someone sing badly whilst I eat.
The ayatollah is out, the house is quiet and I have a Ribeye steak ready to go. What will complete my happiness is enjoying the bottle of claret I have been hiding from her ladyship for the last 6 months. Perfect.
Or it would be if the fucking wine wasnât corked.
Upvoted as I feel your pain, but almost downvoted for being such an fucking amateur when having a secret stash to acompany your fine ribeye⌠You always make sure you have two bottles at least of the special just in case one is corked⌠and if not and its good, 1 bottle is never enough⌠next you will be telling is it was a fricken £80 Kobe as well⌠CB mate sort it out!
A hippie friend once told me that wind chimes were calming and relaxing. She even claimed they were a must for inner wellbeing, a useful bit of kit for aligning your ying and your yang no less.
Well, the house Iâve been working at for the last few days has a plethora of the fuckinâ things and I tell you what, there is nothing calming about them ⌠theyâve been driving me up the wall with their incessant clanging and clinking. Once noticed, there was no ignoring them. Theyâve been relentlessly jangling away at my nerves like toothache or Bjork at Bestival the other year with the chinese choir.
Anyway, just needed to get that off my chest. I am fully unapologetic for any offence caused to any new age cosmic-politans or buddhists among the Papsweb membership.
