whats everyone doing tonight?
whats everyone doing tonight?
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Would like to go out, but no'ones doing anything... 
Instead tried to fit my new wheels after months of messing around carting them to be refurbed and get them tyres. I come to fit them and...
My ruddy wheel bolts still aren't long (and the bolts I've got now are half an inch longer than the standard bolts!). Bit gutted really, as they fill the arches up nicely, and don't look very skinny like the standard wheels.
Karl.
Instead tried to fit my new wheels after months of messing around carting them to be refurbed and get them tyres. I come to fit them and...
My ruddy wheel bolts still aren't long (and the bolts I've got now are half an inch longer than the standard bolts!). Bit gutted really, as they fill the arches up nicely, and don't look very skinny like the standard wheels.
Karl.
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*tunes into radio josh* aye, thats reet bo.... havent had a good excuse to use medium wave in a long time!
lets see... tonight... if you must know... arguing, with all restraints turned up to maximum to try and keep the situation under some kind of "control" - ie, no blades, no physical contact, and me not raising voice any more than half hers - with a somewhat emotionally and perhaps psychotically (schitzophrenically?) unstable menopausal (ah, THATS the condition) woman.
ie, mumsy.
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about how i take her for granted and dont treat her with respect and all that stuff... when if i was to actually follow my man instincts and not hold back complaint, offer help, keep my "arrogant" male mouth shut at every opportunity and not drop opinions it would be far worse
Main crux of argument? that i "shouted" at her this morning in a derogatory manner.
Backstory: We've had a new bathroom put in, for reasons i cannot quite fathom, as the old one was fine, cosy, well laid out, safe.. barring the lack of a power shower, and the "space wasting" hot water tank (which has now shown to have been worth it's weight in gold in providing both instant hot water instead of wait-45-seconds, and a warm box in which to dry clothes out extra fast).
When the plans for the new one briefly swished by the dinner table, I sidestepped the obvious camoflage of the "power shower" carrot and took aim at the "snow white tiles on every goddamn surface" stick.
Me: won't that be, like, really really cold, even before winter comes on? And a complete death trap for anyone getting out of the shower, even compared to lino?
her: I'll get some of those ridgey textured ones, like there are in swimming pools, non-slip. I've already got some mats to put down, and the heated towel rail will keep the place warm just as good as the radiator and water tank do (both of which have been REMOVED)
Well now, the whole thing has been a cowboy operation anyway, but she doesnt seem to want to admit to it as the workman is a family friend (ie it looks a mess, the window wont lock right any more, so on), built like a horse, and dirt cheap to boot. Now let me see.
1. The mats were not actually waiting to be put down. In fact, only after this morning has one... ONE... been bought. With much complaint!!
2. Its BLOODY FREEZING. The towel rail is tiny.. and SILVER! The colour that you paint things when you DON'T want them to absorb or radiate heat! You have to touch it to get any effect... tip: good conductors do not good radiators make, as they hold onto the heat until something solid touches them. Excellent as a towel rail, no complaints. Sh*t as a radiator.
3. The tiles are as smooth as a mirror and slicker than teflon!
"well, i didnt know they were smooth!" .... er... you BOUGHT them... and although I have never bought a tile in my life I've seen enough to know they come six to a pack in a box that has a BIG hole in the front so you can see, and even touch EXACTLY what you're buying. I mean, they're mega expensive after all, you should check you're getting what you want!
Now, apart from my (very well insulated!) arse turning into an ice lolly even in the indian summer we had (now its frozen even whilst standing under the 1.0 litre stylee "power" shower - i wont dare go in the room in december!), I didnt have much trouble with the thing. It was light and spacious at least, and looked ok at 7.15am when your eyes arent yet focussing.
BUT thats because i always put a towel down in lieu of a mat.
Today my toes touched towel, but heel touched tile... and over i went. ZERO traction. Having to step over the high sided bath my head was probably 2m off the ground, so I'm EXTREMELY glad my forearm absorbed the blow and I didn't reach out with it to try and grab something. Damn near broke my arm, the pain suggests, and there'll be a nice bruise there come the morning.
Enough cause to shout you think? As my arm went into my side and forced breath out, it formed itself into a vocal "B*STARD!" in time with the almightly THUMP. Then with a lot of restraint, as I knew the situation might kick off... I called loudly to the culprit who I knew was downstairs... Mum... these tiles you bought... they're not non-slip, and i just nearly broke my arm... i might be a little slower getting ready.. ok?
And besides...... I offered to go out and get mats myself as it was probably my own clumsy fault (yeah. right. "non slip tiles". hmm.).... and that was twelve sodding hours before we had the "discussion", neither of us was really awake, in fact if she hadnt brought it up, I might not have remembered.
Argh. Please let her pass from this crazy stage into the merely spiteful post-menopausal stage, because I don't know how much I can stand. If it wasn't for the money and transport issues, I'd have cut my losses and made like my dad and brother already... ie the only other close family she has apart from my aunts/uncles/gramps... and got at least 150 miles away with limited phone and physcial contact. She wonders why they left whilst at the same time telling me to pack up and get out in a rage.. about me shouting.
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And then it went from sitting on anger while she went off, to just being plain baffled as the argument took a nonsensical turn. Something about not wanting to hear about me wanting to keep my car because i rushed into buying it?
mmmm.... tis good to vent with people who aint my dad, aint coworkers, and dont know me mam.
then after that, i cleared up the dinner, built a poxy little shelf unit for said bathroom, "sorted out" some clothes (no... still not dry), tidied room, changed sheets, organised some photos of nans ballooning trip to email to an american relative, and hit the internet with some alcohol.
PS no, thats not been modded, i tinyfied it myself. it's about our new bathroom. its sh*t, and indeed its dangerous in ways i was PROMISED it wouldnt be. this morning, it caused me pain that could have been fatal but for the grace of God. and for some reason IM the one in trouble.
maybe it's something to do with the toilet now facing the street where it previously faced the side alley. that's about the worst kind of feng shui, i said, dont do it, you'll have all three bogs facing the road and your life, quite literally, will go in the toilet. its bad enough having one, now you're planning to cross it with the chinese "evil" number.
nope, not a sausage, not a bean, it happened anyway.
lets see... tonight... if you must know... arguing, with all restraints turned up to maximum to try and keep the situation under some kind of "control" - ie, no blades, no physical contact, and me not raising voice any more than half hers - with a somewhat emotionally and perhaps psychotically (schitzophrenically?) unstable menopausal (ah, THATS the condition) woman.
ie, mumsy.
<vent>
about how i take her for granted and dont treat her with respect and all that stuff... when if i was to actually follow my man instincts and not hold back complaint, offer help, keep my "arrogant" male mouth shut at every opportunity and not drop opinions it would be far worse
Main crux of argument? that i "shouted" at her this morning in a derogatory manner.
Backstory: We've had a new bathroom put in, for reasons i cannot quite fathom, as the old one was fine, cosy, well laid out, safe.. barring the lack of a power shower, and the "space wasting" hot water tank (which has now shown to have been worth it's weight in gold in providing both instant hot water instead of wait-45-seconds, and a warm box in which to dry clothes out extra fast).
When the plans for the new one briefly swished by the dinner table, I sidestepped the obvious camoflage of the "power shower" carrot and took aim at the "snow white tiles on every goddamn surface" stick.
Me: won't that be, like, really really cold, even before winter comes on? And a complete death trap for anyone getting out of the shower, even compared to lino?
her: I'll get some of those ridgey textured ones, like there are in swimming pools, non-slip. I've already got some mats to put down, and the heated towel rail will keep the place warm just as good as the radiator and water tank do (both of which have been REMOVED)
Well now, the whole thing has been a cowboy operation anyway, but she doesnt seem to want to admit to it as the workman is a family friend (ie it looks a mess, the window wont lock right any more, so on), built like a horse, and dirt cheap to boot. Now let me see.
1. The mats were not actually waiting to be put down. In fact, only after this morning has one... ONE... been bought. With much complaint!!
2. Its BLOODY FREEZING. The towel rail is tiny.. and SILVER! The colour that you paint things when you DON'T want them to absorb or radiate heat! You have to touch it to get any effect... tip: good conductors do not good radiators make, as they hold onto the heat until something solid touches them. Excellent as a towel rail, no complaints. Sh*t as a radiator.
3. The tiles are as smooth as a mirror and slicker than teflon!
"well, i didnt know they were smooth!" .... er... you BOUGHT them... and although I have never bought a tile in my life I've seen enough to know they come six to a pack in a box that has a BIG hole in the front so you can see, and even touch EXACTLY what you're buying. I mean, they're mega expensive after all, you should check you're getting what you want!
Now, apart from my (very well insulated!) arse turning into an ice lolly even in the indian summer we had (now its frozen even whilst standing under the 1.0 litre stylee "power" shower - i wont dare go in the room in december!), I didnt have much trouble with the thing. It was light and spacious at least, and looked ok at 7.15am when your eyes arent yet focussing.
BUT thats because i always put a towel down in lieu of a mat.
Today my toes touched towel, but heel touched tile... and over i went. ZERO traction. Having to step over the high sided bath my head was probably 2m off the ground, so I'm EXTREMELY glad my forearm absorbed the blow and I didn't reach out with it to try and grab something. Damn near broke my arm, the pain suggests, and there'll be a nice bruise there come the morning.
Enough cause to shout you think? As my arm went into my side and forced breath out, it formed itself into a vocal "B*STARD!" in time with the almightly THUMP. Then with a lot of restraint, as I knew the situation might kick off... I called loudly to the culprit who I knew was downstairs... Mum... these tiles you bought... they're not non-slip, and i just nearly broke my arm... i might be a little slower getting ready.. ok?
And besides...... I offered to go out and get mats myself as it was probably my own clumsy fault (yeah. right. "non slip tiles". hmm.).... and that was twelve sodding hours before we had the "discussion", neither of us was really awake, in fact if she hadnt brought it up, I might not have remembered.
Argh. Please let her pass from this crazy stage into the merely spiteful post-menopausal stage, because I don't know how much I can stand. If it wasn't for the money and transport issues, I'd have cut my losses and made like my dad and brother already... ie the only other close family she has apart from my aunts/uncles/gramps... and got at least 150 miles away with limited phone and physcial contact. She wonders why they left whilst at the same time telling me to pack up and get out in a rage.. about me shouting.
</vent>
And then it went from sitting on anger while she went off, to just being plain baffled as the argument took a nonsensical turn. Something about not wanting to hear about me wanting to keep my car because i rushed into buying it?
mmmm.... tis good to vent with people who aint my dad, aint coworkers, and dont know me mam.
then after that, i cleared up the dinner, built a poxy little shelf unit for said bathroom, "sorted out" some clothes (no... still not dry), tidied room, changed sheets, organised some photos of nans ballooning trip to email to an american relative, and hit the internet with some alcohol.
PS no, thats not been modded, i tinyfied it myself. it's about our new bathroom. its sh*t, and indeed its dangerous in ways i was PROMISED it wouldnt be. this morning, it caused me pain that could have been fatal but for the grace of God. and for some reason IM the one in trouble.
maybe it's something to do with the toilet now facing the street where it previously faced the side alley. that's about the worst kind of feng shui, i said, dont do it, you'll have all three bogs facing the road and your life, quite literally, will go in the toilet. its bad enough having one, now you're planning to cross it with the chinese "evil" number.
nope, not a sausage, not a bean, it happened anyway.
Hmmm...
Was watching TV. Plugged a wireless network card into my PC earlier, which was nice. Been reducing the number of lagers I bought from the supermarket earlier from 8 to 3 (so far), and also in the process of rediscovering the left-hand side of my jaw after a fun trip to the dentist.
And now, seeing as I'm not really at all tired, probably gonna set up the Belkin ADSL router/modem that turned up today, then make plans to network a couple of computers 2mrw, before phoning Tesco RE broadband. About time too
I really should have gone out drinking but I'm nobby-no-mates tonight lol
Was watching TV. Plugged a wireless network card into my PC earlier, which was nice. Been reducing the number of lagers I bought from the supermarket earlier from 8 to 3 (so far), and also in the process of rediscovering the left-hand side of my jaw after a fun trip to the dentist.
And now, seeing as I'm not really at all tired, probably gonna set up the Belkin ADSL router/modem that turned up today, then make plans to network a couple of computers 2mrw, before phoning Tesco RE broadband. About time too
I really should have gone out drinking but I'm nobby-no-mates tonight lol
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*tunes into radio josh* aye, thats reet bo.... havent had a good excuse to use medium wave in a long time!
lets see... tonight... if you must know... arguing, with all restraints turned up to maximum to try and keep the situation under some kind of "control" - ie, no blades, no physical contact, and me not raising voice any more than half hers - with a somewhat emotionally and perhaps psychotically (schitzophrenically?) unstable menopausal (ah, THATS the condition) woman.
ie, mumsy.
<vent>
5w about how i take her for granted and dont treat her with respect and all that stuff... when if i was to actually follow my man instincts and not hold back complaint, offer help, keep my "arrogant" male mouth shut at every opportunity and not drop opinions it would be far worse
Main crux of argument? that i "shouted" at her this morning in a derogatory manner.
Backstory: We've had a new bathroom put in, for reasons i cannot quite fathom, as the old one was fine, cosy, well laid out, safe.. barring the lack of a power shower, and the "space wasting" hot water tank (which has now shown to have been worth it's weight in gold in providing both instant hot water instead of wait-45-seconds, and a warm box in which to dry clothes out extra fast).
When the plans for the new one briefly swished by the dinner table, I sidestepped the obvious camoflage of the "power shower" carrot and took aim at the "snow white tiles on every goddamn surface" stick.
Me: won't that be, like, really really cold, even before winter comes on? And a complete death trap for anyone getting out of the shower, even compared to lino?
her: I'll get some of those ridgey textured ones, like there are in swimming pools, non-slip. I've already got some mats to put down, and the heated towel rail will keep the place warm just as good as the radiator and water tank do (both of which have been REMOVED)
Well now, the whole thing has been a cowboy operation anyway, but she doesnt seem to want to admit to it as the workman is a family friend (ie it looks a mess, the window wont lock right any more, so on), built like a horse, and dirt cheap to boot. Now let me see.
1. The mats were not actually waiting to be put down. In fact, only after this morning has one... ONE... been bought. With much complaint!!
2. Its BLOODY FREEZING. The towel rail is tiny.. and SILVER! The colour that you paint things when you DON'T want them to absorb or radiate heat! You have to touch it to get any effect... tip: good conductors do not good radiators make, as they hold onto the heat until something solid touches them. Excellent as a towel rail, no complaints. Sh*t as a radiator.
3. The tiles are as smooth as a mirror and slicker than teflon!
"well, i didnt know they were smooth!" .... er... you BOUGHT them... and although I have never bought a tile in my life I've seen enough to know they come six to a pack in a box that has a BIG hole in the front so you can see, and even touch EXACTLY what you're buying. I mean, they're mega expensive after all, you should check you're getting what you want!
Now, apart from my (very well insulated!) arse turning into an ice lolly even in the indian summer we had (now its frozen even whilst standing under the 1.0 litre stylee "power" shower - i wont dare go in the room in december!), I didnt have much trouble with the thing. It was light and spacious at least, and looked ok at 7.15am when your eyes arent yet focussing.
BUT thats because i always put a towel down in lieu of a mat.
Today my toes touched towel, but heel touched tile... and over i went. ZERO traction. Having to step over the high sided bath my head was probably 2m off the ground, so I'm EXTREMELY glad my forearm absorbed the blow and I didn't reach out with it to try and grab something. Damn near broke my arm, the pain suggests, and there'll be a nice bruise there come the morning.
Enough cause to shout you think? As my arm went into my side and forced breath out, it formed itself into a vocal "B*STARD!" in time with the almightly THUMP. Then with a lot of restraint, as I knew the situation might kick off... I called loudly to the culprit who I knew was downstairs... Mum... these tiles you bought... they're not non-slip, and i just nearly broke my arm... i might be a little slower getting ready.. ok?
And besides...... I offered to go out and get mats myself as it was probably my own clumsy fault (yeah. right. "non slip tiles". hmm.).... and that was twelve sodding hours before we had the "discussion", neither of us was really awake, in fact if she hadnt brought it up, I might not have remembered.
Argh. Please let her pass from this crazy stage into the merely spiteful post-menopausal stage, because I don't know how much I can stand. If it wasn't for the money and transport issues, I'd have cut my losses and made like my dad and brother already... ie the only other close family she has apart from my aunts/uncles/gramps... and got at least 150 miles away with limited phone and physcial contact. She wonders why they left whilst at the same time telling me to pack up and get out in a rage.. about me shouting.
</vent>
And then it went from sitting on anger while she went off, to just being plain baffled as the argument took a nonsensical turn. Something about not wanting to hear about me wanting to keep my car because i rushed into buying it?
mmmm.... tis good to vent with people who aint my dad, aint coworkers, and dont know me mam.
then after that, i cleared up the dinner, built a poxy little shelf unit for said bathroom, "sorted out" some clothes (no... still not dry), tidied room, changed sheets, organised some photos of nans ballooning trip to email to an american relative, and hit the internet with some alcohol.
PS no, thats not been modded, i tinyfied it myself. it's about our new bathroom. its sh*t, and indeed its dangerous in ways i was PROMISED it wouldnt be. this morning, it caused me pain that could have been fatal but for the grace of God. and for some reason IM the one in trouble.
maybe it's something to do with the toilet now facing the street where it previously faced the side alley. that's about the worst kind of feng shui, i said, dont do it, you'll have all three bogs facing the road and your life, quite literally, will go in the toilet. its bad enough having one, now you're planning to cross it with the chinese "evil" number.
nope, not a sausage, not a bean, it happened anyway
*tunes into radio josh* aye, thats reet bo.... havent had a good excuse to use medium wave in a long time!
lets see... tonight... if you must know... arguing, with all restraints turned up to maximum to try and keep the situation under some kind of "control" - ie, no blades, no physical contact, and me not raising voice any more than half hers - with a somewhat emotionally and perhaps psychotically (schitzophrenically?) unstable menopausal (ah, THATS the condition) woman.
ie, mumsy.
<vent>
5w about how i take her for granted and dont treat her with respect and all that stuff... when if i was to actually follow my man instincts and not hold back complaint, offer help, keep my "arrogant" male mouth shut at every opportunity and not drop opinions it would be far worse
Main crux of argument? that i "shouted" at her this morning in a derogatory manner.
Backstory: We've had a new bathroom put in, for reasons i cannot quite fathom, as the old one was fine, cosy, well laid out, safe.. barring the lack of a power shower, and the "space wasting" hot water tank (which has now shown to have been worth it's weight in gold in providing both instant hot water instead of wait-45-seconds, and a warm box in which to dry clothes out extra fast).
When the plans for the new one briefly swished by the dinner table, I sidestepped the obvious camoflage of the "power shower" carrot and took aim at the "snow white tiles on every goddamn surface" stick.
Me: won't that be, like, really really cold, even before winter comes on? And a complete death trap for anyone getting out of the shower, even compared to lino?
her: I'll get some of those ridgey textured ones, like there are in swimming pools, non-slip. I've already got some mats to put down, and the heated towel rail will keep the place warm just as good as the radiator and water tank do (both of which have been REMOVED)
Well now, the whole thing has been a cowboy operation anyway, but she doesnt seem to want to admit to it as the workman is a family friend (ie it looks a mess, the window wont lock right any more, so on), built like a horse, and dirt cheap to boot. Now let me see.
1. The mats were not actually waiting to be put down. In fact, only after this morning has one... ONE... been bought. With much complaint!!
2. Its BLOODY FREEZING. The towel rail is tiny.. and SILVER! The colour that you paint things when you DON'T want them to absorb or radiate heat! You have to touch it to get any effect... tip: good conductors do not good radiators make, as they hold onto the heat until something solid touches them. Excellent as a towel rail, no complaints. Sh*t as a radiator.
3. The tiles are as smooth as a mirror and slicker than teflon!
"well, i didnt know they were smooth!" .... er... you BOUGHT them... and although I have never bought a tile in my life I've seen enough to know they come six to a pack in a box that has a BIG hole in the front so you can see, and even touch EXACTLY what you're buying. I mean, they're mega expensive after all, you should check you're getting what you want!
Now, apart from my (very well insulated!) arse turning into an ice lolly even in the indian summer we had (now its frozen even whilst standing under the 1.0 litre stylee "power" shower - i wont dare go in the room in december!), I didnt have much trouble with the thing. It was light and spacious at least, and looked ok at 7.15am when your eyes arent yet focussing.
BUT thats because i always put a towel down in lieu of a mat.
Today my toes touched towel, but heel touched tile... and over i went. ZERO traction. Having to step over the high sided bath my head was probably 2m off the ground, so I'm EXTREMELY glad my forearm absorbed the blow and I didn't reach out with it to try and grab something. Damn near broke my arm, the pain suggests, and there'll be a nice bruise there come the morning.
Enough cause to shout you think? As my arm went into my side and forced breath out, it formed itself into a vocal "B*STARD!" in time with the almightly THUMP. Then with a lot of restraint, as I knew the situation might kick off... I called loudly to the culprit who I knew was downstairs... Mum... these tiles you bought... they're not non-slip, and i just nearly broke my arm... i might be a little slower getting ready.. ok?
And besides...... I offered to go out and get mats myself as it was probably my own clumsy fault (yeah. right. "non slip tiles". hmm.).... and that was twelve sodding hours before we had the "discussion", neither of us was really awake, in fact if she hadnt brought it up, I might not have remembered.
Argh. Please let her pass from this crazy stage into the merely spiteful post-menopausal stage, because I don't know how much I can stand. If it wasn't for the money and transport issues, I'd have cut my losses and made like my dad and brother already... ie the only other close family she has apart from my aunts/uncles/gramps... and got at least 150 miles away with limited phone and physcial contact. She wonders why they left whilst at the same time telling me to pack up and get out in a rage.. about me shouting.
</vent>
And then it went from sitting on anger while she went off, to just being plain baffled as the argument took a nonsensical turn. Something about not wanting to hear about me wanting to keep my car because i rushed into buying it?
mmmm.... tis good to vent with people who aint my dad, aint coworkers, and dont know me mam.
then after that, i cleared up the dinner, built a poxy little shelf unit for said bathroom, "sorted out" some clothes (no... still not dry), tidied room, changed sheets, organised some photos of nans ballooning trip to email to an american relative, and hit the internet with some alcohol.
PS no, thats not been modded, i tinyfied it myself. it's about our new bathroom. its sh*t, and indeed its dangerous in ways i was PROMISED it wouldnt be. this morning, it caused me pain that could have been fatal but for the grace of God. and for some reason IM the one in trouble.
maybe it's something to do with the toilet now facing the street where it previously faced the side alley. that's about the worst kind of feng shui, i said, dont do it, you'll have all three bogs facing the road and your life, quite literally, will go in the toilet. its bad enough having one, now you're planning to cross it with the chinese "evil" number.
nope, not a sausage, not a bean, it happened anyway
Been to mansfield with madmatt to look for women to molest...went to burger king and a gang of chavs set upon matt (well just spatt bits of paper at him through straws) he came outside to get me and i went in as backup..one tried it to me..threatened to stamp on his head then the gang left.....went to leave and slightly drunken gang leader asked me to fight him (in a not so nice way) ignored the daft lad and got in car..they then through rocks at my car (thank god they missed) chased them with knife threatening to stab them to death or other nasty things seeing red shaking with anger totally unawhere that car is in the middle of a road with drivers sat scared to death at big crazy guy weilding a knife .
Got in car and casually drove off to munch food.
would have been a nice night if it werent for chavs and beer.
oh yea..as we left burger king i heard one of the girls say to her boyfriend.."here he is go smack him now then" i looked at him and he bottled it and said "eyup mate" LOL LOL LOL...bet his bird was impressed
Why oh why can't we hit our kids...that way they don't turn into these kinda pratts when theyre 18.
Got in car and casually drove off to munch food.
would have been a nice night if it werent for chavs and beer.
oh yea..as we left burger king i heard one of the girls say to her boyfriend.."here he is go smack him now then" i looked at him and he bottled it and said "eyup mate" LOL LOL LOL...bet his bird was impressed
Why oh why can't we hit our kids...that way they don't turn into these kinda pratts when theyre 18.
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