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Post by Johnny Yen on Sept 22, 2008 15:55:33 GMT -5
I spend more of my life in a quiet vitriolic rage, than happy, at things that are probably harmless and irrelevent.
AS this is the Rants thread it may be worth getting some of them out here, to help centre myself.
Todays things are therefore.
1. Wayne Sleep. I've always felt that Sleep was particularly rancid. 2. Morrisons. Whilst I know its the same everywhere I feel that Supermarkets are exploiting the credit crunch to pass on ridiculous price increases to me, the consumer. Last month is Morrisons a chicken was £5.00. This month £7.00. a 40% increase. Is there a shortage of chickens that no one told me about. Bollocks to Morrisons, I'm doing Sainsburys next month. 3. The Rice Crispies add with the really annoying kid who eats with his hands and speaks with his mouth full. I really loathe that horrible kid. 4. The Hoosiers. Truth be told, Piss off. 5. Renault. I swear to God I have bought Christine reincarnated. Effing car goes out of its way to hate me. So far its cost me £800 in repairs in the last three months.
That'll do for now.
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Post by Johnny Yen on Sept 22, 2008 16:01:11 GMT -5
And Suggs.
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Post by lisa on Sept 22, 2008 16:39:39 GMT -5
Now this is spooky, I was only writing my rant in my head earlier, with the honest intention of posting it! It was going to be some 'when I'm running the country' manifesto, but I'll stick to things I hate right now.
Baked beans - small capsules of hate Natasha Kaplinsky - I want to wipe that smug look off her over-made up face, with wire wool People who root around for their train tickets right in front of the barrier. Leaving me no option after a few polite requests to MOVE NOW Laptops on train seats - have they paid for a seat? No? Fucking move it then Lauren Laverne - the apparently all-seeing eye of the music industry. Transparent, smug, annoying cow Students - 30 million or so of them, all wearing the same skinny jeans, trilby and daps combo descending on Bristol Unemployed people in cafes between 12-2pm - The whole day is your lunch hour, so piss off and leave some decent sandwiches People in work who finish the coffee but dont refill the pot People in work who finish the bog roll but dont put a new one on Iglu & Hartley - red-jean wearing arseholes My train station nemesis - yes, you. You in your waterproof jacket when it isnt raining, you with your thermos mug, you who shove me out of the way to stand six inches from the platform edge. Seriously, I have romantic visions of pushing you off it. Trainers with wheels on them - why?
That has helped.
EDIT: I knew I'd be better at this in the morning:
The cobbles in Queen Square, Bristol: getting rickets while crossing the road for a snout is not funny People scared of flying, who fly: dont sit next to me shaking and crying, it puts me off my in-flight magazine Scott Mills: knooooooooooooooooooooooooooob People in work who moan that it's cold because it's 15 degrees outside and they are wearing sleeveless tops Exes moving in two doors down
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Post by goldmother on Sept 23, 2008 4:47:05 GMT -5
I'm feeling quite a lot of violent rage at the moment. I can only think of things that I REALLY violently hate with outright anger rather than the flippant kind. You have been warned... 1 Gordon Brown - that thing he does with his mouth when he pauses during a sentence. Makes me want to get a roll of gaffer tape and tape his stupid retarded mouth up permanently. Stupid retarded fucking ball less idiot in charge of the country. 2 Free Market rampant fucking greed - there are other capitalist alternatives, it doesn't have to be this way. And I'm not some red commie before you ask. 3 The Labour Party - Shattered dreams. In 1997 the only government I knew was of the Tory variety. I'd watched my parents get screwed over by Thatcher, I'd grown up in a labour household. I remember Neil Kinnock's famous conference speech and my Dad giving him a standing ovation in the living room. I was doing a paper round in 1992 and chucked every single copy of the Sun in the bin on election day. I'd watched Question Time every week and worked myself into apoplexies at the stupidity of the Major government. I voted for the first time in 1997, I was a Labour party member, part of the student group leafleting Cardiff promising them a better future. I did some acid on election night, and remember clearly catching the bus home in Cardiff the next day in glorious sunshine; this was new Britain and the sun was shining at last. Yes I was perhaps naive and idealistic, but I didn't expect to get screwed over the way we have. 4 Fear - not the track that didn't make it to the album, but the general state of fear. I don't live extravagantly, my house is falling apart, we haven't had a holiday for two years. But my husband is self employed and depends on a healthy economy to work. If he doesn't work, we go tits up. We had no choice but to spend silly money buying a house. I don't like living in a state of fear that by next year we'll be repossessed and homeless. 5 This country - fucking ambitionless, stuck in a rut, unwilling to change, closed to opportunity unless your Daddy knows someone. It's a shithole frankly and if I could afford to get out I damn well would right now. 6 Landlords and buy to let idiocy - Was it all part of some big plan? Build all these poxy box like 1 bed apartments at exorbitant prices so we'd have a ghetto to stick everybody in when the going got rough? Thankyou, because of this stupid obsession I had to spend a fortune on a house in the only place that was commutable to London that we could actually afford to buy in - the frigging east midlands. Right I'm off for coffee, fags - I shall try to cheer up and start being flippant in my hatred again ;D
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Post by lisa on Sept 23, 2008 8:40:50 GMT -5
Heheh excellent ranting. I had it again this morning with bags being on a seat, and being looked at with utter contempt when I asked her to "please" move it. I think I'm going to intentionally look for seats now with bags on, walk past 18 free seats just to make someone move. Another one I had just now was having a ciggy at lunch on a bench outside, someone else sitting next to me then asking me to not smoke. How I fell short of a simple "fuck off" I dont know. I just drew their attention to the fact that a) I was outside b) I was smoking there before they came along and c) no I will not move. To the point where I then smoked two more fags that I didnt want, just to be awkward. I'm trying to avoid belligerance as I approach my mid-late twenties ( ) but find people make me cross. "I did some acid on election night". Brilliant.
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Post by goldmother on Sept 23, 2008 8:55:32 GMT -5
Post coffee and fags, some balance has been restored to my universe. I have cleared out part of the attic and have about 10 (yes 10!) bin bags waiting to go to the tip. It has been cathartic and immensely satisfying. I even found a diary circa 1996, I am not 19 anymore, so that's something to be cheerful about Things I flippantly hate: 1 dustwebs- the ones in attics that hang down from the roof and brush against your head just as the torch battery runs out. 2 random dust - like where does it come from. The stuff that looks like normal dust is fine. The weird crunchy stuff of indeterminate origin that digs into your knees when you're crawling along an eaves space is not. 3 being a hoarder - hence why I've spent most of the day slinging huge amounts of stuff away. 4 my local tip- it slopes weirdly and steeply down to the skips so you have to do a difficult reverse manoueveur to get in and then a hillstart and 3 zillion point turn to get out. While the pikeys laugh at you. This is why I'm a hoarder. 5 Lauren Laverne - I hate her too. I hate her shiny dresses. I hate her being skinny straight after having a baby. I hate her stupid girly girliness and her stupid alliterative name. 6 Christmas - I'm already being asked if "Can I have a wii... please... please... you can't complain that it's too expensive cos Santas buying it" Fuck off Santa, turning our kids in satanic vultures of mammon. 7 Not being in America right now 8 Slow punctures that you can't find 9 Finding your exam certificates and realising your grades weren't quite as good as you remembered them to be. 10 The new speakers still not working because the new subwoofer fuse STILL hasn't arrived. 11 Having to write a CV - I can't remember where I worked 10 years ago. Plus it has this whopping great gap from 2000 to now. In fact I can't even remember how to write a CV.
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Post by Johnny Yen on Sept 23, 2008 16:18:30 GMT -5
Leo Sayer. Scouting for girls. Quiche.
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Post by Mac on Sept 23, 2008 16:37:54 GMT -5
Everything and everyone. In varying degrees at various points in time.
Apart from you wonderful people on here obviously*
Actually I'm not too bad at the minute, but I'm sure that will change. Watch this space. ;D
*certain Spurs fans are exempt from this proclamation.
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Post by barkill on Sept 24, 2008 3:26:50 GMT -5
Returning to my car after taking my kids for a night out at the football to find my windows have been put in by a gang of knife carrying hoodies who sat on the other side of the road laughing....
The police ringing at 1am to tell me they want me to wait in all day so they can take fingerprints and then getting arsey when I replied "am I fuck"
The auto glass guy turning up two hours late at 2am with the wrong window
This country.... Honestly
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Post by oneofthethree on Sept 24, 2008 3:39:43 GMT -5
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Post by robin on Sept 24, 2008 6:10:24 GMT -5
Students. Students who don't understand that if a door says it is alarmed, an alarm will go off when they open it. And do it about 20 times a day. Students who get in my way when I'm trying to go for lunch. The mouse living under our cooker. The fact that the new fridge seems to freeze things. Frozen cheese is not excessively nice. Students. London buses. Norwich buses. Not being in America. Students some more. People with giant buggies who take up the whole pavement when I'm trying to walk to work. People walking in the office when I am blatantly on facebook and not actually working. Students making noise outside the office. Students buying the only half decent sandwiches in Greggs so there is only shite left.
I'm sure there are more. Probably related to students.
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Post by Lester Piggott on Sept 24, 2008 6:52:07 GMT -5
My job. My employers. My occupation. The travel industry My shitty career choice at 19 Corporate companies that buy over succesfully run profit making businesses and then strip the soul from them, "moving on" the very people who made the business appealing enough for them to want to buy in the first place then wondering why all of a sudden the business is no longer making a profit, panicking and selling it on quickly to some faceless acquisitions company with not the first fucking clue about what the business actually does and who in turn bring in their own corporate lackies to drive it even further into the shit and attempting to improve things by changing their management team every 20 minutes rather than realising that a bit of stability and back to basics approach is clearly what the business needs. Pricks. That actually does feel a bit better now.
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Post by barkill on Sept 24, 2008 9:26:38 GMT -5
bitch ;D ;D ;D
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Post by sweezely on Sept 24, 2008 9:43:37 GMT -5
People who walk really slowly, three abreast on the pavement, cackling about some inane bollocks. People who can't walk in a straight line meaning you can't overtake them. Really, really tall people. Old ladies who pay for everything with the lowest denomination of change they can find. Builders making a lot of noise on public holidays when I'm trying to sleep in.
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Post by Johnny Yen on Sept 24, 2008 13:55:08 GMT -5
Really helpful shop staff who leap on you the moment you walk into shops. The secret Millionaire. It is quite clear that the pissy old ladies who they decide to help have cottoned on to who they are within two minuted, wily old bags. Also while I'm at it why do all Do gooder old ladies with hearts of gold have a flourishing goatee? Cold callers who wont take no for an answer. Toploader, particularly Dancing in the Moonlight, I truly despise that song. WH Smith. "Would you like to buy a carrier bag for that?" No thanks, I'll go and buy my magazine elsewhere tosspot.
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