Is this still a thing?
I remember when drinks were topped off with liquid nitrogen to give off the smoky look and people were getting hospitalised with burns, but that when I had the time/money/interest/available friends to go out… so a good twenty years ago.
Yeah refereeing is hard too. Sometimes I want to yeet the controller out the window so nobody plays and solve the fairness problem that way… but then I’d have to listen to both of them bleat on about it!
You can only do your best 😊
Yeah fingers crossed!
I think there’s a point in most people’s lives though where they look up to their leading figure in life - be it father; mother; caregiver; whatever - and realise that they’re not perfect and they’re just as prone to making daft mistakes as anyone.
It was a sobering moment for me - I suppose it just makes you realise that they’re just another person trying to make the best in life and sometimes shit just goes sideways.
I mean, twenty years later I still feel like I’ve got my shit held together by thin string and willpower - adulting is hard work 😂
Honestly I’d be happy if they remember it and adopt the same approach to spending time with folk - whether it be their friends, colleagues, maybe even their own bairns in due course.
My eldest lad is growing up too fast - he’s got lots of hobbies, one of which needs a lot of fitness so I try and get out with him once a week for a half hour run - partly to introduce him to cardio training but mainly to just get some time alone with him before he realises his dad is an arsehole.
It’s great. Admittedly, he’s just “Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox Roblox can we go to the shop Roblox Roblox” but it’s time with him to talk to me about whatever he wants and it’s time that I absolutely adore. I hope when (if) he chooses to have kids, he’ll look back and think “hey that was some decent dad time I had outside the house”.
I’m also secretly hoping that if he’s ever going through a rough time in life that he’s keeping to himself and we’re still out banging miles into the tarmac, then somewhere between “what’s your favourite Grow Your Garden pet?” and “I just got a badge in Doors for using a crucifix on door 69 while getting chased by rush”, there’ll be a little breadcrumb or hint at a drama that we can talk about and ease his mental health just a tiny bit.
Who knows. A dad can hope.
You’d have to zip six birds together to get Plutonia on it.
Well, technically it has a built in backdoor…
Johnny Jam to his mates, or J-Traffz to his record label.
Yeah, it’s frustrating.
I’m not entirely sure what the rubberneckers want to see either. “Oh look, someone critically injured next to someone who is likely deceased”, because that isn’t a day ruiner at the best of times.
Odd.
Good shout.
I live fairly rurally and the roads/drivers don’t really lend themselves to new riders.
I think if I lived in a big town or city though, I’d absolutely pick up a chicken chaser and rattle about short distances on one, they seem to be perfect for that sort of use case.
Plus, not that I’m a huge fan of tobacco advertising, bikes in the Rothmans livery look absolutely stunning to me.
Funnily enough, I’m planning on getting my licence at some point.
I’ve no interest in motorbikes, I would just love to learn how to ride one safely.
A few years ago, I was bitching and moaning about a jam, and my pal just said “you’re not in traffic, you are traffic”.
I know it’s nothing more than a cheeky soundbite but just reframing it like that and knowing I’m part of the problem rather than the exception has made me a lot calmer on slow moving roads.
Plus it has encouraged me to either use public transport more, or just drive to a park-and-ride a mile or three out, and run the rest - facilities permitting of course.
I used to share an office with a contractor in the UK.
Their sickie policy was that you didn’t get paid at all for the first four days of sickness, but for periods of five days or longer you got paid the statutory sick pay rate for the entirety of the sick period.
It was to disincentivise the “one day wonder” sickies after a night on the piss or when you couldn’t be arsed going to work - but predictably, all it did was guarantee that people would be off for at least five days so they got something out of it.
Absolutely backwards.
mate you’ve had that inserted for three hours now, let me have a go
It*lians in shambles
Postcrete is the best invention since the barbeque tongs.
Soft to rock solid in next to no time at all… giggity.