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Post by sesley on May 23, 2010 19:39:56 GMT
news.uk.msn.com/uk/articles.aspx?cp-documentid=153490692Mine is people singing loud in the next caravan and having arguments for all to here, the only sun loungers we found annoying when we were on holiday abroad was Germans bagging sun loungers with towels,so we learn't to play there game and get to a selected spot before them and even move their towels on to the next empty ones
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Post by Weyland on May 23, 2010 20:22:27 GMT
news.uk.msn.com/uk/articles.aspx?cp-documentid=153490692Mine is people singing loud in the next caravan and having arguments for all to here, the only sun loungers we found annoying when we were on holiday abroad was Germans bagging sun loungers with towels,so we learn't to play there game and get to a selected spot before them and even move their towels on to the next empty ones How absolutely hilarious.
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Post by everso on May 24, 2010 11:05:03 GMT
My brother always puts his German wife in charge of the towels on holiday.
I do find the pushing in when you're queuing very annoying. But that's because I'm British and used to queuing. If you're in a country where they don't follow those rules then you have to just join in the throng and use your elbows.
For me the most annoying thing about being abroad on holiday are other Brits. Not all, of course, but some. I think there's a very good case for not allowing some people to have a passport, frankly. ;D
Obviously, I don't come into that category.
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Post by swl on May 24, 2010 15:32:32 GMT
Very true Everso. When Mrs swl & I did our US roadtrip, we made a point of staying away from tourist spots and trying to find the "real" America. But we had to go to Universal Studios when we passed though Florida. I was having a tolerable time until we got stuck behind a bunch of complaining Brummies. That nasal whine cuts right through you.
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Post by Weyland on May 24, 2010 16:07:31 GMT
I was having a tolerable time until we got stuck behind a bunch of complaining Brummies. That nasal whine cuts right through you. And yet nowhere near as bad as Malcolm Rifkind's emetic Edinburgh mewl. The worst I remember is a party of sunburnt Yorkshire plebs in the 1960s at a campsite caff in the Ardennes, whingeing about the sugar in broken English at 120 decibels. The staff were obviously used to it, even then. Me? I asked politely for a Stella Artois. First time I'd encountered it. [Granulated sugar in Belgium, and Holland, is almost as fine as what we call caster sugar. Hence the above whinge.]
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Post by everso on May 24, 2010 16:24:50 GMT
I was having a tolerable time until we got stuck behind a bunch of complaining Brummies. That nasal whine cuts right through you. And yet nowhere near as bad as Malcolm Rifkind's emetic Edinburgh mewl. The worst I remember is a party of sunburnt Yorkshire plebs in the 1960s at a campsite caff in the Ardennes, whingeing about the sugar in broken English at 120 decibels. The staff were obviously used to it, even then. Me? I asked politely for a Stella Artois. First time I'd encountered it. [Granulated sugar in Belgium, and Holland, is almost as fine as what we call caster sugar. Hence the above whinge.]Mr. E. proposed to me after having a skinful of Stella. He hasn't drunk it since then.
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Post by everso on May 24, 2010 16:27:42 GMT
Very true Everso. When Mrs swl & I did our US roadtrip, we made a point of staying away from tourist spots and trying to find the "real" America. But we had to go to Universal Studios when we passed though Florida. I was having a tolerable time until we got stuck behind a bunch of complaining Brummies. That nasal whine cuts right through you. I'm not averse to British accents (except possibly the Thames Estuary accent) but it's the slobs on the Virgin Atlantic Orlando plane that always annoy me. And the farting kids. I really should travel first class you know.
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Post by Weyland on May 24, 2010 16:42:54 GMT
Mr. E. proposed to me after having a skinful of Stella. In the words of the immortal Eric Morecambe, there's no answer to that. Should you ever need a shoulder to cry on, Ev, . . . . .
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Post by Weyland on May 24, 2010 16:47:51 GMT
I'm not averse to British accents (except possibly the Thames Estuary accent) The one that really gets me is the shyte synthetic shyte Blair shyte accent, carried on by, among others, the Milibands. That alone is enough to turn me off "Labour" forever. Sad, wot?
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Post by trubble on May 25, 2010 9:43:57 GMT
I'm not averse to British accents (except possibly the Thames Estuary accent) The one that really gets me is the shyte synthetic shyte Blair shyte accent, carried on by, among others, the Milibands. That alone is enough to turn me off "Labour" forever. Sad, wot? I love accents. Even the horrible ones. But I was listening to Miliband the elder the other day and his accent made me have to cover my ears! What was his accent before he met Tony Blair? Surely not that. Surely that's not a recognised accent that exists organically anywhere other than the Miliband-Blair HQ. He is more Blair than Blair.
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Post by trubble on May 25, 2010 9:50:54 GMT
I do find the pushing in when you're queuing very annoying. It's been my life's work to stop myself being angry when queues go wrong. I can now control a certain amount of sarky comments from the back, a good deal of my psychotic glaring and miffed 'er..there IS a queue' noises are supressed and replaced with pointedly over-polite offers of ''would you like to cut in?'' and I have perfected a little shuffle that treads on toes or at least bumps into people quite violently. I've cut my sighing by 25% - well, there is a recession on, you know, and we all have to make cuts - but I still can't help noticing and hating any queue infringements. I wish I could stop.
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Post by everso on May 25, 2010 10:30:50 GMT
Queue jumpers should be thrashed, frankly.
I just know that Alpha will be with me on this one. Although a bazooka would probably have to be involved somewhere.
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Post by Patrick on May 25, 2010 10:36:54 GMT
.....not forgetting the Swanee Whistle!
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Post by everso on May 25, 2010 10:40:28 GMT
The one that really gets me is the shyte synthetic shyte Blair shyte accent, carried on by, among others, the Milibands. That alone is enough to turn me off "Labour" forever. Sad, wot? I love accents. Even the horrible ones. But I was listening to Miliband the elder the other day and his accent made me have to cover my ears! What was his accent before he met Tony Blair? Surely not that. Surely that's not a recognised accent that exists organically anywhere other than the Miliband-Blair HQ. He is more Blair than Blair. Me too! I am fascinated by accents. I'm amazed that in this small country of ours you can get in a car, drive just a hundred miles and hear someone talking in a completely different way. We were in Plymouth last Friday for a funeral ( ) and I was in heaven (no pun intended) listening to all the oo-arrs. My only trouble is that I do try to speak in the same accent. It's not being done in a piss-taking way though, I just feel I want to talk like them. But people might think otherwise. A few years ago, Mr.E. and I went over to Cork for a short holiday. When we arrived at our hotel (in Kinsale) we were early and asked if we could leave our suitcases in reception. The young lady said (and I'm trying to type in an Irish accent here) "Oh, ya don't want to be kerrying those big heavy things aroond with ya". It was our saying of the holiday and we tried to apply it to every situation. I'm sure if anybody heard us they would have thought we were piss-taking, but we weren't. We were just trying to sound Irish.
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Post by revisedartlily on Jun 2, 2010 22:33:36 GMT
I think this is yet another area that I have to confess being a maniac about. I always get this ICK thing when I stay in hotels or motels. I don't know how to stop it. It doesnt matter how nice the place is. I have stayed in some rough places but occasionally I go with Mr L to nice places and it is just the same. I feel this sort of creepy grossed out thing, that the carpet has other peoples' feet on it ( well, cells thereof) and the mattress has their ..... whatever, on. Also, I know FOR A FACT that the housekeeping staff don't change the bedspread every time someone checks in or out, only the sheets etc. That really makes me feel sort of gag-y.
What I really need is an inflatable luxury room just for me.
I told you I was bonkers.
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Post by everso on Jun 3, 2010 12:32:37 GMT
And the pillow, don't forget the pillow! They probably dribbled on that in their sleep. Or had a runny nose. ;D Bet you never thought about that!
Seriously, you must try not to think about these things. I have friends who are paranoid about using public toilets and get themselves into all sorts of contortions while trying not to touch the flush handle, or the bolt on the door. Oddly enough, they are the ones who always seem to have stomach upsets.
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Post by revisedartlily on Jun 3, 2010 21:44:43 GMT
Have you heard of the "nominated finger" tactic? It is this: when using a public bog you choose one finger to be "dirty" (usually the little finger of the left hand). This outcast digit flushes the lav and opens the door. This is a well known practice, btw. You are right, ev. I don't consciously think of the ick, it just sort of slowly infiltrates me. I am getting better though. ;D
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Post by everso on Jun 4, 2010 16:07:58 GMT
Have you heard of the "nominated finger" tactic? It is this: when using a public bog you choose one finger to be "dirty" (usually the little finger of the left hand). This outcast digit flushes the lav and opens the door. This is a well known practice, btw. You are right, ev. I don't consciously think of the ick, it just sort of slowly infiltrates me. I am getting better though. ;D "nominated finger"
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Post by revisedartlily on Jun 4, 2010 22:05:10 GMT
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Post by alanseago on Jun 5, 2010 20:49:54 GMT
I have slept in the naughty naked since I was 15 as did my first wife. My present wife, being Philippina would not dream of sleeping without woolen armour. I sometimes wonder how the manage to have such big families. Frenchmen find a wall much more hygenic than a urinal.
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