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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 21, 2009 13:01:40 GMT
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Post by Patrick on Jan 21, 2009 14:05:33 GMT
Ah! So we can blame the lowering of standards on influx of American TV and culture over the years! MacDonalds as well! Let's face it - any normal person brings their kiddie up teaching them table manners along the way, elbows off the table and always eat with your knife and fork - then MacD's comes along and throws all that out of the window in about five seconds!
Shocking.
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Post by swl on Jan 21, 2009 18:12:46 GMT
Have you noticed how our Eastern European friends seem to be strangers to the art of queuing? A while ago, I was waiting for a bus in Glasgow. The bus stop was full with about a dozen foreigners, me and a little old lady. When the bus arrived, I stood back to let the old lady on first and she was nearly trampled to death as the rest of them stampeded onto the bus.
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Post by everso on Jan 21, 2009 18:29:17 GMT
I do believe we're the only country that queues.
A few years ago when Mr. E. and I went to Lake Garda we used to get into queues for the ferry boats that zip you all over the lake to various places. And no sooner did a ferry boat dock than all the Germans (and remember here, I have a German sister-in-law whom I love dearly) would barge forward, heave us out of the way and get on first. After a couple of days of giving them dark looks which were completely and innocently ignored, we joined in and did lots of elbowing and pushing. We had a great time.
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Post by swl on Jan 21, 2009 18:30:39 GMT
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 21, 2009 18:53:17 GMT
Have you noticed how our Eastern European friends seem to be strangers to the art of queuing? A while ago, I was waiting for a bus in Glasgow. The bus stop was full with about a dozen foreigners, me and a little old lady. When the bus arrived, I stood back to let the old lady on first and she was nearly trampled to death as the rest of them stampeded onto the bus. Oh getting on and off public transport in Glasgow is a nightmare. I regularly find myself shouting FUCK OFF AND LET ME GET OFF BEFORE YOU TRY TO GET ON to people. I do it in a really nippy, neddy way, which suggests to my audience that I might - just might - be a total psycho willing to carve them up. It usually works, but one day someone will punch me. |
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Post by chrislord on Jan 21, 2009 21:27:27 GMT
Have you noticed how our Eastern European friends seem to be strangers to the art of queuing? A while ago, I was waiting for a bus in Glasgow. The bus stop was full with about a dozen foreigners, me and a little old lady. When the bus arrived, I stood back to let the old lady on first and she was nearly trampled to death as the rest of them stampeded onto the bus. Oh getting on and off public transport in Glasgow is a nightmare. I regularly find myself shouting FUCK OFF AND LET ME GET OFF BEFORE YOU TRY TO GET ON to people. I do it in a really nippy, neddy way, which suggests to my audience that I might - just might - be a total psycho willing to carve them up. It usually works, but one day someone will punch me. You really are a load of Rab C Nesbitt's in Glasgow aren't ya? I've forgotten what it's like to travel by public transport. The tube was a nightmare in London in rush hour, and at night time for a young lanky lad who was I must say seemingly very attractive to the night's gay men for some reason. I was poked from behind by an old man with a stiffy, was the solo audience to a full on masturbation session... a smart gentleman sat opposite gets his ample willy out and just starts creaming his load all over the shop. Then he starts making this high pitched moaning, and I'm off at the next stop, even though I'm five stops away from my destination. And one thing I learned very quickly. Never try and get away from a gay man in a cinema by saying you are going to the lavatory...that's as good as opening up your buttocks wide before him and passing him a jar of ky jelly.  |
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Post by everso on Jan 22, 2009 0:25:46 GMT
Oh getting on and off public transport in Glasgow is a nightmare. I regularly find myself shouting FUCK OFF AND LET ME GET OFF BEFORE YOU TRY TO GET ON to people. I do it in a really nippy, neddy way, which suggests to my audience that I might - just might - be a total psycho willing to carve them up. It usually works, but one day someone will punch me. You really are a load of Rab C Nesbitt's in Glasgow aren't ya? I've forgotten what it's like to travel by public transport. The tube was a nightmare in London in rush hour, and at night time for a young lanky lad who was I must say seemingly very attractive to the night's gay men for some reason. I was poked from behind by an old man with a stiffy, was the solo audience to a full on masturbation session... a smart gentleman sat opposite gets his ample willy out and just starts creaming his load all over the shop. Then he starts making this high pitched moaning, and I'm off at the next stop, even though I'm five stops away from my destination. And one thing I learned very quickly. Never try and get away from a gay man in a cinema by saying you are going to the lavatory...that's as good as opening up your buttocks wide before him and passing him a jar of ky jelly. Don't be shy Chris. You know you can tell us all your secrets. |
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Post by patsy on Jan 22, 2009 10:49:56 GMT
This brings to mind a story of a retired British colonel who took an annual Mediterranean cruise and always specified it be on an Italian Cruise liner. Eventualy his travel agent asked why he always so specified. He replied "Because if anything goes wrong there's none of this damned nonsense about woman and children first".  |
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Post by riotgrrl on Jan 22, 2009 11:53:43 GMT
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Post by motorist on Jan 22, 2009 12:09:02 GMT
Have you noticed how our Eastern European friends seem to be strangers to the art of queuing? A while ago, I was waiting for a bus in Glasgow. The bus stop was full with about a dozen foreigners, me and a little old lady. When the bus arrived, I stood back to let the old lady on first and she was nearly trampled to death as the rest of them stampeded onto the bus. Oh getting on and off public transport in Glasgow is a nightmare. I regularly find myself shouting FUCK OFF AND LET ME GET OFF BEFORE YOU TRY TO GET ON to people. I do it in a really nippy, neddy way, which suggests to my audience that I might - just might - be a total psycho willing to carve them up. It usually works, but one day someone will punch me. It is the same in London. Some people are so bloody stupid  |
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