I don't get the culture of people who are famous for no apparent talent.
To me a Celebrity is someone who is famous for having a skill/talent i.e. recognised actor/singer/presenter/explorer/athlete
There seems an influx of all these want to be numpties. So apparently if you shag someone famous and tell the world about it, you are then famous! Right? Not in my eyes.
Another is the reality show people. Take Towie, I did try to watch it but I just thought it was pointless drivel with people who were shockingly stupid. I think this must be an act, there is no way everyone from there can be that thick. Why the hell do people get any pleasure in watching this? Definitely sending out the wrong message to our youngsters. It's almost saying "look kids don't stick in at school because look how dumb these idiots are and they are on TV."
Ok, so these people get offered the opportunity to do a show, get cash. Who can blame them? The problem arises when they are out of the show, they are famous for doing nothing. They want to keep the fame and be classed as a celebrity but have no skills or talent to back it up. We are therefore stuck with them selling any sort of story to the papers and magazines and turning up on every panel show that will have them on to ridicule them.
Saturday, 21 December 2013
Friday, 20 December 2013
Convenient Illnesses
Ok this is another thing that sends me off in a tirade.
People on Social Networking sites posting pictures of support those of us who have a silent illness then list a huge list of said illnesses.
One that pops up often is Fibromyalgia. Now I don't know much about it but it seems to be spreading like wildfire. My knowledge of it is based on what I have found using Google. It seems to be rather difficult to diagnose properly and there is a bit of a general feeling that people can easily be labelled with having it due to the doctor just ticking the check boxes rather than doing proper tests, so basically if you wanted to have it you can just go to the docs and list various symptoms and bam! another sufferer.
I know this seems rather unfair. To be honest I know someone who suffers from it and was diagnosed after months of attending the doctor but this person works in fact runs his own business. I do know there are some who are faking it just to get out of working (not everyone but I do know this is going on)
Anyway my bug bare isn't actually about this particular illness but more the people I see on facebook who have to constantly post on daily if not hourly about their aches and pains and off days. I have noticed a pattern with a few of these people. They never seem to get struck with any of their symptoms when they have anything arranged EVER. It has almost become a joke in our house as one day they will be "oh my I am so ill I need to stay in my bed" and the next day they are off on a jolly.
Never ever do any of their flare ups or bad days happen when there is a party, concert, day out, night out or holiday.
Now I have no diagnosed designer or convenient illness to render me unfit for work. I do know that when my back throws a wobbler and renders me immobile or I have come down with a migraine which decides to lurk for 3 days it ain't caring when or where it just attacks.
It bugs the crap out of me. For one they are making a mockery of those people who are actually suffering from these types of illnesses because people like me look and go "wait a minute here" and two do they think everyone is stupid. Stop looking for sympathy because one day you will have something really wrong with you and no one will care. The Boy Who Cried Wolf
People on Social Networking sites posting pictures of support those of us who have a silent illness then list a huge list of said illnesses.
One that pops up often is Fibromyalgia. Now I don't know much about it but it seems to be spreading like wildfire. My knowledge of it is based on what I have found using Google. It seems to be rather difficult to diagnose properly and there is a bit of a general feeling that people can easily be labelled with having it due to the doctor just ticking the check boxes rather than doing proper tests, so basically if you wanted to have it you can just go to the docs and list various symptoms and bam! another sufferer.
I know this seems rather unfair. To be honest I know someone who suffers from it and was diagnosed after months of attending the doctor but this person works in fact runs his own business. I do know there are some who are faking it just to get out of working (not everyone but I do know this is going on)
Anyway my bug bare isn't actually about this particular illness but more the people I see on facebook who have to constantly post on daily if not hourly about their aches and pains and off days. I have noticed a pattern with a few of these people. They never seem to get struck with any of their symptoms when they have anything arranged EVER. It has almost become a joke in our house as one day they will be "oh my I am so ill I need to stay in my bed" and the next day they are off on a jolly.
Never ever do any of their flare ups or bad days happen when there is a party, concert, day out, night out or holiday.
Now I have no diagnosed designer or convenient illness to render me unfit for work. I do know that when my back throws a wobbler and renders me immobile or I have come down with a migraine which decides to lurk for 3 days it ain't caring when or where it just attacks.
It bugs the crap out of me. For one they are making a mockery of those people who are actually suffering from these types of illnesses because people like me look and go "wait a minute here" and two do they think everyone is stupid. Stop looking for sympathy because one day you will have something really wrong with you and no one will care. The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Thursday, 19 December 2013
FFS Pull your Pants UP !
The culture of wearing your trousers with the crotch down at your knees seems to have hit fever pitch. I have lost count at the amount of times I have seen men/boys waddling about like a duck because their trousers are restricting the normal movement of walking.
Last week I saw a few 20 (ish) year olds mucking around in the shopping centre in mid chase. One of the guys trousers slipped down to his knees. Laugh! I nearly ended myself. At that point I wonder if he though "I really need to pull these up to make life easier and less embarrassing)
It can't be comfortable surely. Why do they need to look like they are wearing a massive saggy nappy full of pooh?
I also don't want to see their under crackers either. Some of these so called followers of fashion pick designer underwear, I really don't care pants are pants! I don't want to see them and I don't want my eyes drawn to them in fear that I see any scad marks or worse.
The one thing that really gets my goat about this silly fashion. If I am behind someone on a busy escalator I don't want to be that close to to their barely covered ass. I don't want to see their under drawers especially the ones that look as if they have been worn for more than 24 hours.
I had to take a picture below of a mannequin whilst out on a shopping trip. I just couldn't believe that this is really what shops were promoting.
I know myself I am no Stella McCartney when it comes to fashion but for heavens sake! I can't be the only ones that thinks this trend is horrific.
When this person sits down the belt will cut off circulation to his balls. FACT!
Last week I saw a few 20 (ish) year olds mucking around in the shopping centre in mid chase. One of the guys trousers slipped down to his knees. Laugh! I nearly ended myself. At that point I wonder if he though "I really need to pull these up to make life easier and less embarrassing)
It can't be comfortable surely. Why do they need to look like they are wearing a massive saggy nappy full of pooh?
I also don't want to see their under crackers either. Some of these so called followers of fashion pick designer underwear, I really don't care pants are pants! I don't want to see them and I don't want my eyes drawn to them in fear that I see any scad marks or worse.
The one thing that really gets my goat about this silly fashion. If I am behind someone on a busy escalator I don't want to be that close to to their barely covered ass. I don't want to see their under drawers especially the ones that look as if they have been worn for more than 24 hours.
I had to take a picture below of a mannequin whilst out on a shopping trip. I just couldn't believe that this is really what shops were promoting.
I know myself I am no Stella McCartney when it comes to fashion but for heavens sake! I can't be the only ones that thinks this trend is horrific.
Behind him on an escalator you are going to be eye to eye with his ass hole!
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
Pouting Selfie Idiots
OK! I just don't get it.
What am I on about?
A persons incessant need to constantly take pictures of themselves and share with the world on Face book etc, yes The Selfie as they are now being called.
I don't care what they are called! For heaven sake what is in some ones DNA that possesses them to think that the world wants or indeed needs an updated picture of their coupon every hour on the hour?
The picture taking is only half of it to be honest. What riles me more than anything and makes me want to erupt like a teenagers angry outbreak of acne, is the Trout Pout.
The only thing I should see one of these is on a trout itself.
I don't get it, I don't like it, it makes me want to slap the person up side the head. Why Why Why!!!!
It frustrates the life out of me as some of them may be attractive (who knows) but they look like complete fuckwits.
Anyway, I didn't need to look too far for a few example pictures. Most of you will know what I am on about but if you have been living in a cave with Bear Grylls for a few years this may be new to you.
If you are that cave dweller please brace yourself because what you are about to see is 50 shades of plain wrong!!!!
You have been warned.........
Told you! WTF
What am I on about?
A persons incessant need to constantly take pictures of themselves and share with the world on Face book etc, yes The Selfie as they are now being called.
I don't care what they are called! For heaven sake what is in some ones DNA that possesses them to think that the world wants or indeed needs an updated picture of their coupon every hour on the hour?
The picture taking is only half of it to be honest. What riles me more than anything and makes me want to erupt like a teenagers angry outbreak of acne, is the Trout Pout.
The only thing I should see one of these is on a trout itself.
I don't get it, I don't like it, it makes me want to slap the person up side the head. Why Why Why!!!!
It frustrates the life out of me as some of them may be attractive (who knows) but they look like complete fuckwits.
Anyway, I didn't need to look too far for a few example pictures. Most of you will know what I am on about but if you have been living in a cave with Bear Grylls for a few years this may be new to you.
If you are that cave dweller please brace yourself because what you are about to see is 50 shades of plain wrong!!!!
You have been warned.........
The one on the right looks like she is squeezing out a shit !
Told you! WTF
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
Energy Supply Companies
Oh good grief.
After applying on line to my energy supplier in this case Scottish Power, to negotiate a new tariff I decided to try again for about the 5th time to call them. My monthly payments had shot up by approximately £45 a month. The strange thing was I was £270 over paid.
After being told by the automated system that the queue was 4 hrs I was surprised to be put through to the delight that was Robbie, (sigh)
To start with Robbie was in mid mouthful when he answered my call and by the sound of it proceeded to stuff his face during my call. (rude beyond belief)
I said "I want to change tariff," what too was his reply, "well to something a lot less or I will be going elsewhere." was my reply
So with a lack luster attitude that made me feel as fed up as him he spouted a few tariffs at me. With the result I got the payments back to £145 a month, easy (ya think)
I then asked "when will this take effect?", right away he assured me (ya dancer)
Will I get something to sigh? Probably he said in a really cant be arsed tone. To which I said "probably or I will?" Yes you will he reluctantly offered.
I then said "I would like my overpayment back" How much would you like back he enquired.
IT ALL!!!!!
Oh dear lord.
Yes Robbie was probably having a shitty day but, in the name of the wee man.
Instead of coming off and punching the air with joy that I was getting a cheque back for £270 and saving £45 a month I had THE RAGE
So here I am sharing it with whoever reads my drivel.
I have done something I never do, I have written down time of phone call his name and date. Well, not sure Robbie's heart was in it, by the sounds of it he had been out the back smoking a wee joint then came back in to munch his way through his treats from the vending machine.
After applying on line to my energy supplier in this case Scottish Power, to negotiate a new tariff I decided to try again for about the 5th time to call them. My monthly payments had shot up by approximately £45 a month. The strange thing was I was £270 over paid.
After being told by the automated system that the queue was 4 hrs I was surprised to be put through to the delight that was Robbie, (sigh)
To start with Robbie was in mid mouthful when he answered my call and by the sound of it proceeded to stuff his face during my call. (rude beyond belief)
I said "I want to change tariff," what too was his reply, "well to something a lot less or I will be going elsewhere." was my reply
So with a lack luster attitude that made me feel as fed up as him he spouted a few tariffs at me. With the result I got the payments back to £145 a month, easy (ya think)
I then asked "when will this take effect?", right away he assured me (ya dancer)
Will I get something to sigh? Probably he said in a really cant be arsed tone. To which I said "probably or I will?" Yes you will he reluctantly offered.
I then said "I would like my overpayment back" How much would you like back he enquired.
IT ALL!!!!!
Oh dear lord.
Yes Robbie was probably having a shitty day but, in the name of the wee man.
Instead of coming off and punching the air with joy that I was getting a cheque back for £270 and saving £45 a month I had THE RAGE
So here I am sharing it with whoever reads my drivel.
I have done something I never do, I have written down time of phone call his name and date. Well, not sure Robbie's heart was in it, by the sounds of it he had been out the back smoking a wee joint then came back in to munch his way through his treats from the vending machine.
Jesus Sandals, Really!
A wee quick rant.
On going to work the other day, I stop at the local superstore to get provisions for lunch. There is a guy at the cash line machine.
His attire consisted of, jeans which had been ironed to a crisp with a seam that you could have given yourself a nasty cut if you came into contact with them. A stripy dress shirt that definitely came in a gift set with a matching tie but the worst crime of all had to be the bare feet an Jesus Sandals.
Now it was 8 degrees (not warm) Why oh why Sandals and ruddy well Jesus sandals. I don't think even Jesus himself made those bad boys look cool.
Oh well it could have been worse! He could have put them on with white sports socks.
For those unfamiliar with the sandals find pic below
On going to work the other day, I stop at the local superstore to get provisions for lunch. There is a guy at the cash line machine.
His attire consisted of, jeans which had been ironed to a crisp with a seam that you could have given yourself a nasty cut if you came into contact with them. A stripy dress shirt that definitely came in a gift set with a matching tie but the worst crime of all had to be the bare feet an Jesus Sandals.
Now it was 8 degrees (not warm) Why oh why Sandals and ruddy well Jesus sandals. I don't think even Jesus himself made those bad boys look cool.
Oh well it could have been worse! He could have put them on with white sports socks.
For those unfamiliar with the sandals find pic below
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Stinky People
One of the most disturbing things I find when working with a variety of people is when a full grown adult hasn't learned the art of regular bathing.
Having a kid of my own, it is one of the most fundamental things you instil into them, along with hand washing after using the loo and before eating. Basic personal hygiene really! A no brainer and becomes second nature!
I am not prepared to then, to go to work and have my nose accosted but a near 40 year old who smells foostie (see below for an excerpt from Urban Dictionary)
disgusting/putrid/over-ripe/mouldy etc
Scottish dialect (North East mostly), but has found it's way into wider British English
Honestly, this individual has days upon days where he starts off funky and throughout the week gets progressively worse until I swear I can see things buzzing around him.
What must his bed smell like? And shocker of all shockwaves, he has a girlfriend who has recently moved in with him or him with her.
If there was a device to monitor my gag reflex when he stands next to me or squeezes past me much like a richter scale, it would be well off the chart.
Normal people would go OMG he is honking and move on with their day but I find myself fixating on the details. Like why doesn't his girlfriend say "hoy Sir, you smell like an auld jock strap, get it sorted" or "you ain't getting near me smelling like a dead donkeys arse!!!
What must their bed pillows smell like? It's not good. As for any nocturnal bedroom activities I can't imagine touching a manky man never mind putting any part of him near my mouth.
And while I am on this wee rant. He wears very distinct clothes in all sorts of memorable colours so to top it off, you know that those mustard coloured trousers that he wore on Monday when the flies were buzzing around him then, haven't been near the washing machine. Especially since they haven't been off his arse the whole week. Wouldn't be surprise if he slept in them as it would be hard to peel them off his putrid body.
End of Rant!
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Fitness Bores
It's great when someone gets into something, it really is (isn't it)?
If you are the person who is into that particular activity. Usually people start off their latest thing with great gusto and want to share it with the world to keep them motivated. Fair enough, usually they get fed up, give up, move on and shut the hell up but then there is the Fitness/Gym bore.
Nothing makes me want to rip my arm off and beat the shit out of someone more than when they go through their routine.
I am suffering such torture at the moment. Its a shame, this person is nice until they start spewing out their daily or more like hourly spiel. Every conversation can be turned around to their regime.
By regime, it goes through, when they went to the gym, what they did there in great detail, what they eat, how much they eat, how often they eat, how the food was prepared, how the food died, supplements etc etc etc AGRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Been going on for months. Even when I blatantly change the conversation back to the original it gets turned on its arse back to them spitting out verbal diarrhoea about how wonderous their new way of life is.
I hear "Look I am eating this, it is horrible but my trainer said I need to eat it" WTF
What struck me the most was that this person was an expert at everything after a few weeks, nutrition, how to use the gym equipment, even down to criticizing guys who had been working out for years.
Sheesh!!!how much of this shit do you need to listen to before you are allowed to stick your hand up to their face and say ENOUGH
Are you allowed to give them a slap if they don't stop?
Never mind. Tomorrow it's someones birthday and guess what? they WILL eat cake. Only after they tell us about the bad fats sugars etc that is in there. It will be followed by an afternoon of look at me everyone, I am totally hyper because of the carbs and refined sugar.
Tomorrow may be the day I smuggle booze into my work in my water bottle.
If you are the person who is into that particular activity. Usually people start off their latest thing with great gusto and want to share it with the world to keep them motivated. Fair enough, usually they get fed up, give up, move on and shut the hell up but then there is the Fitness/Gym bore.
Nothing makes me want to rip my arm off and beat the shit out of someone more than when they go through their routine.
I am suffering such torture at the moment. Its a shame, this person is nice until they start spewing out their daily or more like hourly spiel. Every conversation can be turned around to their regime.
By regime, it goes through, when they went to the gym, what they did there in great detail, what they eat, how much they eat, how often they eat, how the food was prepared, how the food died, supplements etc etc etc AGRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Been going on for months. Even when I blatantly change the conversation back to the original it gets turned on its arse back to them spitting out verbal diarrhoea about how wonderous their new way of life is.
I hear "Look I am eating this, it is horrible but my trainer said I need to eat it" WTF
What struck me the most was that this person was an expert at everything after a few weeks, nutrition, how to use the gym equipment, even down to criticizing guys who had been working out for years.
Sheesh!!!how much of this shit do you need to listen to before you are allowed to stick your hand up to their face and say ENOUGH
Are you allowed to give them a slap if they don't stop?
Never mind. Tomorrow it's someones birthday and guess what? they WILL eat cake. Only after they tell us about the bad fats sugars etc that is in there. It will be followed by an afternoon of look at me everyone, I am totally hyper because of the carbs and refined sugar.
Tomorrow may be the day I smuggle booze into my work in my water bottle.
Hideous Eyebrow Trend
What is with this stupid trend of people penciling their eyebrows? I understand someone wanting a bit of definition but excuse me and I have been trained in beauty therapy (ok a few years ago now) but make up is supposed to enhance and emphasise beauty. To look as if a five year old has been let loose with a black sharpie on your boat race, well it ain't a good look.
What happens to these beasts when you have had a wee night or (15 mins) of passion? Imagine taking a girl home and going for it like the clappers. Surely this rubs off of the pillows, skin, carpet. I just don't get it. It's like a virus, it seems to be spreading too, like a flipping epidemic.
Maybe I don't get it because I spend most of my time making sure my brows are tidy and don't resemble two hairy caterpillars sitting on my forehead.
Ok feeling better now. But before I wrap this rant up I thought I would include a few pictures of the type of offending brows I am going on about.
Enjoy
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