Marriage...
love the replies about the hair trim. all gave me a good laugh.
Marriage...
I'll totally concur with that. I suffered through two of them as work phones. Total junk - I've never understood the appeal. Using the keyboard was so ridiculously fiddly, and for some reason if you pressed a character for more than two nanosecond it repeated, and repeated and repeated... rrrrrrrr!
For two years my work text responses were a maximum of "ok" and more usually an abbreviation of that, "k". Or kkkkkkkk.....
I've had an iPhone since the first one came out, and the difference was like a fine cognac compared to a bottle of WhiteDiamond Tramp Special.
I can only assume they appealed to people initially because of the integration with Outlook and the Blackberry Messenger which really came into its own for organising riots a couple of years back.
Horrible, horrible, hooorrriiibbblle.
So clever my foot fell off.
Going back a few years,- Beamish and Cafferty's.
Big advertising campaigns for run-of-the mill bland ale.
You have my sympathies. My father maintains that the difference between a good and a bad haircut is two weeks and there may be something in that. My worst experience was in what used to be the basement salon in Brown Thomas's in Dublin (the Regents in Fownes' St was shut). Having given what, I thought, were quite adequate instructions the result was announced as a "new look" amidst several voilas; my father's maxim was true enough. SWMBO (who's a translator by profession) insists that specifying a haircut is in the very top end of linguistic achievements and as a result I have never risked a haircut in Germany.
Many years ago, when I was a student for the first time in Manchester, there was a tradition of taking new students to a particular barbers in a run down back street. He charged a quid for a haircut.
This was the late 1980's to early 1990's, the era of big hair. We would inform the victim that this barber was not only highly skilled, but could do any haircut in any style for a pound. The gullible fresher would be escorted into the tiny room by his older "friends", chock full of bric a brac stretching back many years, and the barber, a very elderly Polish man would listen attentitively while the stylish young buck explained exactly how he wanted his barnet coiffured.
The highly skilled (or at least this was how we had presented him) artisan would nod to confirm he had understood.
And then scalp the poor sod.
A buzzcut was apparently all he knew how to do.
So clever my foot fell off.
That reminds me of the Polish gent who had a barbers in the village I grew up in. He survived the atrocities of a concentration camp in the second world war but only because he had a useful trade. His task was to remove all bodily hair from the new inmates to prevent lice and mites.
He was a fascinating character but unfortunately the more he recounted his amazing life story the shorter your hair became. Most people left with a short back and sides.
Cheers,
Gary
Google Nexus 7. Up until Android insisted on updating to 4.2.2 it was fine, great even. Now it has the power reserve of a firecracker and reboots itself at random intervals. Useless.
Any Windows product.
Any Blackberry product of the last few years (well any cellphone for that sake)
Toshiba laptops
Expensive off-the-peg suits
Corporate organization, the most
Energy drinks.
Don't know how they get away with that TV ad with everyone on treadmills where the black fella with the energy drink outruns all the others who are on plain old water.
Haha! Completely agree.
I had a haircut in Switzerland and I made, what I thought, was the universal sign for "just a little bit off". (The old thumb and forefinger gesture). Unfortunately it seemed to translate as, "I would like the back and sides to be this short!" Atleast it was a while before needing my next haircut.
Land Rover Discovery. Let me preface that by saying even today it was the vehicle I've enjoyed driving probably the most....when it was working. Electrical issues. Weak aluminum block. Leaky suspension bags, on and on. I'm convinced owning one over here just means you can afford to keep it on the road.
It did, however, save our lives.
Anything made by Flymo. Works fantastically until about 3 weeks after the warranty expires, when the motor burns out and that blue smoke gently wafts from inside the until. Then it's more expensive to fix than get a new one.
Endowment mortgages. Lost a couple of grand on my last one.
The worst movie ever.
I actually enjoyed watching Sacha Baron Cohen as Borat, and quite like some of his Ali G stuff, but this was just dire. Totally devoid of all that made those previous movies funny (OK, I admit it, I mainly missed him taking the piss out of dumb Americans).
I am not an Arab (and neither am I Jewish) but after watching this crap I felt like I wanted to issue my own fatwa on the life of those responsible, nothing but anti Arab propaganda masquerading as teenage smut, even though I have no dog in this fight, I felt insulted, its three days since I watched it, and I still haven't calmed down.
AEG hyper-expensive washer-dryer. Bought about 8 years ago on advice of 'expert'. Lasted exactly 53 weeks then broke down irreparably.
In a word - DYSON.
Of course, anyone who owns one already knows this.
Or soon will : )
- Ford Cougar... my first V6 car and it was bloody awful
- Windows 8... seriously, who invented this one?! My customers HATE it!
- Chocolate flavour Philadelphia!
I'll second Land Rovers. I had a Land Rover Freelander that leaked oil on the driveway on night one, spent three months out of 12 in the shop before I traded it in (for a Japanese car that subsequently ran for 140,000 miles without a single issue before I sold it.)
This thread reminds me of the old joke: in heaven the cooks are French, the policemen are English, the engineers are German, the lovers are Italian and the bankers are Swiss. In hell, the cooks are English, the policemen are German, the engineers are French, the lovers are Swiss and the bankers are Italian.