Had a meeting in South London today (don’t worry I had a shower before I crossed over from the dark side) and back up the A1 towards home, stopped at the services for a comfort stop. Parked up and noticed all the disabled parking was full. Two Range Rovers, one Lexus, a Nova with big boy exhaust and a sales rep Vauxhall. Not one had a permit. Had a pee and stood around having a smoke. Jack the lad wandered out wearing his wash and wear suit with McDonalds in hand and was about to get into his Rep mobile when I commented “Disabled bay mate” Using all his sales and customer relationship training he replied “ and your point is” . Remembering I am nearly fifty and a father of two and the fact this little shit was half my age I responded politely “your in sales, right ? Well you talk to me like that and you will have every right to park there whilst you are selling wheel chairs using your own personal visual aid ” No retort. Nothing. Boils my piss it does. On a more PC note Shameless fest on Dave this evening.
A lot of people tend to blame the kids, but, as you pointed out, young 'men', and I use the term loosely, are just as bad. Just like the twenty something year old what threw his empty crisp packet on the floor. He was approached by someone who politely pointed out there was a waste bin within yards. His answer was 'i'm keeping a road sweeper in work, so fcuk off'. So the other guy kicks ten shades of crap out of him and while wandering off mutters, 'i'm keeping the A&E staff in work'.
Snappy comeback David. I like it. And apparently massively superior to my own suggestion of jamming a Kabar in his ear and seeing if I could rotate it 180 degrees one handed. Jeanette is an excellent judge in these matters, and she says you win.
Blaggs, glad your back with us on planet earth mate, off the happy pills ? . coherent and only one swear word. Well done mate. Proud of you. Ken, boiling I was, I was no angel when I was young but respect was something my old man tried hard to teach me. My violent days are well over (except on the tube at rush hour, but that’s a given) but that little punk was asking for it, not my style and in a made to measure it could have been expensive. L went radio when I told her.
My dad was bombed out three times when he was a kid, but even Stalin admitted that Goering was vindicated in trying to bump him off, punchy little sod that he is. He'd be the first to own up that he never taught me much, but getting your retaliation in first was one of them.
Been there done that, got the nose operation to prove it. My moto, never back down if you think you are right, even when your not.
It's not the size of the dog in the fight that counts... It's the length of lead curtain weights he's sown into his motorcycle gloves...
I make all my own frocks too. I used to work for a dry cleaners and we cleaned theatre curtains. They have these strings of lead weights about half an inch long inside thin cotton tubes about an eighth of an inch wide. Well they had to be removed before they could go into the machines and one day I was looking at one and thought...
I had a less tech version made in metal work during last year at school, lead weight in the hand, steel round the knuckles. Dropped the Streetly Comprehensive lad like a stone. Benn is this school rivalry this shit still going on ?
Good thread david I have a blue badge n my car, not for me but for my line of work. I often have got strange looks when I'm waiting n the car after dropping a resident off at the bank etc... Not the same as your experience mine u. Anyon get pissed when you see a older person parked in a mother and child bay? When disabled parking is 10 feet away, with no cars parked. Even then a older person who I once seen going this still had no blue badge
I know what you are talking about Remal, I have had the same ‘look’ when I have taken my old mum out and used her blue badge. Whilst on this subject; The is a guy that gets the same train back from London each day as L, he get up and goes and stands by the train door for at least fifteen minutes, sprints over the bridge, through the ticket office and jumps in his car for a fast getaways. He has a blue badge and therefore not only gets to park close to the station but doesn’t have to pay the annual parking fee which is over a grand a year. I have looked and his badge seems real enough. Ok, there are many ways to be classified as disabled but surely if you can stand on a moving train, run up steps and sprint to a car, that cant be right, Can it ?. I have often said to L that I am going to say something to him but she told me to leave it alone.
my understanding is for having a disabled badge other than mentally disabled person, that 50 meters/50feet (i forget) you cannot be able or struggle to walk that far. But I don't think it's that simple. I know a ot of elderly that get given a badge just because they are over a curtain age. Just because you are old does not mean you are less able than younger people. But I know thats the minority
The mother and child bay is a passport to abuse anyway, made worse by most supermarkets placing them right in front of the bloody ATM's. Jeanette's mother has a disabled badge and inevitably when I draw the short straw and have to go out with her I inevitably get lumbered to drive her car. When ever we pull into a car park she immediately begins bleating from the back "Use the sticker! Use the sticker!". Then gets her arse in her hand when I pull up outside the door, say "Out!" then go and park normally. I'll pick her up from the door too, but I refuse to abuse it just for the sake of having it there. And don't they get upset when all the disabled bays are taken. Makes me laugh.
Do you think they call it mother and child because as they get older they start behaving like children, don’t get me started on this one; I once had to drive 140 miles each way when mine said she couldn’t get in her house because her key wouldn’t work. She was using the wrong key ! bless her. Oh how I laughed all the way home.
Don't get me started, I sometimes think my mother is doing it on purpose so we'll section her and get her away from my dad. Mother and child parking bays aren't necessary in my experience. Having children in the car seems to be a free ticket to drive, park and behave in anyf ucking manner they want and, of course, all subject to change at a whim or the ringing of the phone.
