rigsby:
I was dragged kicking and screaming to shop for xmas cards ( you need to come , you haven’t bought mine yet ) I ended up stood outside after some stupid cow with a huge backpack clobbered me as she turned round , again , and my temper finally snapped and we had words , most of mine being , in her words " very insulting " . To top it all 'er indoors had a go at me for " embarrassing her " . I’m becoming a fan of online shopping where you don’t need to meet the terminally stupid . bah humbug , dave
It’s great to see the spirit of our late great friend, “Dave the Renegade” lives on in this thread, ( I’m not a member but), the banter is magic!!! Merry Christmas you miserable bunch. Regards Kev.
I thought you were on the naughty step when you wouldn’t join us . I’ll make sure santa doesn’t call at you’re house . dave
Dave, I am shocked and surprised that you have not been “banned” from shopping? I have been on the “you’re not coming shopping with me ever again” ban for over 5.5 years and we have only been together for 6 yrs,get it sorted mate you are more than halfway there!
Kevmac you ARE a member I’m sorry to say as when you post on this thread it is automatic membership! Bah Humbug
I can cure that Pete, a picture of me in a Christmas jumper, WITH a grin on my face should get me blackballed !!! Regards Kev.
rigsby:
Objective achieved then GOM , I could stand the terrible names from swmbo if i could only be banned for lfe from shopping . dave
That’s just what i thought…result.
But, I must confess, I sneaked in to Morrisons yesterday (my whisky stock need …ahem…improving). I thought I’d go and see what special offers there were, (this being the lead up to the festive season). My visit didn’t last long and it didn’t go well. My tolerance level has got worse, I stormed out in a thunderous mood. People creeping round shoving trolley loads of stuff, stopping in the middle of the aisle chatting with strangers, with their bloody trolleys blocking everybody else and especially me…hell, I was on a mission. I shall write my requirements down, issue them to my domestic facilities manageress, load her into the Jaguar, and hope for the best.
Bah Humbug
And if she come back with anything less that Laphroaig she might just find herself sat on the top of the bloody Christmas tree.
Well last night it was our estates’ turn for “Santa” to be dragged around in a tinsel covered trailer and my attempts to ignore the door were 100% successful.
The in laws brought the kids home, whilst everyone was in the living room (at the rear of house) I switched off the doorbell, drew the blinds and switched off the kitchen lights.
Those sneaky Lions Club people have turned down their music to catch more people out but they’d passed us and were up the road when the in laws left.
Ebeneezer ■■■■■■■ Scrooge was saint compared to me.
And Muckaway…you should be rewarded with a knighthood with such devotion to the cause…
On a more serious matter, I reckoned I was quite well in avoiding those Christmas “happy” tunes…until now that is…heard about 20 tunes of that ■■■■■■■ noise pollution in the past hour!
Told the guvnor of the restaurant that it was either him killing those tunes, or I was out not paying for owt…
Ahum…came back though 'cause I didn’t had supper yet…
I’m stunned with admiration nathan , you must be one of the most worthy of our club . Only young yet, i would love to see you when you get to our advanced years
rigsby:
Objective achieved then GOM , I could stand the terrible names from swmbo if i could only be banned for lfe from shopping . dave
That’s just what i thought…result.
But, I must confess, I sneaked in to Morrisons yesterday (my whisky stock need …ahem…improving). I thought I’d go and see what special offers there were, (this being the lead up to the festive season). My visit didn’t last long and it didn’t go well. My tolerance level has got worse, I stormed out in a thunderous mood. People creeping round shoving trolley loads of stuff, stopping in the middle of the aisle chatting with strangers, with their bloody trolleys blocking everybody else and especially me…hell, I was on a mission. I shall write my requirements down, issue them to my domestic facilities manageress, load her into the Jaguar, and hope for the best.
Bah Humbug
And if she come back with anything less that Laphroaig she might just find herself sat on the top of the bloody Christmas tree.
GOM,
Everything above is 100% true, how hard is it to go down an aisle and put in the trolley what you need instead of talking crap and when you get to the check out pay for your goods and p!$$ off instead of thinking it is a social club talking to the check out girl whilst the queue is snaking round the shop, I think that is why supermarkets have opened 24 hrs! BAH BLOODY HUMBUG
And Muckaway…you should be rewarded with a knighthood with such devotion to the cause…
On a more serious matter, I reckoned I was quite well in avoiding those Christmas “happy” tunes…until now that is…heard about 20 tunes of that [zb] noise pollution in the past hour!
Told the guvnor of the restaurant that it was either him killing those tunes, or I was out not paying for owt…
Ahum…came back though 'cause I didn’t had supper yet…
In a restaurant this time of the day…get up that road my boy them there trucks need paying for…Bah Humbug
rigsby:
Objective achieved then GOM , I could stand the terrible names from swmbo if i could only be banned for lfe from shopping . dave
That’s just what i thought…result.
But, I must confess, I sneaked in to Morrisons yesterday (my whisky stock need …ahem…improving). I thought I’d go and see what special offers there were, (this being the lead up to the festive season). My visit didn’t last long and it didn’t go well. My tolerance level has got worse, I stormed out in a thunderous mood. People creeping round shoving trolley loads of stuff, stopping in the middle of the aisle chatting with strangers, with their bloody trolleys blocking everybody else and especially me…hell, I was on a mission. I shall write my requirements down, issue them to my domestic facilities manageress, load her into the Jaguar, and hope for the best.
Bah Humbug
And if she come back with anything less that Laphroaig she might just find herself sat on the top of the bloody Christmas tree.
GOM,
Everything above is 100% true, how hard is it to go down an aisle and put in the trolley what you need instead of talking crap and when you get to the check out pay for your goods and p!$$ off instead of thinking it is a social club talking to the check out girl whilst the queue is snaking round the shop, I think that is why supermarkets have opened 24 hrs! BAH BLOODY HUMBUG
Good point, why on earth are supermarkets opened 24hrs?
Parked once up for the weekend at the Stobbies Truckstop at Carlisle and opposite is a Asda, now because of my curious and investigative nature I’d popped in at some dark hour to actually see who goes in at that ■■■■■■■ forsaken time…wasn’t the nutters (well they didn’t looked like nutters…) but just ordinary working class people coming out of the night shift…filling their trollies with Christmas ■■■■■■
I agree with Pete about the inane “Checkout Chats.” I don’t need a running commentary of what Mrs Muckaway is buying, my kids happily do that. Nor do I have to hear about how tired the Til Totty is with their “I’m so tired, I’m working 9 to 5 today” crap. Who’d you think you are Dolly ‘King Parton? Of course if young lass on the til does have a pair of Dolly Partons hiding behind her name badge I might be more attentive.
And what’s with all these tippers around Oxford, tarted up with tinsel and battery powered fairy lights? What next, drivers wearing Santa outfits? Why do you want your Scania P cabs looking like a pound shops’ store room?
Muckaway:
I agree with Pete about the inane “Checkout Chats.” I don’t need a running commentary of what Mrs Muckaway is buying, my kids happily do that. Nor do I have to hear about how tired the Til Totty is with their “I’m so tired, I’m working 9 to 5 today” crap. Who’d you think you are Dolly ‘King Parton? Of course if young lass on the til does have a pair of Dolly Partons hiding behind her name badge I might be more attentive.
And what’s with all these tippers around Oxford, tarted up with tinsel and battery powered fairy lights? What next, drivers wearing Santa outfits? Why do you want your Scania P cabs looking like a pound shops’ store room?
Nathan,
Get banned that is the way forward and no more supermarket trips, google “walmartians” and it is all there to see what horrible places they are! As for the sad brigade with fairy lights and other tat in the window’s of vehicles they must think they are “Quirky” another word I hate as much as M–ry Xm-s, oh dear I sound like Mr Angry from Purley so angry I’m going to slam my lap top down! Bah Humbug
That sounds like a victor meldrew moment Pete . Speaking for myself Bah Humbug takes over for the xmas period , and Victor meldrew the rest of the year .
Oh bloody hell , while i’m writing swmbo has just announced that she wants to go to a garden centre to buy new xmas decorations , as the old ones are past it , we’ve only had them 25 years there’s nowt wrong with them . I don’t think I can stand a session in there with all the false smiles and singing santas , and don’t start me on the cost , GOM would have a heart attack just looking at the price tags . I’de chuck myself down the stairs if i didn’t live in a bungalow . Bah Sodding Humbug .
Trouble with Mrs GOM is she’ll talk to anything or anybody. She’d talk to the bloody trolley if there was nobody else around. And then folk will say something to her and it’s…pardon ■■ pardon ■■ …she can’t hear them, poor old soul is as deaf as a piano leg.
rigsby:
That sounds like a victor meldrew moment Pete . Speaking for myself Bah Humbug takes over for the xmas period , and Victor meldrew the rest of the year .
Oh bloody hell , while i’m writing swmbo has just announced that she wants to go to a garden centre to buy new xmas decorations , as the old ones are past it , we’ve only had them 25 years there’s nowt wrong with them . I don’t think I can stand a session in there with all the false smiles and singing santas , and don’t start me on the cost , GOM would have a heart attack just looking at the price tags . I’de chuck myself down the stairs if i didn’t live in a bungalow . Bah Sodding Humbug .
She needs a light beating and you are failing in your duty if you don’t steady her down a bit…
Soon I have to tackle my least favourite task of the year, writing and addressing sodding Christmas cards. They are rolling in steadily now of course, from folk who we haven’t seen or heard from since this time last year. Alas they haven’t forgotten that we exist, though they probably work from a book of ‘who sent and who didn’t send’ last time like Mrs Windrush does? Anyway the cards are cheap enough, Morrisons pack of 10 for a quid, but the blooming postage isn’t. I MIGHT even put some decorations up this year, we didn’t bother last time, and drag the climbing santa off of the wardrobe (along with a goodly layer of dust no doubt), he has had two years sleeping so time to wake the ■■■■■■■ up again!
Goodness me you lot don’t realize you’ve all been nobbled, going shopping,writing cards, doing the decorations it’s distressing
to read. I just pass the wife some money and thats it job done roll on january, come xmas eve I get told to spruce meself up
and pretend i’m in festive mood but it’s difficult.
Windrush or other Peak’s lads, hope you can help me memory wise, 2 questions really,
from 74 to 77 i used to load bagged lime stone from Longcliffe Quarries? i seem to remember 2 quarries both ankle deep in mud
most of the time,1 i think you reversed into a shed to load, the other loading outside regardless of weather 5 pallets on 1 side
turn around 10 down t’other turn…then sheet and rope in the muck. Longcliffe and Brassington?
80 ish now, got my own artic tipper and I’ve tipped clay at Staff Pots, gone to Wirksworth? for sugar stone. I had to call into a
haulier’s depot for some reason (can’t remember what) had a lot of Leyland tippers Phillips? got shown around the place by one
of the directors, a really nice man.
Question is am I close or writing crap.cheers Norman
ps. have a Peake’s family emigrated down to here few years back, bought a poultry farm, now i don’t know if any of you are
into motorcycle trials but can this fella forever ride a trials bike, smashing family too.
Dog tired:
Goodness me you lot don’t realize you’ve all been nobbled, going shopping,writing cards, doing the decorations it’s distressing
to read. I just pass the wife some money and thats it job done roll on january, come xmas eve I get told to spruce meself up
and pretend i’m in festive mood but it’s difficult.
Windrush or other Peak’s lads, hope you can help me memory wise, 2 questions really,
from 74 to 77 i used to load bagged lime stone from Longcliffe Quarries? i seem to remember 2 quarries both ankle deep in mud
most of the time,1 i think you reversed into a shed to load, the other loading outside regardless of weather 5 pallets on 1 side
turn around 10 down t’other turn…then sheet and rope in the muck. Longcliffe and Brassington?
80 ish now, got my own artic tipper and I’ve tipped clay at Staff Pots, gone to Wirksworth? for sugar stone. I had to call into a
haulier’s depot for some reason (can’t remember what) had a lot of Leyland tippers Phillips? got shown around the place by one
of the directors, a really nice man.
Question is am I close or writing crap.cheers Norman
ps. have a Peake’s family emigrated down to here few years back, bought a poultry farm, now i don’t know if any of you are
into motorcycle trials but can this fella forever ride a trials bike, smashing family too.
Could be either Bennetts quarry at Grangemill, next door to Longcliffe’s, or Tilcons Ballidon quarry near Parwich? At Ballidon you did load bags one side at a time and it did used to have its fair share of the old ■■■■ on the floor back then!
Sounds like W.H Phillips on Water Lane, Wirksworth, they had a large fleet of red Atkinsons and Leylands around that time. Only other one that comes to mind is J.W Dunn at Middleton, John ran blue Leylands.
I hated loading bags at ballidon , it was under a sort of lean to on the side of the bagging plant . I was loading a hoyner dropside trailer and had to have 2 pallets on top each side . When I had one side on I had to pull out , turn round and go back in the other way to load the other side . how the trailer didn’t flip over is a wonder , the yard was like a bomb site even in the dry .
Well it’s started.
I wondered how long it would be before some ‘Famous Celebrity’ promoted their kids to cash in on Christmas.
The ones who just had to get their kids noticed in the media hoping to record the Christmas number one song so that every crap newspaper reporter had some fascinating dribble to write about for the next four weeks.
As it’s the Pantomime season the front runner appeared to be Prince Andrew with Eugenie and Beatrice in ’ Has Anybody Seen Our Cinderella’.
But it seems that they may have been pipped at the post by Victoria Beckham’s 11 year old son Cruz who has just released a ‘charity’ album. Cruz Beckham is managed by Justin Beaver’s manager Scooter (whatever that means).
windrush: Soon I have to tackle my least favourite task of the year, writing and addressing sodding Christmas cards. They are rolling in steadily now of course, from folk who we haven’t seen or heard from since this time last year. Alas they haven’t forgotten that we exist, though they probably work from a book of ‘who sent and who didn’t send’ last time like Mrs Windrush does? Anyway the cards are cheap enough, Morrisons pack of 10 for a quid, but the blooming postage isn’t. I MIGHT even put some decorations up this year, we didn’t bother last time, and drag the climbing santa off of the wardrobe (along with a goodly layer of dust no doubt), he has had two years sleeping so time to wake the [zb] up again!
Pete.
Oh dear, now I’m sorry Pete but I have to tell you…you’re not hard enough for this game. I know, it’ll be a shock to you but it had to be said. Christmas cards and the writing of DEFINITELY comes under the banner of ‘domestic duties’ and as such is best left to those folk who are well versed in such duties. I’m truly shocked and saddened to hear that the onerous task has fallen to your good self.
In other news, I am reliably informed that Mrs GOM and a granddaughter are about to erect festive decorations in our house this afternoon My best plan is to bugga off to the pub because i fear there are 'going to be words" about it. It’s going to end in tears and they won’t be mine.
folk will say something to her and it’s…pardon ■■ pardon ■■ …she can’t hear them, poor old soul is as deaf as a piano leg. 
She needs a light beating and you are failing in your duty if you don’t steady her down a bit… 
