I just don't.
I think my friend may think twice before trying to make me socialise with strangers and their partners again. The problem being that it seems to be a bloody small world.
It was a nice afternoon so my friend decided to have an impromptu barbecue. She thought it would be a really good idea if she invited us and some other friends over to join in and decided it would be nice if we all got together and played nice for the afternoon.
It was nice! That is, it was nice until this couple turned up.
It turns out I actually know the man. Or should I say, I recognised him as he had (in the last couple of years or so) tried to come on to me. Problem being is that he's been with his wife for around 11 years and married for at least 7 years....! At this point even the mathematically challenged amongst you can work out that this doesn't add up! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have a rat in our midst.
What a lovely afternoon we all had. Him, desperately trying to remember why he knew me whilst panicking, me trying to avoid him as he practically sat on my lap, everyone else drunk and completely oblivious to the drama unfolding before their eyes and several screaming, vomiting children.
I'm not sure I'll be available next time a get together is arranged.
As a resident of the U.K. I am forced to pay something called "council tax" to my local council (government dept.). This payment is made monthly and contributes towards policing, schooling, fire services, litter collection etc.
My gripe is that we don't have a choice which parts of it to pay yet the council seems to think it's more than ok to choose which bits it will actually provide.
I'm talking rubbish. I mean the literal type. The sort you put in a bin bag and throw away or recycle as necessary.
My bin men (sorry, Local Government appointed Waste Removal Operatives) insist on picking through each and every bin load on the premise of checking that the right items are in the right receptacles. This is absolute bollocks! Each week they grant themselves powers akin to gods and select the items they will and won't take away. This changes every damn week!
I'm considering developing clairvoyant skills so I can pre-empt the pathetic little toad men and only put out what they've chosen is acceptable for that precise day.
Either that or just randomly throwing pieces of rubbish out of my window on to their heads as they walk past.
I know we don't see a lot of hot, sunny weather in the U.K. but what does it really say about the British public if, at the first glimpse of sunshine, all they want to do is strip down to their nothings and lie around and bake all day?
First of all; have none of you seen the plethora of adverts, articles and health brochures warning of the dangers of excessive sun exposure and burning? Do you not care if you get skin cancer and die? Is being brown really that much of a trophy that it's worth risking it all for?
If the health and safety aspects don't concern me enough, there's also the issue of lack of clothing. Look, the majority of you look terrible without many clothes on. I have no desire to catch a glimpse of my 50+ year old neighbour topless sunbathing or to see beer guts galore walking down the street.
Leave something to the imagination eh. You don't really think it's attractive do you?
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attractive or not... you need to post pics!
it's probably not excessive since you get, like, 8 days of sunshine per year.
(probably)
Sooo true jaz...uk also...X... aka fallingstar
Ummm nothing wrong with my beer gut, you could always close your eyes, or just not go out! : )
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Theban
12:01 Jun 22 2009
I do...it's a bloody great profile : )