farm shops, wtf, when did the climate of the UK change to the extent that you can grow pineapples, mangoes and flippin strawberries in Feb. you aren’t a farm shop, you are a Delhi for middle class idiots who think they are doing good to the environment by buying from you and paying your over inflated prices, get down the sign writers and have them make you a sign that says ‘waitrose’ you prats
channel 4
was browsing through the TV this morning over my wheatabix and coffee when i spotted this little gem:
yeah, well done, no wonder the kids of this country are fat, suicidal, pregnant and worship talentless idiots.
theres more i’m sure but it’s too early and i can feel my blood pressure rising already.
2.65 Euro for an espresso in Amsterdam, now thats shocking! Brits abroad are going to be few and far between. Not much chance that our european chums will want to ‘invest’ in our housing market. we are stuffed…..
i thought i’d go out for a ride to calm my nerves, 45 mile loop to the bank and back to pay in a cheque
big mistake
banks – there are 3 machines that allow me to pay in cheques, the oldest (card in slot>evelope in chute>go) is quicker and more reliable than the fancy new machines (scan in cheque>scan in slip>reject both>try again>give up>)
why not just keep the old machines you idiots, they work. i don’t want a fancy receipt with an illegible picture of the cheque i just paid in, i know what it looked like, I PAID IT IN!