PhobosAnomaly

Oftentimes, it was even more wild than that. One flight may have been ten or twelve quid; and the other flight might have been three or four quid. Granted this was ten or fifteen years ago; but some of the low-cost carrier flights were insanely low.

There’s still some crazy low prices to be had if you live near a hub for a low cost carrier, like Stansted or Glasgow Prestwick.

An old colleague of mine worked at a different office - he got fed up of the rat run and took a job within a stone’s throw of Stansted Airport - close enough that a hotel or carpark shuttle bus covered his route.

He couldn’t be arsed with London and Essex house prices so he bought his house near Shannon (yes, in the Republic of Ireland) and commuted by plane every day. The major problem with that was if he didn’t book a flight when they were released (where it was about fifteen or twenty quid return!), or if there was a short notice job came in that changed his hours, he was royally fucked and it cost him a fortune.

I should imagine his carbon footprint was somewhere between “Chinese concrete factory” and “literally burning petrol in the back garden for a laugh”.

A friend of a friend did something similar in east London - couldn’t be holed with the London house prices so got a place in some Paris suburb and commuted by train most mornings, only staying over if there was a staff night out or a late working task planned.

…and I sometimes complain about my ten mile commute.

Yeah but the weather’s nice isn’t it. Suns oot, taps aff, might as well go and join a radgey outside a golf course.

edit: this sounds like I’m being flippant, I’m not. Crack on boys and girls, go wild

My understanding is that it’s the Rickroll of the guitar-playing world.

It’s fairly straightforward for the novice to play, and is associated with the hipster who lugs a guitar everywhere as a fashion accessory rather than to develop any musical talent, where their repertoire is limited to two or three four-chord wonder songs.

In this instance, the guitarist has given the audience member the chance of a lifetime to shred in front of a crowd that most amateur band members will never see in a lifetime… and instead threw out the “so anyway here’s Wonderwall” meme and dropped a simple meme song.

Happy to be corrected.

It could be a translation thing. In certain parts of France, “ados” is a bit of a catch-all term for anyone in teenager or young adults years. It’s not strictly defined, but would explain the presence of the word in an English translation.

Good ol’ Comical Ali, haven’t seen these memes wheeled out since the last time the west started fucking about with the Middle East.

Which weirdly, wasn’t all that long ago.

I was doing some poxy arse-covering COSHH awareness course in the office which sat on the entertainment scale somewhere between “chewing tinfoil” and “drowning”. The worst part of it was that there was no ticket or certification at the end of it, just an eight hour classroom input that absolved the job if we were to drink bleach or put cordite in the microwave or something.

The trainer was pleasant enough, and signed our certificates, handed them out, and looked confused when I fed it straight into the shredder.

Everything gets a certificate now. It wasn’t the trainer’s fault, but my in-tray and mailbox was already twice as full as it should have been without more pointless certificates to sift through.

My eldest asked me “have you seen the memes about this One Pound Fish guy?”

I’m like “dude, I paid my 79p to try and get that song to Number 1”… back when it mattered.

For most of them, it doesn’t matter. When the film is wound on, it would hit a ratchet stop to prevent you winding it beyond the next film cell anyway - which would only be released when the shutter button was operated, so you’d intuitively feel whether the film had been already wound forward or not.

This thread reminds me of inexpensive package holidays as a child. It’s brilliant.

Depends where you are in the world really. In the UK, that is very much a you problem, not the pedestrian’s. Not that people drive like it in some parts of the country, generally in rural areas.

Well fuck me, every day’s a school day. Thank you.

Not very well I should imagine, but it is a symbolic move and the rumblings of things to come from other organisations.

I should imagine direct imports to Ireland from Israel will stop… but as soon as the goods enter the Schengen zone elsewhere, there’ll be very little to stop them without controls at the zone entry point (unlikely) or inspections at the Irish border (unlikely again).

Happy to be corrected though.

The BBC seems to annoy the extremea of folk in the UK. The left claim it to be a Tory mouthpiece; the right claim it to push left agenda.

If you’ve got the opposing ends moaning like fuck then I figure they’re doing something right.

(edit: BBC, not NBC, no idea why my phone’s gone full American)

It’s something of a necessity in the UK. A lot of high streets in town centres have on-street parking which are regulated just by the sizes of the vehicles currently there - there rarely any defined parking spaces on the roadside. Parallel parking is an essential skill to be able to park on the roadside in most major towns.

That, or there’s outdoor car parks or multi-storey car parks at shopping centres or large event venues for those who prefer to find a marked-out space to drive into.

That said, it’s nothing that can’t be practised with two cones and a plank of wood in a clearing somewhere, if you’re so inclined.

Parallel parking is just 180degree handbrake turn parking but with fewer style points and more steps.

Genuinely though, it’s car specific but my driving instructor had a bit of tape on the rear windscreen, and once the last part of the car you were next to passed that bit of tape, you started your turn in. It was a delightfully simple system that took 50% of the work out of parallel parking.