A Tourist Smokey. My mate lives in Exmouth and he's always moaning about grockles so it's common term amongst Seasiders. They don't mind our dosh though when the sun is out
I'm assuming Resurgam is a west country inhabitant. It's a derogatory term for tourists. But their crappy counties couldn't manage without us! (yes I am a grockle!)
Can I just say, I'm going to love this thread! I tried to get a rant thread going a few years back but there weren't enough ranters at that time. We have had lots more to rant about since
Other side of the country Reebok, and for the record, I did say we couldn't live without grockles....sadly, we can't live with them either
Fair enough Res ... I don't live too far away myself, being on the Essex/Suffolk border, but a long way from my Lancashire roots. Although I don't spend any money in your county, my ex wife spends loads
How come this thread has turned into anti-dog and anti dogowner thread??? Over the park today and not a soul in sight so I let him take a dump on the penalty spot!
Jeez Res, that's where my ex is - but no panic she doesn't do betting. I keep watching the news to see if the coastal erosion has reached her yet
Would do Norfolk a lot of good if Yarmouth was washed into the sea That place used to be great to go to, now it is a proper dump sadly.
Never been, although I have sailed past it on a Broads cruiser. But that's the thing Res - in a county where industry is scarce you DO need the resouces from tourism. Biting the hand that feeds you seems apt! I loved being on the Broads (done it twice) but I can see how naturalsts and conservationists would say they have been ruined. Can't have it all ways I guess! Anyway, this is ruining a good rant thread, and as I have consumed a decent Bordeaux, I am off to bed, to return afreshed for the morrow's tilt at the Lingfield card( Goodnight all
Have fond but distant memories of Yarmouth; the Radio 1 roadshow with wooh Gary Davies and the decent pitch and put course on which which my dear ol grandad and I did battle in the latter years of his life. I was also in the beach car park when I heard the news that Lester Piggott was off to chokey due to errors in his accounts.
Anyway back to moaning. The amount of folk, always old, who take their lottery tickets into the shop to get them checked. Your in there getting a few bits and bobs, usually on the way to work, and these fookers who've invested their hard earned in the vain hope of winning a life changing amount of dough but can't be arsed to check their ticket. I would love if just one time the check out lass scanned the ticket, shrieks and tells them they've won the jackpot. Let them phone their family and close friends and share the good news, let them phone other members of their family and tell them they getting jack **** cos they never liked them. Then tell them they're only joking and to ****in check their own bleedin tickets in future. That should cure them.
When you are in a queue at the supermarket and the prick in front waits until all their food is scanned over a minute or two and the cashier tells them it is £33.89 and only then do then do they start going in to their pockets looking for the card or money...ffs you know your going to pay so be ****ing ready!
People who say 'what' and then start answering the original question before you've had chance to finish repeating it. They clearly ****ing heard it in the first place so why say what
Oh no! Met my better half there (worked for a couple of years in GY - early days of NS offshore). Long time ago, guess I was there when it was 'great to go to'. Didn't think too much of the Summer months either with all those 'Grockles' (thanks for the new word!).
People who jump out of their seats and get their bag out of the overhead bin the second the aircraft arrives at the gate. The ****ing door is still closed pal, you aren’t going anywhere for 10 minutes so sit the **** down. Also, when airlines do their boarding by rows and call out rows 28-36 (ie the back of the plane) and some gimp seated in row 7 has to ****ing board and blocks the aisle for everyone whilst meticulously folding his coat prior to placing it in the overhead bin. I could write reams about aircraft passengers, I really could
Yes indeed, seems to be happening to me all the time. Also, the Eastern European (usually female), or any Grockle for that matter, who happens to be acquainted with the cashier and they start to have a cheerful chat in some strange tongue, usually lasting three minutes plus. Good grief!
People who smoke at hospitals.....worse..... hospitals who make people pay to park... Country is ****ed
