tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post3948147237480506778..comments2024-03-28T14:14:52.190+00:00Comments on Going Gently: Room 101, 102, 103........John Going Gentlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-82187144604075361692012-08-28T17:16:29.939+00:002012-08-28T17:16:29.939+00:00I live in a place with an ageing population, and m...I live in a place with an ageing population, and many times older men have held the door open for me or with a flourish if their free hand, indicate that i should go in first. I always thank them, although i must say it did confuse me a moment when an older male friend did that when we were in my my house.<br /><br />I've also had some of these same gents offer to carry something heavy for me. I usually decline their offer as i'm not certain their hearts or backs are up for thta strain, but it's no less appreciated!<br /><br />I have a list of things which irritate that's too long to list here.megan blogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04555646904983619596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-90306734911079430082012-08-25T10:25:23.646+00:002012-08-25T10:25:23.646+00:00That bingo advert has the opposite reaction from ...That bingo advert has the opposite reaction from me. It shows people having fun doing anything BUT play bingo. To me it's saying 'forget staying in playing bingo by yourself, and get out and enjoy life'.Little Blue Mousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13616392505984609128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-39816353794653889362012-08-25T10:20:07.037+00:002012-08-25T10:20:07.037+00:00My - well I thought he was 'my' - firewoo...My - well I thought he was 'my' - firewood merchant's judgemental comment that I hadn't bought wood from him for two years so I didn't qualify for what he has left: that's for favoured customers. So he thinks I'm still cruising on a civil servant's salary and buying elsewhere. The last two years have been the worst f***ing two years of my life and I've been burning my own homegrown wood to eke out my widow's pension. Yeah, so judgemental business operators who think they are indispensable. Oh and thanks for an excuse to rant ;-)Lady Mondegreen's Secret Gardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07638813551209321151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-55644307873172702752012-08-25T07:29:34.374+00:002012-08-25T07:29:34.374+00:00hey- sweat the small stuff, it keeps the big stuff...hey- sweat the small stuff, it keeps the big stuff from getting big!<br />I hate blogs that play music when you just want to read the post aaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhted and bunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08420272135724099182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-68409162495457816022012-08-25T07:20:30.526+00:002012-08-25T07:20:30.526+00:00John, look what you've done? What would Aunty ...John, look what you've done? What would Aunty Gladys say? I have decided today is going to be a 'not going to get annoyed at all' day. Great posts from all.Moonbootshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07930871568285395507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-22258371374031569692012-08-25T06:56:30.756+00:002012-08-25T06:56:30.756+00:00Cro Magnon opening doors for women and then gettin...Cro Magnon opening doors for women and then getting no acknowledgement. Yes, I too am of that generation. I still do that, I stand aside to let women (or, as I prefer to say, 'ladies') get on a train or bus before me - and even give up my seat to a lady even though she is now, more often than not, younger than me. Doing the latter just about always does get a 'thank you' or a polite refusal, but not always the former little politenesses. It's not that one is doing it in order to GET gratitude, what gets my goat is that non-acknowledgement seems to mean that they feel that they are ENTITLED to be so treated.<br /><br />Oh, and while on the vaguely same subject - this use of Christian names - sorry, FIRST names - by someone whom you've never met and, in my books, hasn't yet earned the right to be so informal. I always ask for their surnames so I can call them Mr or Ms. Of course that throws them, but they'll still not reveal it.<br /><br />(You've really started something here, J.G.!)Raybeardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12424095016313843883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-10422849416226999862012-08-25T05:41:58.840+00:002012-08-25T05:41:58.840+00:00Piss Off I'm trying to enjoy me Scotch. I real...Piss Off I'm trying to enjoy me Scotch. I really love yer Blog.Dochttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05230334534323236665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-70432860912104023122012-08-25T03:13:30.226+00:002012-08-25T03:13:30.226+00:00Leaf blowers.....bloody leaf blowers!! Loud obno...Leaf blowers.....bloody leaf blowers!! Loud obnoxious polluting leaf blowers!!<br />There it is!! That is the biggest thing that bugs me!!! I can take a lot but the second I hear a leaf blower....I lose it!!Miss Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17728691181470922037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-81813578732562503392012-08-25T03:12:51.838+00:002012-08-25T03:12:51.838+00:00Wow, y'all have your knickers in a wad. It tak...Wow, y'all have your knickers in a wad. It takes a lot to annoy me, but it does bug me that our local newspaper has taken to patting itself on the back by informing us every day what a fantastic job they're doing. Don't TELL us; if they just DO their job, we'll be the ones to decide if it was done well. Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-65534942033590764272012-08-25T01:36:58.807+00:002012-08-25T01:36:58.807+00:00I used to have tons of patience took a lot to rile...I used to have tons of patience took a lot to rile me. Now sighhhh no patience. People irritate the heck out of me. ROFL could it be me? LOLTexanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14560812716080117867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-47361560377193693742012-08-25T01:32:41.771+00:002012-08-25T01:32:41.771+00:00Lots of things irritate me, John; but I'll jus...Lots of things irritate me, John; but I'll just say that I hope you have a great weekend. :o)LindaGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12203719919661519350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-81976777026858716362012-08-25T00:08:58.662+00:002012-08-25T00:08:58.662+00:00I am now a whopping 43 yrs of age and already no l...I am now a whopping 43 yrs of age and already no longer have the patience for a lot of things in life. It all seems to silly most days. What shall I be like when I get even older?! lol Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10123691580195879542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-39641564528558302982012-08-25T00:01:55.944+00:002012-08-25T00:01:55.944+00:00I had a similar experience in the late 70's ye...I had a similar experience in the late 70's years ago travelling from Edinburgh to Stranraer to catch the ferry over to Northern Ireland. I was travelling with hubby (who was from Belfast) and my parents, who were going to meet his folks for the first time. The first part of the journey was lovely - a nicely appointed train took us to Glasgow, whereupon we had to detrain and get on the same train as Glasgow Rangers and Celtic supporters who were returning to N.I. after a match. I had never seen such filth on public transport. My bad luck, I had to pee desperately, but when I saw the deplorable condition of the bathroom, I decided to hold it in. We were serenaded during our lineup to get on the ferry with a delightful song about 'dying a Fenian bastard'. During the boat trip we had to step over passed out drunks on the deck. To top it off, during the bus ride from Stranraer to Belfast, we heard someone yelling from the back seat, miscalling (in graphic terms) someone in the bus who had the nerve to wear green. At one point, as one of these 'charmers' was getting off the bus, he took a swing at the offending green coat wearer. An eye-opening introduction to the reality of the 'troubles' at the time.LizChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01163400684077742607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-92039984008900964672012-08-24T23:40:16.759+00:002012-08-24T23:40:16.759+00:00John! Look what you've started!!! We're OU...John! Look what you've started!!! We're OUT OF CONTROL!Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11199777195853274898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-79866593235024077102012-08-24T23:08:58.828+00:002012-08-24T23:08:58.828+00:00Baggy arsed jeans sitting belted as tightly as hum...Baggy arsed jeans sitting belted as tightly as humanly possible around the top of "yoofs'" thighs showing four inches of fake Calvin Klein. Why? Why wear a belt if you're going to put it in the wrong place? Why? It makes said "yoofs" walk like constipated camels. Why?<br /><br />People on buses who play bloody music on their bloody phones at top volume. I don't want to hear your crap taste in music. No one does. But we'll sit quietly seething in our seats "putting up with it" rather than face vitriolic expletives . Pah! <br /><br />Text talk. What's the point of typing "boi" when it's just as easy to type "boy". "Ov" instead of "of". Why? There's no abbreviation? It doesn't save any more wear and tear on your thumbs. PAH! Oh lord - now look what you've done!! Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00008689476612298969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-88986837840320458202012-08-24T22:58:41.953+00:002012-08-24T22:58:41.953+00:00Thankfully, hospital radio doesn't exist here....Thankfully, hospital radio doesn't exist here.<br /><br />I'm fed up of patients who nag at me because the TV is a rental service and they have to pay for it. You're only here 24 ours get over it.<br /><br />Cell phones. Nobody is that important that you need one glued to their ear at all time.<br /><br />I'm just fed up and my list is too, too long for here.<br /><br />Maybe you are the male version of me and jsut attract drunks???50 and countinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12051116860123693646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-83705963396618215452012-08-24T22:02:28.968+00:002012-08-24T22:02:28.968+00:00Why would someone be drunk in the middle of the da...Why would someone be drunk in the middle of the day and on a train? What people do nowadays confuse me with their erratic behaviour.<br /><br />GillGill - That British Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17456247587052149765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-10443100653306009432012-08-24T21:06:37.083+00:002012-08-24T21:06:37.083+00:00Good grief, look what you've started!!!Persona...Good grief, look what you've started!!!Personally, I just don't sweat the small stuff, it's all small stuff....I got that on a Kit-Kat wrapper and now it's posted on my fridge...s'pose someone will come along in a minute and say how irritated they get by Kit-Kat wrappers and folk who stick them up on their fridges!!!Hey ho.<br />Have a good weekend, MY FRIEND.xBetween Me and Youhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04863155145862706966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-35874500830487407452012-08-24T20:25:00.377+00:002012-08-24T20:25:00.377+00:00I am loving all these!I am loving all these!John Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-71404361319442435732012-08-24T20:19:29.895+00:002012-08-24T20:19:29.895+00:00I detest that diet pills are pulled off the market...I detest that diet pills are pulled off the market and everyone is sued when there are a couple of deaths. HOWEVER I also hate the fact that this targets women mainly. Conversly VIAGRA is never ever mentioned as the casue of deaths but everyone knows there have been deaths ... and is there talk of taking Viagra off the market? Never EVER. It really annoys me. I also detest people who are poor listeners. <br />Okay I'm done. Its Friday right?<br />PS I also hate that two days a week off seem like so much... and it is yet the dawn of Saturday am has me up and ready to go but by Sunday morning It's almost over... so bad so sad. Ok now I'm done.<br />Ruth in CaliforniaHOA Mgr Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07949018880623140075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-37450201907042227412012-08-24T19:32:47.413+00:002012-08-24T19:32:47.413+00:00I am becoming more annoyed as I get older, I get a...I am becoming more annoyed as I get older, I get annoyed about everything so much I am annoying those around me, which annoys me even more.willowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10695576345395633961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-72833849284661668152012-08-24T19:22:19.405+00:002012-08-24T19:22:19.405+00:00Yorkshire Pudding's comment intrigued me - wha...Yorkshire Pudding's comment intrigued me - what would be the reasons for having nettles in one's underpants?<br />Answers on a postcard ....Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08604864977387798470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-59420961337691552562012-08-24T19:02:43.655+00:002012-08-24T19:02:43.655+00:00chris
most of the characters on the aforementioned...chris<br />most of the characters on the aforementioned trains are in fact ENGLISH xxxJohn Going Gentlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14958171262765033946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-42249474141265626252012-08-24T18:28:35.815+00:002012-08-24T18:28:35.815+00:00I'm with Doc on this one.
Jo xxI'm with Doc on this one.<br />Jo xxHesta Nestahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03260523918707092137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20303812.post-88534368805113941472012-08-24T18:22:47.098+00:002012-08-24T18:22:47.098+00:00It depends on the day, John. On a good day, it rol...It depends on the day, John. On a good day, it rolls off me like water on a ducks back. On a bad day... Not enough room to write it all down. I try to avoid the bad days...Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02743921972328074980noreply@blogger.com