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F'sake!
Just had an email from Lush saying their website has been hacked and to contact my Credit Card company and cancel the card.
No fraudulent transaction's on it but it's the inconvenience of having to wait for a new one over the weekend when probably we need it most. Last time of dealing with them online - no one's getting exotic smellies from me again
edit: in a moment of clarity the fault is probably my own and serves me right for buying overpriced wanky smellies in a bid to improve my chances of get laid.
edit 2: I didn't mean by me smelling nice, I meant by buying nice presents and hoping that... oh never mind. Epic fail.Last edited by Spatial; 20-01-2011, 21:58.
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England have made an epic start
Good thing to remember which a lot of scrabble players miss, when pic is played, play through using the 'e' to make epic.
I do agree with you Kern. OMG is my biggest irk...that c**ting big brother brought that in more so....c**ting ***t twats.
Apologies too (at Yorath)
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my irks are the the americanised Friends driven 'can I get' when ordering and 'that is so not .....'
I saw 'epic fail yesterday at work being used to send back a regression bug fix to a developer, its what the UAT guy told him his effort at fixing things had been (I work in a investment bank not some trendy Old St startup)
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This daftie is thinking of suing the mall. Seriously wtf.
Also, after I threw my motorbike down the road, my insurer passed my details to their injury claims people who gave me a call. "We hear you were injured etc". "erm yes. I think I will sue. Please can we sue the weather or god for leaving ice lying around?" "Or perhaps the local council for not applying grit to every square centimete of road"
Get lost. If someone had hit me, then yeah, but it was my own fault. Yeah, let's sue myself!
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Undertaking idiots.
The road's uphill, unlit, has lots of blind turns and has very narrow lanes and there's queuing traffic at the top of the hill. There's a reason it's 40mph.
I was doing ~42 and the roads only half a mile long (I turn right at the end). Still, an idiot wanted to get to the queue at the top of the hill 20 seconds later and whizzed up my inside... Completely failing to spot the guy on the pushbike. He had to slam on his brakes, I had to slam on my brakes in case he or the cyclist decided to swerve out and the cyclist probably had a heart attack.
All to do something which probably save him no time at all.
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Tv in-programme advertising, of the next programme.
- The age-old one of voiceovers still annoys. I want to listen to the theme tune!
- A banner advertising the next programme at the top or bottom of the screen before the current prog is finished. Stop distracting me! The end of a programme is usually the most important bit - the whole point I've sat all the way through. Don't suck me out of the vibe by telling me what's on next, before this has finished.
- This loathesome trend for Box outs. I DESPISE it when the credits of a programme are marginalised to a tiny box in the corner of the screen and some twat tells me what's on next with about 3 other boxes showing title cards or trailers. What a diabolical cheapening of the creative talent behind a show or film. Squashed so little no sod can see them.
It's almost like they're saying that every single show on tv is shallow rubbish, where it doesn't matter who made it, and that you'll never get sucked into the mood of it, because instead, godammit, some chirpy bastard is going to snap you out of your reflective stupor and tell you everything that's on for the next 3 hours. Y'know, just in case you don't have the tv guide button, or a magazine, or a paper, or the patience to wait three minutes for it to actually be on.
I watched something the other week that I really enjoyed, and as the credits started to roll I wanted to know who played who, who did the musc, and reflect on what I'd seen. After two seconds some twadge started rabbiting, the picture went tiny, and I found out nothing while the voiceover desperately tried to get me to forget the programme I'd just seen as quickly as pssible.
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