Little things that irk you.. (no swearing please)

[dataDave]

Beers and spliffs in the cinema used to be good.

People with stinky food can GTFO though.

[koopatroopa90]

Looking for a new laptop. No manufacturer produces exactly what I want, and those that come even close seem to charge insane amounts of money. Now that wouldn't be so bad if I knew the damn thing would last for years but the reviews hardly fill me with confidence.

And the amount of conflicting reviews on everything is also an irk/ major pain in the arse for something like a laptop that I can't test properly in a shop (battery life being a major factor for me). I found a cheap HP which I was thinking "sod it, I'll just get that" about only to read that HP have a huge fail rate. Grrr.

[EDDIE M0NS00N]

Spliffs stink, so stinking a Cinema out with that stuff would immediatley mean having words with said people.

My irk - seeing a dead cat on the way to work. Poor little fella obviously got hit by by some tw4t in a car that was definatley going too fast along my street early in the morning. I didnt want to leave him there in case some kids saw him on the way to school & got upset, & to make sure that any nasty little f*ckers didnt start booting him around so I hid him behind a wall. Gonna phone the council & let them know so they can take him

[Decider-VT]

How old is he? 16?

Nearly 30, as far as I know- he might even be older. It's sad in a way, as quite a lot of people in our workplace don't have the old choice of a soft career in retail or management, and are thus running out of options as the market gets fiercer and places close down. Sometimes I wonder if the musician/DJ/promoter types at work are kidding themselves that they have a viable escape plan for when everything eventually implodes. A lot of them are still living with their parents or in tiny rooms in shared houses with post-payday drinks providing an affordable monthly highlight. It's quite a poisonous lifestyle.

[prinnysquad]

Not so much of an irk, more like a crushing day of pure ****e.

Scruffy the guinea pig died last Friday. He'd had a good innings. He actually had a stroke in early 2009 and was left blind, but lived a normal life. Toffee, his 18 month old cage mate, was visibly upset, so on Saturday we went to the pet shop and bought Buster and Charlie (named after the silent comedy greats). They must be barely 2 months old, just babies really. We were very careful to introduce the little ones to Toffee, and followed all the advice about neutral ground, etc. It went like a dream - all three were munching together on a diet of fresh food and nuggets.

On Monday and Tuesday I noticed Charlie was breathing quite heavily - a slight rocking motion - but still had an appetite and was pelting around. I just put it down to the stress of the new digs and whatnot. Nevertheless, being the conscientious type, I booked an appointment with the vet. Wednesday morning he looked knackered, was breathing with difficulty, and making clicking noises through his nose. He didn't run round madly when I opened the cage. Off to the vets last night, we got some antibiotics to put in the water. Thing is, he wasn't eating or drinking by this point. Predictably, this morning he was dead. He was a real cute little guy with big eyes and tufty hair. It's a kick in the guts knowing I won't be able to enjoy him growing up.

That's obviously upsetting. But I feel angry as much as anything. The lack of interest and competence shown by some vets gets on my wick. Last night, had the little guy been injected at the vets with antibiotics, or administered something else there and then, he may have stood a fighting chance. Instead he deteriorated overnight and that was it. It's like vets know sweet FA about small animals - it's always a shrug of the shoulders and a 'I don't know what's wrong' response. Any solutions are impractical - syringing thick soggy mush into mouths, or pissing around with drops in water. Fat lot of good they did. If they're not drinking, they're not going to get the sodding medicine.

The same happened with Scruffy. He looked truly bollocksed on Thursday night, was drooling down his chin, curled up in a ball in the corner. I rang an emergency vet to get him put out of his misery. Instead I got some **** about 'I don't know what's wrong, he still has some life in him, try this powder in water and syringe it into his mouth'. Next day he was dead, probably not helped by the stress and indignity of being force-fed.

Then, and yesterday, it was clear to me that these piggies were in a bad way and needed urgent attention - one way or the other in different cases. I don't need to **** my pants to realise I need the toilet. Yet the couldn't-be-arsed vets did sod all, put the entire treatment onus on us, and they both didn't last the night. Not that the money is the main thing, but I've spent 130 quid this week on piss-poor non-advice, and ended up with dead pets 12 hours later each time. It's sickening. If it's not a dog or a cat, some vets just don't seem to want to know. I'm not criticising all vets - I've met some great ones who've treated all animals with interest and application. But recently my opinion has been rocked considerably.

Add to waking up to that poor little fella this morning, I've had to fork out another 200 quid on 3 new tyres for the car tonight.

I'm as sick as a bag of chips.

[monel]

Sorry to hear of all that, man . Hope things improve for you soon. I'm worried about someone's health right now, I hope it's nothing serious.

[Fader209]

Sorry to hear that Prinny, it's always tough losing a pet as they are part of the family Your vet does sound like a waste of time with the lack of care they gave to your animals. Was it a private place or one of the chain vets like Pets At Home?
I only ask as we had a bad time with Pets at Home when my cat Rosco was ill. He was 13 years old so had a few years left in him but he was acting very odd - scared to be at ground level, meowing a lot etc. When we went to the vets they said it was a tumour in his belly but we could span out his life by taking him for jabs twice a week which might cure him for months/years. I don't know why but I knew he was dying even before the vets trip and this was only going to put him through lots of stress and make him miserable in his last weeks so I decided to have him put to sleep. Killer of a decision to make and when we went back the vet made a big scene on how he would be fine with treatment etc, we had all said our goodbyes and it was really upsetting. After persuading her this was the right thing to do she eventually did it. A later examination showed the tumour was worse than they thought and the treatment wouldn't have worked.

[Decider-VT]

Also sorry to hear about that, Prinny. Unfortunately some vets are almost reluctant to extensively treat small animals like guinea pigs as they can be very hard to keep under anaesthetic without killing them. Doesn't excuse the indifferent attitude though. I was all set to become a vet until I worked in one for a couple of years and saw how money-driven the business really is. That's not to say that there aren't vets that do it for the right reasons but I've overheard conversations before where it's been agreed that there's just not much money in treating smaller snimals as they tend to die a lot faster than cats and dogs. A throroughly reprehensible attitude.

I was so angry with the way that my cat was treated when she died. We spent just under ?1000 on treatment for her to have her chest drained last December and she died on the same night. I'm still angry that she had to go through such a traumatic experience on her last day when the vets knew that her chances of surival were so slim, and with hindsight it's easy to see that they'd press for an expensive operation instead of leaving her alone. Even putting her down and having her cremated cost another ?300. Bearing in mind that I'd had my cat for sixteen years, I was led away from crying over her dead body to be cheerily handed a bill for her euthanasia at reception. Cold, cold people.

[prinnysquad]

Two separate places - one a family practice, the other Vets4pets. Both, I've got nothing good to say about, considering they have a 100% 12 hour mortality rate.

I've just spend 20 minutes staring at the remaining piggies, looking out for warning signs, in case something else happens that the local vets can write-off within hours. A long drawn out pet illness is exhausting. Patch went a couple of years ago, totally out of the blue. That was the easiest to deal with. The last few pet deaths have been tainted by shoddy vet practice.

The above posts feed into my developing opinion, that's for sure! There's some appalling stories out there. The only vet I've got a good word for is the one who took in Scruffy all those years ago, convinced that he had a good chance, and worked hard to get him on his feet again, providing actual ACTION in the surgery. Thanks to the diligence, warmth and professionalism of that vet, the little guy had a great few years, and I enjoyed having him around the joint. Of course, in some cases euthanasia is the best option, and in others firm quick treatment is, but lately I've seemed to suffer vets who make completely the wrong call and have a poor attitude.

[ETC]

Two separate places - one a family practice, the other Vets4pets. Both, I've got nothing good to say about, considering they have a 100% 12 hour mortality rate.

I've just spend 20 minutes staring at the remaining piggies, looking out for warning signs, in case something else happens that the local vets can write-off within hours. A long drawn out pet illness is exhausting. Patch went a couple of years ago, totally out of the blue. That was the easiest to deal with. The last few pet deaths have been tainted by shoddy vet practice.

The above posts feed into my developing opinion, that's for sure! There's some appalling stories out there. The only vet I've got a good word for is the one who took in Scruffy all those years ago, convinced that he had a good chance, and worked hard to get him on his feet again, providing actual ACTION in the surgery. Thanks to the diligence, warmth and professionalism of that vet, the little guy had a great few years, and I enjoyed having him around the joint. Of course, in some cases euthanasia is the best option, and in others firm quick treatment is, but lately I've seemed to suffer vets who make completely the wrong call and have a poor attitude.

Bit late for the advice but the only vets worth a **** round here is a bloke called Chris at abbey vets at Neville's cross, expensive but ****ing excellent gave my staffy an extra 3+ years of life he did

[Fader209]

Even putting her down and having her cremated cost another ?300. Bearing in mind that I'd had my cat for sixteen years, I was led away from crying over her dead body to be cheerily handed a bill for her euthanasia at reception. Cold, cold people.

That is disgusting. At least when my Rosco went they let us leave quietly and sent the bill in the post. Even got a card now I think about it.

[Decider-VT]

The above posts feed into my developing opinion, that's for sure! There's some appalling stories out there. The only vet I've got a good word for is the one who took in Scruffy all those years ago, convinced that he had a good chance, and worked hard to get him on his feet again, providing actual ACTION in the surgery. Thanks to the diligence, warmth and professionalism of that vet, the little guy had a great few years, and I enjoyed having him around the joint. Of course, in some cases euthanasia is the best option, and in others firm quick treatment is, but lately I've seemed to suffer vets who make completely the wrong call and have a poor attitude.

We've always been with a private vet, but by far the best experience and treatment we ever had was with an animal shelter that treated our cat when my wife was between jobs and I was living off my student loan. Says a lot really.

That is disgusting. At least when my Rosco went they let us leave quietly and sent the bill in the post. Even got a card now I think about it.

We got cards too, one from the regular vet (an old friend) and one from the late-night one that put her down. Would've been nice but they didn't even bother to phone us when her ashes came back from the crematorium.

['Press Start']

Cadbury's (or more like Kraft foods) and the Olympics have annoyed me again.

There was a shortage of tickets available for the public to buy right? So Cadbury's, one of the unhealthy sponsor's of the Olympics is giving away Olympics tickets in random bars of their chocolate.

So you are encouraged to spend money on unhealthy food to win tickets that should otherwise have been available to the public anyway! It's like they are trying their best to sell sh*t food and drink to everyone.

[ETC]

Dr Robotniks mean bastard bean machine on md collection, an hour I have been trying to beat that cheating **** I have done it before on MD can I do it now can I ****

[Fader209]

Pfft, I beat Dr Robotnik on that when I was a kid

Went out in the car on Friday night and my battery decided to die whilst driving. Luckily it wasn't too dark as I was down to sidelights and I wasn't too far from home. Anyhoo, tried charging it overnight and nothing went in so got a new one today but the battery light won't go out - so I guess it's the alternator gone