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‘Platty joobs’ to describe the next few days. Couldn’t care less about the event but fgs as a phrase it’s even worse than ‘holibobs’.
‘Platty joobs’ to describe the next few days. Couldn’t care less about the event but fgs as a phrase it’s even worse than ‘holibobs’.
‘Platty joobs’ to describe the next few days. Couldn’t care less about the event but fgs as a phrase it’s even worse than ‘holibobs’.
Platinum jubilee. I have to admit that it took me a while to figure it out!What in tarnation are platty joobs?!![]()

‘Platty joobs’ ...
Platinum jubilee. I have to admit that it took me a while to figure it out!![]()
Agree with that, I see it far too often. But even worse are those who then pull out a crumpled mass of vouchers and hand them to the cashier, who has to separate, flatten and scan each one to see if it's valid. Especially annoying if they've all expired anyway! Why wouldn't you give them to the cashier to check them while you're doing your packing?Probably the same people that wait to pay for their purchase in a checkout queue and when it is their turn, stand there packing until the cashier tells them the cost, and only after they have meticulously finished packing everything do they start fumbling about in pockets/handbags/whatever looking for their purse/wallet. The lack of even basic thought and planning amongst some people is ridiculous, and I'm sure it is a major contribution to the general slowness I experience in and around my home town.
Answer to the above is either (a) you deliberately want to p*ss off those behind you in the queue for as long as possible, or (b) you are a totally self-absorbed individual who doesn't register anyone else, save possibly the cashier. Many examples of both abound, mostly women, but then most supermarkets generally have far more women than men shopping there in the first place.Agree with that, I see it far too often. But even worse are those who then pull out a crumpled mass of vouchers and hand them to the cashier, who has to separate, flatten and scan each one to see if it's valid. Especially annoying if they've all expired anyway! Why wouldn't you give them to the cashier to check them while you're doing your packing?
Answer to the above is either (a) you deliberately want to p*ss off those behind you in the queue for as long as possible, or (b) you are a totally self-absorbed individual who doesn't register anyone else, save possibly the cashier.
Indeed. Think I'd almost rather be bitten by a dog than a horse fly!Insects that get their jollies out of biting people.
(a) you deliberately want to p*ss off those behind you in the queue for as long as possible, or (b) you are a totally self-absorbed individual who doesn't register anyone else, save possibly the cashier
(c) They're merely disorganised - is far more likely than deliberate selfishness.
I don’t mind people like that, simply because in these days of smart phones, you can pull one out of your pocket and have the correct info at your finger tips and then say ‘Actually I think you’ll find…’Bores who finish sentences by saying "fact", as if it makes whatever bobbins they're spouting true.
Bores who finish sentences by saying "fact", as if it makes whatever bobbins they're spouting true.
If I heard anyone say that, they'd soon find themselves alone... I'd have to abandon them just so I was no longer tempted to beat such stupidity out of them.‘Platty joobs’ to describe the next few days. Couldn’t care less about the event but fgs as a phrase it’s even worse than ‘holibobs’.
Hanlon's Razor comes to mind. "Never attribute to malice that which may be adequately explained by stupidity"Speaking from experience, (c) is quite common, but there have been many occasions when I've witnessed (a) and (b).
Grown ups who use daft baby-language like that should be sent down the pit, unless they were actually interacting with a baby or toddler.
Yeah, when companies try to be casual, like they're one of your mates, it really makes me cringe. It isn't new though- I rember the Puccino's coffee shops at almost every station in south west London twenty years ago, that really went all in on the "quirky" style. Then there's Innocent smoothies, who really started the "wackaging" (a portmanteau of wacky & packaging) trend.Another thing in the baby-talk realm which annoys me: is Wetherspoons, in their breakfast menu nowadays, printing the actual word "butty / butties" (bacon, sausage, etc.) -- can't they act like adults, and use "sandwich", for heaven's sake? On the rare occasions when I order such an item at a Wetherspoons, I make whatever shift necessary, not to employ the b-word for ordering; sometimes telling the person behind the bar, that I refuse to use "butty" -- it sounds babyish.
It's only in this particular context that the word gets on my wick. Used jocularly in casual conversation, it's fine; and I'm perfectly happy with Ken Dodd's jam-butty-mines stuff. And in "Welsh English", no problem ("Butty Bach" ale and what have you) -- I believe the word has a different meaning in that milieu anyway, not sandwich-related. It's only this newish gimmick of Wetherspoons', that I hate and would wish to ban: I just find it twee, unnecessary, infantile-seeming, and thoroughly cringe-making.
With this particular lady, we were advised to process them all anyway because she would usually kick up an almighty fuss. If it had been up to me the old bat wouldn't have been allowed get away with it. Coupons were manually keyed in then, so there was no opportunity to use the "computer says no" excuse!
The(c) They're merely disorganised - is far more likely than deliberate selfishness.
Agree with that, I see it far too often. But even worse are those who then pull out a crumpled mass of vouchers and hand them to the cashier, who has to separate, flatten and scan each one to see if it's valid. Especially annoying if they've all expired anyway! Why wouldn't you give them to the cashier to check them while you're doing your packing?
Yeah, when companies try to be casual, like they're one of your mates, it really makes me cringe. It isn't new though- I rember the Puccino's coffee shops at almost every station in south west London twenty years ago, that really went all in on the "quirky" style. Then there's Innocent smoothies, who really started the "wackaging" (a portmanteau of wacky & packaging) trend.
It was clever for about six weeks two decades ago, but it's old-hat now. It needs to be left behind really.
VTEC's talking toilets was for me the apex (or perhaps zenith) of Railway "wackaging". Northern (old, but new Northern have carried it on) tries it too, with their "My name is carriage 57902..." stickers, but those aren't as bad as the talking toilets at least..."Wackaging" -- wonderful word, with just the right degree of scorn. Thank you for this one !
I'd consider that the word applies nicely to the railways' practice nowadays, of branding -- often whimsically -- various routes, as "The [this, that, or the other thing] Line". In the main, this strikes me as embarrassingly naff, and I wish they wouldn't do it. A few years ago, I started a thread on "History and Nostalgia", about this "branding" thing -- fun was had dreaming up daft or libellous "The *** Line" titles, for routes which never had this done to them; or finding imaginably better names, for ones which had been thus afflicted.
There are lots of YouTube videos featuring such people in the USA, though in their mix there's often police officers, handcuffs and threats of or actual violence too. Undiagnosed mental illness certainly plays a part, and with so many carrying guns in that benighted country I'd do my utmost not to engage with them on any level.I remember this from my days as a student worker in the very ill-fated Big W. Some old bat came in with a massive pile of coupons and a load of random things, and she expected me to write every single number into the till. I told her politely that we could keep her trolley and the prices, and if she came back when it was quiet, i.e. not in the evening in December, we could attend to her peacefully. It would have taken a good half hour to type everything in, and there was no way I was doing it.
Nope. She wanted served there and then. I called the till supervisor over, he took one look and said "no, we're not doing it". She demands to see a manager, so we find the customer services manager (a straight talking Aussie bloke) who took a look and also said "nope". She then kicks off, saying that she had time and that it was our obligation to do it. She's ranting and raving at this point, so she gets asked to leave, but she told the manager to piss off.
At this point, we're trying not to laugh at her meltdown, people in the queue are losing their head, and she's screaming that she wants a proper manager. We radio the shift manager, who was happily enjoying a nice cup of tea at that point. He comes over, takes one look at her red face and her massive pile of coupons, and tells her straight that she's banned for life and not to come back. She threatened him with the newspapers, the TV, her local councillor, the lot!
Sure enough, a few days later, there she was in the paper. She was absolutely off her rocker, and it turned out that she was also banned from the nearby Asda for doing exactly the same thing.
Simple, don’t use Weatherspoons!Another thing in the baby-talk realm which annoys me: is Wetherspoons, in their breakfast menu nowadays, printing the actual word "butty / butties" (bacon, sausage, etc.) -- can't they act like adults, and use "sandwich", for heaven's sake? On the rare occasions when I order such an item at a Wetherspoons, I make whatever shift necessary, not to employ the b-word for ordering; sometimes telling the person behind the bar, that I refuse to use "butty" -- it sounds babyish.
It's only in this particular context that the word gets on my wick. Used jocularly in casual conversation, it's fine; and I'm perfectly happy with Ken Dodd's jam-butty-mines stuff. And in "Welsh English", no problem ("Butty Bach" ale and what have you) -- I believe the word has a different meaning in that milieu anyway, not sandwich-related. It's only this newish gimmick of Wetherspoons', that I hate and would wish to ban: I just find it twee, unnecessary, infantile-seeming, and thoroughly cringe-making.