cordshoes Yeah it were me. I was on DryRobe watch at Quarry Bank Mill. I can't let it go.

Something else I can't let go but it's not irrational at all is the amount of people I see looking down at their phones momentarily while driving. I notice it more and more often. On the School run with the daughter last week I counted four within about 2 minutes. It really staggers me. I'd be much happier if I could just ignore it but it bothers me so much. Self centered cunts. Hate them. It's the equivalent of driving about after four or five pints in terms of the impact on controlling the vehicle. Says a lot about society that so many people do it.

    Estate agents, travel agents, insurance agents, employment agents, secret agents, in fact any kind of agent.

    fuzzy I don't get dry robes. They seem to be something used by lazy people who are really into fungal growths.

      fuzzy Fucking loads of whoppers from Merseyside/Manc and the North East wandering about Keswick in them. Usually but not exclusively women. Box fresh, white trainers, tons of slap and more filler than a Wimpey gaff.

          CharlieG It's a baffling phenomenon. I wonder what ideas they have about what they think they look like and what kind of statement they think they are making.

            I didnt even comment on them 🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️

            Anchor that definitely a hole. There’s no way that can be construed as a cave. It’s way too small.

                Djpekingman that definitely a hole. There’s no way that can be construed as a cave. It’s way too small.

                But to a particularly small mouse it would be a cave. It's a matter of perspective.

                Talking about holes I once went to Wookie Hole and it's fuck all to do with Star Wars. And Cheddar Gorge is made of rock. Fucking shit day out that was.

                  Anchor I discovered I had claustrophobia in student backpack days when I went in a supposed underground city in Cappadocia in Turkey, in reality mile after mile of caves and tunnels where Christians hid out to avoid persecution hundreds of years ago. It was a really overwhelming feeling, verging on panic and I had to get out quickly.
                  I had it again years later at Cu Chi in Vietnam where I daftly went through a bit of the tunnel system the Viet Cong had built. Horrible feeling. Of all the hobbies in the world caving and potholing are the ones that baffle me.

                    being woken up by a mozzie. then spending the next 30 minutes in scruds with damp t towel as weapon of choice hunting the fucker. couldn't find it spent the next 2 hours with one eye open.