Things We Hate

[mnb089mnb]

It's probably been said before but Jamie Oliver.

And any other fu-k-ng p-e-o for that matter.

 

[Christian Slater]

People who work in sales that don't know when to turn off the performance, or are permanently stuck in sales mode. The lass' dad had a heart attack a couple of days ago, when we visited him last night this tosser he knew came in all boisterous, shouting over everyone and bringing the bantz. He then proceeded to patronise her dad on what had likely caused his heart attack, suggesting it's all in the mind. He then interrupted family members when they were talking so he could be the centre of attention. If I'd known the family a little better I'd have told him to fuck off.

 

[spireite]

Jeremy Kyle, the exploitative prick

 

[Christian Slater]

Jeremy Kyle, the exploitative prick

 

[HertsWolf]

People who work in sales that don't know when to turn off the performance, or are permanently stuck in sales mode. The lass' dad had a heart attack a couple of days ago, when we visited him last night this tosser he knew came in all boisterous, shouting over everyone and bringing the bantz. He then proceeded to patronise her dad on what had likely caused his heart attack, suggesting it's all in the mind. He then interrupted family members when they were talking so he could be the centre of attention. If I'd known the family a little better I'd have told him to fuck off.

If you'd known them a little less you could have punched him in the face.

But seriously, really sorry to hear about her dad. It's always tough when someone's very ill. Hope he gets better soon.

 

[T.A]

People who work in sales that don't know when to turn off the performance, or are permanently stuck in sales mode. The lass' dad had a heart attack a couple of days ago, when we visited him last night this tosser he knew came in all boisterous, shouting over everyone and bringing the bantz. He then proceeded to patronise her dad on what had likely caused his heart attack, suggesting it's all in the mind. He then interrupted family members when they were talking so he could be the centre of attention. If I'd known the family a little better I'd have told him to fuck off.

You should have hit him and told him it was all in his head. Odious toad.

 

[Craig]

They're £5 here. Fucks sake.

£6 for two tubs at local Tesco this morning. Roses, Quality Streets, Celebrations and Heroes.

 

[appletablepenny]

Nice skim off the head there. Just once I'd like one of the punters to cockpunch him while he's stood over them giving it the big one.

 

[Richard Cranium]

Detest the man. Him and that Rinder prick.

 

[appletablepenny]

Detest the man. Him and that Rinder prick.

"TALKING"

 

[Cheese & Biscuits]

Detest the man. Him and that Rinder prick.

He was on University Challenge tonight.

 

[RavenBish]

Tennis.

 

[r1ch1e]

Tennis.

The most repetitive sport going. Can't stand it. Nice point Andy, another 150 of them and you might make the 2nd round of a 2 week tournament. Thank god it's winter.

 

[Martino Knockavelli]

Tennis is, self-evidently, a magnificent thing. A sport of power and precision, of delicacy and force, of beguiling geometry, and thence the taming and/or defiance thereof. It possesses too a directly adversarial quality which is rare in sports which are not literally pugilistic, and thus lends itself very well to a sort of psychodrama of a peculiarly introspective kind. To be immune to these qualities whilst boasting of which soccerball team you root for is to announce yourself as an oaf, a negligent philistine.

As with most sports, what mars tennis is the infinite layers of bullshit that have accreted around it: the flaccid, gentlemanly politesse; the repellent reek of self-satisfied old money; the unironic yearning for an Albion immemorial (promulgated via a 30 quid tubs of strawberries held in fat, sweaty hands); the smugness and complacency this faecal miasma fosters in those who hold positions of authority within the sport. A full hit parade would require further unpicking, but as far as mainstream sports go (sorry, polo), tennis is perhaps behind only golf when it comes to the wretched pomposity its blazerati and their hangers on.

 

[JaseTheVillain]

Do you ever type up a fucking normal post, or do you just take pride in being an intolerable smart arse?

 

[Camborne Gills]

Tennis is, self-evidently, a magnificent thing. A sport of power and precision, of delicacy and force, of beguiling geometry, and thence the taming and/or defiance thereof. It possesses too a directly adversarial quality which is rare in sports which are not literally pugilistic, and thus lends itself very well to a sort of psychodrama of a peculiarly introspective kind. To be immune to these qualities whilst boasting of which soccerball team you root for is to announce yourself as an oaf, a negligent philistine.

As with most sports, what mars tennis is the infinite layers of bullshit that have accreted around it: the flaccid, gentlemanly politesse; the repellent reek of self-satisfied old money; the unironic yearning for an Albion immemorial (promulgated via a 30 quid tubs of strawberries held in fat, sweaty hands); the smugness and complacency this faecal miasma fosters in those who hold positions of authority within the sport. A full hit parade would require further unpicking, but as far as mainstream sports go (sorry, polo), tennis is perhaps behind only golf when it comes to the wretched pomposity its blazerati and their hangers on.

In laymans terms, whilst tennis can be an enthralling sport, it is generally populated by middle class tossers, and as for the people that watch it......................etc etc

 

[Martino Knockavelli]

Do you ever type up a fucking normal post, or do you just take pride in being an intolerable smart arse?

 

[Alty]

Tennis is, self-evidently, a magnificent thing. A sport of power and precision, of delicacy and force, of beguiling geometry, and thence the taming and/or defiance thereof. It possesses too a directly adversarial quality which is rare in sports which are not literally pugilistic, and thus lends itself very well to a sort of psychodrama of a peculiarly introspective kind. To be immune to these qualities whilst boasting of which soccerball team you root for is to announce yourself as an oaf, a negligent philistine.

As with most sports, what mars tennis is the infinite layers of bullshit that have accreted around it: the flaccid, gentlemanly politesse; the repellent reek of self-satisfied old money; the unironic yearning for an Albion immemorial (promulgated via a 30 quid tubs of strawberries held in fat, sweaty hands); the smugness and complacency this faecal miasma fosters in those who hold positions of authority within the sport. A full hit parade would require further unpicking, but as far as mainstream sports go (sorry, polo), tennis is perhaps behind only golf when it comes to the wretched pomposity its blazerati and their hangers on.

Cricket? Or do the salt of the earth Lancashire Leaguers trump the MCC wankers?

 

[Martino Knockavelli]

The latter I think, and I wonder also if cricket's sclerotic stuffiness hasn't been ameliorated by the fact that the imperial vassals have wrested control of it from the straw boater brigade.

Rugby union and parts of the horse racing industry are also eighth circle dwellers, if we're taking nominations.

 

[ZianfrancoGoal]

Tennis is, self-evidently, a magnificent thing. A sport of power and precision, of delicacy and force, of beguiling geometry, and thence the taming and/or defiance thereof. It possesses too a directly adversarial quality which is rare in sports which are not literally pugilistic, and thus lends itself very well to a sort of psychodrama of a peculiarly introspective kind. To be immune to these qualities whilst boasting of which soccerball team you root for is to announce yourself as an oaf, a negligent philistine.

As with most sports, what mars tennis is the infinite layers of bullshit that have accreted around it: the flaccid, gentlemanly politesse; the repellent reek of self-satisfied old money; the unironic yearning for an Albion immemorial (promulgated via a 30 quid tubs of strawberries held in fat, sweaty hands); the smugness and complacency this faecal miasma fosters in those who hold positions of authority within the sport. A full hit parade would require further unpicking, but as far as mainstream sports go (sorry, polo), tennis is perhaps behind only golf when it comes to the wretched pomposity its blazerati and their hangers on.

 

[Stagat]

Heh, that cock 'n' balls.

 

[HertsWolf]

Do you ever type up a fucking normal post, or do you just take pride in being an intolerable smart arse?

To be fair, we're all normal in the Championship sub-forum. Ish.

You'd like it.

 

[appletablepenny]

Tennis is, self-evidently, a magnificent thing. A sport of power and precision, of delicacy and force, of beguiling geometry, and thence the taming and/or defiance thereof. It possesses too a directly adversarial quality which is rare in sports which are not literally pugilistic, and thus lends itself very well to a sort of psychodrama of a peculiarly introspective kind. To be immune to these qualities whilst boasting of which soccerball team you root for is to announce yourself as an oaf, a negligent philistine.

As with most sports, what mars tennis is the infinite layers of bullshit that have accreted around it: the flaccid, gentlemanly politesse; the repellent reek of self-satisfied old money; the unironic yearning for an Albion immemorial (promulgated via a 30 quid tubs of strawberries held in fat, sweaty hands); the smugness and complacency this faecal miasma fosters in those who hold positions of authority within the sport. A full hit parade would require further unpicking, but as far as mainstream sports go (sorry, polo), tennis is perhaps behind only golf when it comes to the wretched pomposity its blazerati and their hangers on.

 

[JimJams]

I posted about Prank videos before, but saw this today and thought it summed a lot of it up well.

 

[blade1889]

 

[Bobbin']

None to the dog?

Why not?

Forget that, just seen it in the top right.

 

[JaseTheVillain]

To be fair, we're all normal in the Championship sub-forum. Ish.

You'd like it.

Got to be better than the Premier League forum...

It's all either Liverpool and United fans bickering, a supposed Macclesfield (ahem, Man City) fan usually gets involved too, or it's everyone taking the piss out of Chelsea/Man United/Man City/Arsenal/Liverpool, whichever has had a bad result that week. Most threads turn into Liverpool/Man United bickering though. Great fun it is.

Then again, I don't really fancy discussing who's away attendance is bigger either.

EDIT: Oh, and you have El Guapo...

 

[HertsWolf]

EDIT: Oh, and you have El Guapo...

We love him so much that we will be gutted if they go up. You'll just miss him as the elevators pass by each other in the summer.

 

[JaseTheVillain]

Yeahhhh, more chance of you lot passing us over the whole season imo.

 

[Etty Abrics]

I used to get Christmas cards from my cat