I hate

Nothing wrong with toes, they are just feet fingers. I have found a love for sliders this year, late adopter. The feeling when you get home after a ride and put sliders on to put the bike away..I've never felt so pro.

It's taken me 15 years to partially cure Mrs B (professional midlander) of calling roundabouts islands. You peaky blinder bastards should learn to speak Suvvern.

But in the caff?!

Who taught you to drive?

I used to be a driving instructor.

@snottycocker used to be a driving instructor.

Personally I've never had a problem with toes, I'm not eating them. I do have a fashion related problem with wearing sliders outside of home though, apart for putting out the bins.

fashion related problem

As with most "fashion" I agree.

Saw someone riding an e-scooter with sliders and socks the other day in the pissing rain. Almost felt sorry for him, but really just wanted him to stub his soggy toes.

Slides are cool, I love wearing mine... With or without socks... Very rarely worn out of the house tho', so difficult to ride or drive in them...

My scout leader

Not actually against sliders or any slipper at home. Just got some tabi socks for my flip flops.

I'd like some tabis for my Bedrocks...

With you on this. Mainly beacuse my feet have been massacred through years of football and having hammer toe thing. I wouldn't want to put other there food.

I've replaced most of my socks with tabi socks or five toe socks. So comfy.

I've replaced most of my socks

Celeste must have quite a few by now :-)

She loves (to destroy) socks, cables and pieces of paper.

that fucking "football is home" song.

it was shit the first time round.

It has to be crap when it’s ‘sung‘ exclusively by cavemen.
You will find if you grunt a close rendition of it while stumbling forward dragging your knuckles on the floor it all works together rather well.

I've no issue with the sportsing, just that chuffing tune. None of it is helped by the fact that David badiel is partly responsible.

It being shouted constantly in the small hours by drunk students definitely takes the shine off it.

Imagine if the official 1966 team song had been as popular still 24 years later... those of us old enough would've been singing this at Italia '90

https://youtu.be/mzaMjM4Ra7o

“A software update is required to connect (computer) to (my) iPhone.”
Every. Single. Time. I. Plug. The. Phone. In.
I fucking know. I don’t want to do the update you cretinous machine. So stop fucking asking me or give an ‘remind me sometime’ option. Jesus.

DVLA

Because I mailed off the vc5 for my old car, I still have to pay tax while they take 10 weeks to process it.

Right. So perhaps (p’raps?) in Suffolk you spell this with a ‘y’. Fair enough. Like that.
SO WHY ISN’T IT ‘VYNYGAR’
AND ‘ORGANYC’
AND ‘SYWCES’ AND ‘MARYNADES’
Wy? Whi?

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Ok let’s start at the beginning:
David “Blackface” Baddiel (the unfunny one from Newman and Baddiel) and Frank “Playground Danger” Skinner were painting themselves as “New Lads” a 90s rebrand of young blokes being twats. The term “lad” has an air of danger or a threat of violence, these two were only dangerous to girls just about old enough to legally consent and non-white footballers. They weren’t lads, no matter how much they wished they were. They weren’t young and your little sister could knock their teeth out. They decided to like football for money and to promote their careers.
They chose to enlist Ian Broudie and his band The Lightning Seeds. A group so twee and insipid they made Belle and Sebastian sound like Slayer. The Lightning Seeds played a kind of post C86 indie with nasty bontempi keyboard hooks all topped of with a man who sang like he was embarrassed of his own voice. Such is Ian’s songwriting talent that he can express emotions all the way from “I’ve got enough club card point to get some free biscuits” right through to “I’m feeling chipper because I am trying out a new brand of deodorant”. But Ian was a bit Northern and he wore an anorak indoors which made you a lad in the 90s (but a trainspotter in every other decade).
Together they wrote a song that is simultaneously pretentiously wordy and fucking moronic. Skinner and Baddiel are not professional singers but managed to ape Broudie’s wimper sufficiently well for the three of them to create a chorus that is kind of like a football chant. A terrace chant that is sanitised and cozy instead of being offensive like real football chants.
It’s an anthem for England fans who are so lost in their identity that they would join in with “the wheels on the bus” as easily as they do with “ten German bombers” or “No Surrender to the IRA” and the same basic arseholes sing 3 Lions

…and strictly speaking they aren’t lions on the shirt

Wow!