I hate

Surely Walsall have always been known by their full name of Walsall 0?

It's laces. I just can't. be. bothered.

I'll raise you.

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I was thinking more, but I mean Im not entirely against the other suggestions.

Also, the bolts used on Thomson stems, seatposts. Soft as shite.

Train people. 5 empty seats blocked by bags etc cos they don't want someone next to them.

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Just say excuse me and sit there

Just say excuse me and sit there

Yup, obviously they should shift over if there's a standee anyway, but I often chuck my bag next to me on an emptyish carriage which may fill up without me noticing too much, an excuse me or just standing nearby will get me shifted and always works if do the standing or excuse meing.

Yeah, eyeball, positive movement towards the seat, a polite is it alright if I sit there (looking pointedly at bag) - usually works

Talking to people? In real life? Using spoken language? DISGUSTING

tutting and sighing irl, whinge and post pictures on here.

I got a seat in the end, it's more the act that people do it purposely to dissuade people from sitting next to them.

people do it purposely to dissuade people from sitting next to them

I've found it works quite well

Carry a copy of the Bible with you. No one will sit near you, irrespective of how busy the train is.

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I once travelled on a packed train with my grandmother and she did that, put her bag next to her and when people came in pretended to ignore them. Eventually some woman tried to nudge her going "excuse me" to draw her attention but she kept purposedly ignoring them so the woman just moved her bag to the floor and sat down. My grandma went ballistic on her for even having the audacity to do that. I've never been more embarassed in my life.

Old people can be right ignorant cunts.

Lol.

Decorating.
Tedious endless prep. Sugar soaping, scraping, filling, sanding, covering, taping off.
Then the actual painting. Undercoat, first coat, another fucking coat. Cutting in. Re-doing the cutting in bits where your hand slipped.
Washing brushes. Washing fucking rollers. Trying to clean up after gloss paint then giving up and throwing everything in the bin.
Fucking horrendous.

Decorating.
Tedious endless escapade

Hard agree.

I refuse to decorate. I will do any other bullshit painful DIY job coming but I will not paint a wall. Absolute drudge work, zero joy, get to fuck.

Unless, I need to paint something outside in the garden, in which case I am perfectly happy to do it. But the pressure is off out there as you can drop paint, spill shit, whatever, and who cares? It’s outside, just blast it with a hose if needed.

I let most of the painting/DIY stuff build up until I can be bothered organising someone to come in and do it all in one go.

We're up to about 16 years now.

Flat needs rewiring. Means redecorating after chasing. Plus lifting carpets. May as well replace most of the carpets at the same time. Rewiring the kitchen is going to be very destructive, may as well look to refresh the kitchen at the same time. etc.

Add other family members (young and old) leaning against a freshly painted matte wall with their greasy grubby hands despite telling them in no uncertain terms to "STOP PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON THE FUCKING WALL".

I am also in the "good intentions to clean oil based brushes and rollers but leaving it too long and having to bin everything" camp. I have recently discovered tray liners which make me feel a bit better, my internal argument being they are less wasteful than binning a whole tray or using gallons of water/white spirit to clean. Also, B&Q do a tray and liners that also come with a sealed lid for the tray. Gives a lot of time between coats without having to ditch and start again.

I don't mind the actual painting, you can at least see some progress when you do that.

All the prep though, particularly the masking up, is what really puts me off. (I must admit that the roller goes in a bag between coats and then in the bin at the end.)