Annoying expressions part 1.
Fatcats are full of quirks and foibles, it's true. But I do try to keep a lid on some of my more OCD styled weirdness. However certain things are quaranteed to set my phasers to stun and the following is one of them...
'Darling, what time will I meet you in town?'
'Around three, four.'
or.
'What time did he call?'
'About seven, eight.'
or.
'What time is the party?'
'It starts nine, half nine.'
Seriously, fuck of with your five sixs and your nine nine thirties. There was a woman on the radio yesterday that said, 'Ten, Twenty thousand people could be affected by the HSC's decision' and I was standing there in the kitchen yelling at the radio, 'TEN TWENTY? IS THAT A NEW FUCKING NUMBER?"
If asked what age I am I don't say '34 35.'
Or if somebody asked what car I drive I don't say Ford Mondeo Ka. That would be stupid. So what is it with numbers? If you don't know the exact time just say 'I think it was around 4' or 'between 3 and 4.' Don't just pop it on there like a bloody big strangley placed digit!
It's really not that difficult now is it.
Adding number to existing perfectly good numbers thus rendering them annoying...
I"M AGAINST IT!
'Darling, what time will I meet you in town?'
'Around three, four.'
or.
'What time did he call?'
'About seven, eight.'
or.
'What time is the party?'
'It starts nine, half nine.'
Seriously, fuck of with your five sixs and your nine nine thirties. There was a woman on the radio yesterday that said, 'Ten, Twenty thousand people could be affected by the HSC's decision' and I was standing there in the kitchen yelling at the radio, 'TEN TWENTY? IS THAT A NEW FUCKING NUMBER?"
If asked what age I am I don't say '34 35.'
Or if somebody asked what car I drive I don't say Ford Mondeo Ka. That would be stupid. So what is it with numbers? If you don't know the exact time just say 'I think it was around 4' or 'between 3 and 4.' Don't just pop it on there like a bloody big strangley placed digit!
It's really not that difficult now is it.
Adding number to existing perfectly good numbers thus rendering them annoying...
I"M AGAINST IT!
Labels: Hello farewell.
posted by fatmammycat at 10:55 a.m.
15 Comments:
I blame texting and the demise of classical education. You'd get full marks these days by answering a sum with the number 16ish.
When I was at school we'd have been soundly leathered for this lack of clarity. And it "never did us any harm" or words to that effect.
Conan that is evil. It's all down to tv.
I feel your pain. FMC. If I've pulled someone up on this once I must have pulled them up on it 5,374 times.
See now I can't tell if you've pulled them up five thousand, three hundred and seventy four times, or five, three hundred and seventy four times. I'm going to go with the latter as you're a kind person and wouldn't mess with my head today.
Conan I blame mobile phones for everything.
Well I think you need to eat some brownies maybe 3,4 of them.
I seen a great picture in the papers when I was home titled Fat Cat Nation, my first question is how can we join your nation and my second question is did you see it ?
It erases all focus on punctuality as well. I like being punctual. If I tell you that dinner starts at 6, then your ass better be here then so I can start the courses. Don't show up at 7 or you've ruined everything and pissed me off.
Medbh - if you are invited to dinner in the UK at 7.30pm and you showed up at 7.30pm you'd likely find the hostess still in the shower!
FMC - totally off topic - I saw the film "The Commitments" last night on Film 4 - it was awsomely brilliant. Will now have to buy it on DVD to watch again. One question, my love interest says it was based on truth, including the bit about a horse being housed in a flat on an estate somewhere in Dublin - is he winding me up?
Not me, I'm with Medbh on this. If I say dinner is at 7pm you'd best be lowering your smartly clad arse into a chair and considering whether you want second glass of wine or not.
Mmmmachawt, a whole nation you say? I didn't see it, but I rather like the idea. A nation of fit, buttery toast eating folk, no chewing gum or mobile phones and no visible thongs or jazz or poetry...where Reiki people were made to compete in death matches againt Faith healers and psychics and the national drink was rum!!
Crikey, me likey.
Shebah, like a spinning top.
One Word: NCT test.
That fricking winds me up. Pedantic, I know.
Well its not exactly what I seen but your nation does sound better except for the lack of poetry( wheres the love ) I just posted the picture on Flickr.
It's all right for you Docky2, you can write yourself a script for Xanex whenyou get wouldn up, all I have is shouting at the radio.
McHawt, that is a very round cat. Also, excellent stairs.
I agree I am glad I listened to my wife and agreed to the Oak. sure If I listened to her all the time I would be much better off.
I wish I had listened when she told me what number to put the washing machine on then I would not have a lot of pink tee shirts.
hahhaha, poor old thing. The paramour once put on a wash that changed the texture of his clothing, don't ask me how he did it. He can rewire an entire computer system, but put on a wash? Nope.
The house looks lovely. Congratulations.
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