How the other half live.
This post, I suspect will inflame a few people, but what the heck. My son's AX GT bit the dust last Friday at the MOT station - "Err, we've run out of red pages, and, please don't drive it away sir."
So, rightly or wrongly, my wife and I1, decided to "help" our son buy decent(ish) car. We did the old eBay thing over the weekend and found what looked like a nice Astra in Ipswich - which we bought.
Ignoring the fact that it's impossible to get real cash out of a bank without getting the Police & Church involved we drove up on Monday to pick it up. The SatNav amazingly held itself together for the journey up there2 and we (eventually) found the cottage in the middle of nowhere. Nice chap, of some Asian descent, going out with a girl of obviously English parentage and living in her parent's house.
Her parents hated him.
They were stereotypical slobs - the house was full of catfood, cats, parrots and ground-in dirt. The sink was full of filthy dishes from days ago. The chap was overweight and really did look like Rab C Nesbit. His wife (I assume) was larger, wearing a dirty off-white dressing gown and she needed crutches - I presume due to the fact that her hips or knees had given out due to her bulk. When we arrived, he was playing some mindless shoot-em-up on the PC which was positioned where the TV would traditionally go3. At no point during our entire visit did they move or even acknowledge our presence in the room.
My son picked up on the animosity. The chap asked if he could borrry a pen. The fat bloke handed him a pen, but deliberately held it out short so that the chap had to reach right over the fat woman who harumphed and puffed because she couldn't see the PC. (Either that or his arms had locked bent due to excessive mouse abuse).
I was desperate for a wee and asked to use their toilet. My son thought he'd be better off going up a tree outside.
He was right. Nice car too.
1Actually, it was my wife who decided that.
2Another long story - it's a replacement unit.
3I assume they hadn't paid their TV licence and it had been confiscated, or, the council at this present time didn't have a 42" plasma that they could give them.
So, rightly or wrongly, my wife and I1, decided to "help" our son buy decent(ish) car. We did the old eBay thing over the weekend and found what looked like a nice Astra in Ipswich - which we bought.
Ignoring the fact that it's impossible to get real cash out of a bank without getting the Police & Church involved we drove up on Monday to pick it up. The SatNav amazingly held itself together for the journey up there2 and we (eventually) found the cottage in the middle of nowhere. Nice chap, of some Asian descent, going out with a girl of obviously English parentage and living in her parent's house.
Her parents hated him.
They were stereotypical slobs - the house was full of catfood, cats, parrots and ground-in dirt. The sink was full of filthy dishes from days ago. The chap was overweight and really did look like Rab C Nesbit. His wife (I assume) was larger, wearing a dirty off-white dressing gown and she needed crutches - I presume due to the fact that her hips or knees had given out due to her bulk. When we arrived, he was playing some mindless shoot-em-up on the PC which was positioned where the TV would traditionally go3. At no point during our entire visit did they move or even acknowledge our presence in the room.
My son picked up on the animosity. The chap asked if he could borrry a pen. The fat bloke handed him a pen, but deliberately held it out short so that the chap had to reach right over the fat woman who harumphed and puffed because she couldn't see the PC. (Either that or his arms had locked bent due to excessive mouse abuse).
I was desperate for a wee and asked to use their toilet. My son thought he'd be better off going up a tree outside.
He was right. Nice car too.
1Actually, it was my wife who decided that.
2Another long story - it's a replacement unit.
3I assume they hadn't paid their TV licence and it had been confiscated, or, the council at this present time didn't have a 42" plasma that they could give them.
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