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Why do we all do stupid things we know are wrong and we instantly regret?
Here is my "confession":-
This afternoon Mrs O finally got round to making the first mince pies of the season – the sign for me that Christmas is almost here.
In my haste to taste – I grabbed one as on as she took the tray out of the oven.
One bite later and I now have a mouthfull of blisters from scalding hot mincemeat – I did the same thing last year!!!
Why don’t I ever learn?
Any other stupid, I should know better, acts people want to confess?
I ate about 10 Irish pork sausages yesterday….just taking each second as it comes……
good luck mate.Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
I saw a pig pulling a crate load of sausages the other day.
I guess he was drawing his own conclusions.
gc
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Stupid things. My mum cooked vegetable soup last week and asked if I wanted some, it looked OK in the pot, but the word vegetable meant that it could potentially be unpleasant, so I lifted a spoon out of the drawer and tasted a bit out of the pot, same mistake as you paul, spat it straight out and so it didnt blister but it was sore for a couple of days.
Whilst in a pub in wiltshire a few years ago, I ordered a pizza in a little rural sportsbar, there werent many people in and the bar staff were just sat chatting whilst I waited on the pizza. After about 45 minutes had passed I asked about the pizza, and with a surprised look they said "We’ll get that for you now", before bringing out what looked like the remains of a hub cap from a burnt out car. As I was by this point starving I decided to just say nothing and eat the pizza, which they had blatantly forgot about and had the brass neck to serve anyway. However, despite the fact that it looked like pure carbon from the outside, under the cremated cheese on the top was an under layer of molten tomato sauce which blistered my tongue, lip, chin and thumb as I violently pulled it away from my face. The worst thing about it was my mate was in hysterics and I was absolutely livid and in some pain, to this day he still finds it funny and I dont. I was all up for sueing the bast@rds, but just lacked the motivation and direction to do so.
On the subject of stupidity, I had a sausgae and mash for my dinner last night and I went for a bacon, sausage and egg roll this morning (both in northern ireland) and last week I took a herbal E thinking that there would be no side effects.
I was a bit skint so I got the friggin things out the freezer, 3 for breakfast 3 for lunch and 3 for dinner, now I feel sick as a pig.
At least it wasn’t 10 pieces of Black ‘Pudding’
I’m in the habit, particularly in the winter months, of a post 2300 Hrs dozing off in front of the TV and full-on log-effect gas fire, only to wake in the wee small hours hot, confused, uncomfortable and having missed whatever it was I was watching; hence, being quite aware of this habit, I tend to tape everything just in case.
Naturally by the time I finally crawl to bed sleep does not easily return
Everytime the eyelids start to droop I mumble ‘time for bed’ but more often than not ignore the warning and slip off into that twilight zone populated by stranger-than-strange dreams
Far, far too many to mention them all but two recent ones spring readily to mind.
One was a recent trip to Turkey. We’re on a boat cruise and I have two pints in hand, both in plastic glasses. We’re on the top deck and the bar is on the bottom deck with an extremely steep narrow set of stairs connecting the two. You needed to hold on to the rails as you ascended, preferably with both hands but certainly with at least one.
Realising that this wouldn’t be possible carrying two pints I held one of the plastic pints between my teeth and took about two steps up the stairs before it dawned on me that anybody coming down would be screwed, so instinct took over and I looked up to check. At least it gave a number of people amusement for a while.
The other was a quiet Sunday morning two weeks ago and as I went under a bridge on a dual carriage way I noticed the dubious looking white van sat atop. I slowed down marginally but was still going pretty fast.
Having stopped at the farm butchers on the island I headed back, absent mindedly noticing that the van was still there – doh !!
Two speeding tickets in the space of 8 minutes.
Lee
Wilsonl: Not for nothing are "stairs" on boats called ladders.
Old seafaring adage – one hand for you, one hand for the boat.I generally think I am really funny, when in fact I’m probably just a pain in the arse.
Anyway, we were putting up the tree on Sunday and Mrs Jay had decided that tinsel was OUT and we weren’t going to have any of it on the tree. So we put up our battered 10 year old poundstrecter tree and it looked a bit sparse and done in. All I said was, ‘is that a credit crunch tree?’ … needless to say I’m still in the bad books for spoiling it all.
That was pretty stupid, but I never learn.
good luck mate.
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