minor things that make you fume

[ClausThomsen]

Just caught sight of an article regarding Doncaster Sheffield Airport. Peel Holdings to close the venture. Reason being not enough footfall. I'm devastated as it's recently been my go to Airport. Reading all the horror stories recently about hold up and delays at larger airports, a 40 minute drive to the car park and a further 35 minutes getting checked in and through security to sitting in Spoons. Absolute tragedy.

I feel your pain - some airports are so bad it's unreal.

Liverpool is still pretty smooth running and has a comparatively generous 40 minutes free parking for drop off/pick up. I'd be absolutely gutted if it closed and I had to use the horror show that is Manchester.

 

[Nobby Nobbs]

Liverpool is still pretty smooth running and has a comparatively generous 40 minutes free parking for drop off/pick up

Where is this free pick up/ drop off you speak of as far as I’m aware you have to pay.

 

[tommytowne]

I feel your pain - some airports are so bad it's unreal.

Liverpool is still pretty smooth running and has a comparatively generous 40 minutes free parking for drop off/pick up. I'd be absolutely gutted if it closed and I had to use the horror show that is Manchester.

Reading a bit more about it Peel Holdings who are notorious in wanting to see a profit on their investments, see the old Finningley air base as a lucrative warehouse and logistics hub.

 

[Connor mcloud]

I feel your pain - some airports are so bad it's unreal.

Liverpool is still pretty smooth running and has a comparatively generous 40 minutes free parking for drop off/pick up. I'd be absolutely gutted if it closed and I had to use the horror show that is Manchester.

Liverpool is £4 to drop off/pickup for 10 or 15 minutes, can't remember which

 

[chrismpw]

Liverpool is £4 to drop off/pickup for 10 or 15 minutes, can't remember which

This sort of rip-off is why I simply don't consider flying or go near airports anymore. Its one step away from accepting an entry fee at the Asda.

 

[Runub]

Where is this free pick up/ drop off you speak of as far as I’m aware you have to pay.

I used it today. Plan at link below. Or put Liverpool Airport Drop Off 2 in Google Maps. 5 mins walking from terminal

Liverpool John Lennon Airport

www.liverpoolairport.com

 

[ClausThomsen]

Liverpool is £4 to drop off/pickup for 10 or 15 minutes, can't remember which

Where is this free pick up/ drop off you speak of as far as I’m aware you have to pay.

Drop Off 2

Get dropped off or picked up quickly and conveniently within close proximity to the terminal. Find out more about our Express Drop Off by visiting our website.

www.liverpoolairport.com

When you approach the airport from Speke Hall Av instead of taking the 1st exit left at the roundabout stay on and take the 3rd (I think) exit, signposted car rental returns and Drop Off 2, go past the Europcar rental place and about a 100 yards down there's a carpark on the right with 40 minutes free. Used it several times, most recently about 3 weeks ago.

 

[David09]

Posted because exactly that last evening. 2.5hr flight Menorca to Donny not a cloud in the sky the whole journey. Got my usual JD and coke ice and slice. Then out of nowhere the brick wall you mentioned. Whole drink out of my hands, onto the tray and right onto my crotch. 1.5 hrs of sat in my tan shorts soaked through and stinking like Rab C Nesbitt.

Did you order a second drink?

 

[tommytowne]

Did you order a second drink?

Never got the opportunity mate. By the time the cabin crew came back they said the service was finished and I begrudgingly was given some napkins to wipe up the tray.

 

[Parker]

If whoever runs Northern Rail could fall down the stairs it would be much appreciated.

Useless pricks

 

[chrismpw]

DIY and beer end in dazed confusion.

The scenario - I'm laying a solid oak floor. Not just laying it - its reclaimed timber so I've had 60 square metres of it to denail, inspect and pass through my planer. I've had to shift the furniture, prepare the subsurface, lay, cut around doors, move radiators, apply hard wax etc. Its taken a while.

All the wife does is come home from a desk job and immediately observe that I hadn't washed up yesterday's pan. 'Koff.

Today I have a battle scarred mouth having visited the nearest nhs pull-tooth a round trip of 20 miles. My face is numb, the dinner's on, I'm relaxing after a hard day's manual work and contemplating whether I can drink tea without it dribbling down the side of my face. The wife is talking about something and suddenly I notice that the white noise is slightly different to usual.

Its running water from under the kitchen sink. Kinell! I sprint to the utility room where the stop tap is. I'm presented with the wife's latest solution to store the mountain of garden furniture cushions, which is to ram it between my 'settling homebrew stack and the tap.

I yank the cushions out of the way muttering something unrepeatable and, with the benefit of hindsight, momentarily forget my wife's other little charm, which is to pay no heed to electricL cable routing. So as I crouch down to turn the tap, my skull is met first by the handheld Dyson that was charging 5' above me on a shelf and then by a bottle of homebrew from the same shelf, which promptly burst and sprayed its contents all around the room.

Instead of supping tea and eating my dinner I'm now sat in a flooded kitchen vaguely concussed, covered in blood and stinking of beer. Its not even Friday night ffs!

 

[Jimishorts]

DIY and beer end in dazed confusion.

The scenario - I'm laying a solid oak floor. Not just laying it - its reclaimed timber so I've had 60 square metres of it to denail, inspect and pass through my planer. I've had to shift the furniture, prepare the subsurface, lay, cut around doors, move radiators, apply hard wax etc. Its taken a while.

All the wife does is come home from a desk job and immediately observe that I hadn't washed up yesterday's pan. 'Koff.

Today I have a battle scarred mouth having visited the nearest nhs pull-tooth a round trip of 20 miles. My face is numb, the dinner's on, I'm relaxing after a hard day's manual work and contemplating whether I can drink tea without it dribbling down the side of my face. The wife is talking about something and suddenly I notice that the white noise is slightly different to usual.

Its running water from under the kitchen sink. Kinell! I sprint to the utility room where the stop tap is. I'm presented with the wife's latest solution to store the mountain of garden furniture cushions, which is to ram it between my 'settling homebrew stack and the tap.

I yank the cushions out of the way muttering something unrepeatable and, with the benefit of hindsight, momentarily forget my wife's other little charm, which is to pay no heed to electricL cable routing. So as I crouch down to turn the tap, my skull is met first by the handheld Dyson that was charging 5' above me on a shelf and then by a bottle of homebrew from the same shelf, which promptly burst and sprayed its contents all around the room.

Instead of supping tea and eating my dinner I'm now sat in a flooded kitchen vaguely concussed, covered in blood and stinking of beer. Its not even Friday night ffs!

But did you get your plinth heater sorted?

 

[chrismpw]

But did you get your plinth heater sorted?

That room is still in the 18 month planning stage in the wife's head. I'm just the unpaid grunt. I have no opinions of value.

 

[summerisle]

Traffic lights ; people who walk slowly ; people who stop walking for no apparent reason ; the Birkenhead tunnel closed for maintenance meaning a 20 minute extra journey time via Wallasey, on a bus with no apparent suspension - for starters.

 

[Naisy'sCharitableLeanings]

DIY and beer end in dazed confusion.

The scenario - I'm laying a solid oak floor. Not just laying it - its reclaimed timber so I've had 60 square metres of it to denail, inspect and pass through my planer. I've had to shift the furniture, prepare the subsurface, lay, cut around doors, move radiators, apply hard wax etc. Its taken a while.

All the wife does is come home from a desk job and immediately observe that I hadn't washed up yesterday's pan. 'Koff.

Today I have a battle scarred mouth having visited the nearest nhs pull-tooth a round trip of 20 miles. My face is numb, the dinner's on, I'm relaxing after a hard day's manual work and contemplating whether I can drink tea without it dribbling down the side of my face. The wife is talking about something and suddenly I notice that the white noise is slightly different to usual.

Its running water from under the kitchen sink. Kinell! I sprint to the utility room where the stop tap is. I'm presented with the wife's latest solution to store the mountain of garden furniture cushions, which is to ram it between my 'settling homebrew stack and the tap.

I yank the cushions out of the way muttering something unrepeatable and, with the benefit of hindsight, momentarily forget my wife's other little charm, which is to pay no heed to electricL cable routing. So as I crouch down to turn the tap, my skull is met first by the handheld Dyson that was charging 5' above me on a shelf and then by a bottle of homebrew from the same shelf, which promptly burst and sprayed its contents all around the room.

Instead of supping tea and eating my dinner I'm now sat in a flooded kitchen vaguely concussed, covered in blood and stinking of beer. Its not even Friday night ffs!

Cut to the chase please Chris - did you end up with beer in your shoes again, and is your fez still in one piece? ?