The C word — 26 Comments

  1. One of the joys (and there are not that many) of living in a Muslim country is that the C word is just not mentioned.

    • Good grief!  Has north Wicklow turned Muslim?  I’m not really surprised though, the way they allowed anyone immigrate here.

  2. Quite honestly if I went into some shop to buy an armchair or sofa and they promised delivery by a day that is nearly twelve fucking weeks away I would tell them to forget it.
    I would expect delivery this week.
    I had a boss whose response to any supplier was ,  “Today, of cause I want it today.   If I wanted tomorrow, I would order it tomorrow”

    • Spot on.  If a company feels it has to guarantee a delivery within twelve weeks, I would hate to see what they are like for the rest of the year!

  3. Of course North Wicklow has not turned Muslim.
    I LIVE in North Wicklow (HOME) but WORK in Tunisia.
    Do try to keep up.

    • Thanks!  I did warn about the paint yesterday. It was cheap stuff so is taking an age to dry.

      • Looks better by the day – getting fierce sophisticated so you are.
        Must be the blog nominations that’s gone to your head.
        And I only commute about every three months.

  4. There are already Crimbo shops open for business. BT’s opened theirs at least over a month ago.

  5. Timing is everything … went to my friendly local IKEA for household staples today and was accosted by C-word decor at checkout.  As it’s 80 degrees F here today (in Philadelphia), I did quite the calendar doubletake.

    • Welcome, E.  There really should be some kind of law that states that decorations and their ilk can’t even be displayed unless there has been at least a week of hard frost. 

  6. That’s what I liked about furniture shopping in Spain. I paid for the goods, then got asked “Would you like that delivered tomorrow morning or this afternoon?”

    • heh!  Sounds reasonable to me.  So why does that ad have to worry about a twelve week delay?  One of the great mysteries of the advertising world..

  7. These adverts are bad enough, as ads go; between singing CG dogs and spaceships. But they could at least get a fuckwit who can pronounce e’K’cetera  without the K.

    • Aha!  But I don’t know how they pronounce things.  For all I know they could be talking Swahili.  The Mute button is a great invention.

      • Not when your missus has the remote stuck to her hand. Northern women can be very argumentative about the smallest of things 🙁

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