I associate the aroma with grass track racing. Wasp sidecar outfits with 1000cc V-twin Westake and Godden engines thundering round a field sending up flumes off grass and soil and the air thick with the smell of Gastrol R and hot engines. (And fag smoke and burgers). Magical.
People who stop on stairways in corridors when there’s plenty of space for you to both pass and making an exaggerated bowing/spread arms gesture as they do it so they can make it clear what an enormous courtesy they’ve made for you and that their manners are much better than yours because you didn’t do it.
To think I thought they were just being friendly and nice! Now I know they are being bastards I'll head butt anyone who does this for me...
For my sins I had 4 hours driving up and down the M6, still shouting at drivers who brake for no reason, drivers who pull into your lane then slow down, and general f#cktards who obtained a driving licence from the back of a cornflake packet. And who the hell stops on the A66 to allow a cyclist across. Dearie me I actually had to reuse some swear words today.
I don't ever 'cross' on stairways, it's engrained in me for reasons unknown perhaps by upbringing long ago, I don't make a meal of it as it's just my quirk. I don't like lifts either so it can be slow getting between floors, escalators are a godsend as it is rare that someone is coming down.
The island of Ireland, not the place now you understand, just the newsreaders who since Brexit feel the need to explain to us that Ireland is an island, when before just Ireland and Northern Ireland was perfectly adequate when talking about the place where Guinness and Leprechauns come from!
Newsreaders in general are getting more annoying. Most of them nowadays are under 40 and they will all have media degrees, yet increasingly they seem unable to read common words off the autocue without mis-pronouncing them. You wonder at the levels of literacy with today's graduates. You didn't get that with Kenneth Kendal and Trevor McDonald.
This is what first peaked my interest in motorcycles - as a callow 14 year old on me paper round cycling past a field that contained such excitement. I had never ever seen, heard or felt anything as astonishing as that spectacle.
People who stop in their cars when they see an emergency vehicle approaching from the opposite direction despite the said vehicle having a clear road ahead?
Many, many moons ago stairways were on the outside of buildings open to the elements where passing on them might cause someone to fall off. Then some bright spark spark decided why not build a wall round them and so they became staircases.
Self indulgent business people who stand in front of the one coffee machine in the hotel filling up their enormous YETi mug with 4 frothy choccy moccy skinny frappy latte’s before they leave
Crossing on the stairs invokes bad luck Many believe that crossing someone on the stairs will bring you bad luck. The origin is down to suggestions rather than anything else; some say it was before the stair bannister was invented, and crossing on the stairs could lead to one person falling off. Others refer to passages in the Bible where angels passed each other and misfortune fell on one.
Soon has got into speedway which isn't a million miles away from Grasstracking. Unfortunately University is getting in the way ATM, but he loved his day on a 500cc sloper at Scunthorpe. He no doubt pick it up when he has finished in 4 years time. Yes the smell is intoxicating.
people who constantly talk or write in a rhetorical manner - they just can't stop themselves can they?
