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If you have a phone to plug in, if the line is with BT rather than Sky, dial 17070 and it will tell you the number.

edit: It might work with a "Sky" line as well, I'm not sure.

Aye, that's what the boy suggested. I'll give that a shot if I can get a hold of this cable.

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Wee burd sat opposite me on the train home glued to her phone - virtually her entire conversation consisted of a screechy "I was like oh my GOD, Chantelle..." repeated maybe twice a minute until thankfully she got off.

Hopefully the iPhone 7 will have a function that if you haven't uttered a coherent sentence into it in the language of your choice for say five minutes it'll need unlocked.

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Wee burd sat opposite me on the train home glued to her phone - virtually her entire conversation consisted of a screechy "I was like oh my GOD, Chantelle..." repeated maybe twice a minute until thankfully she got off.

Hopefully the iPhone 7 will have a function that if you haven't uttered a coherent sentence into it in the language of your choice for say five minutes it'll need unlocked.

She's probably not the first one to repeat "Oh my god, Chantelle" until they got off.

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Continually walked past/behind a girl from work on the way home tonight. I kept going in front, and she would catch up at traffic lights.

Felt like Father Ted and the "Good luck with the book" bit.

Nightmare.

http://news.stv.tv/west-central/1342019-hunt-for-missing-woman-who-disappeared-from-outside-shop-at-weekend/

Hmmmm...

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Winter - The capacity of the screen wash bottle in my van is insufficient. The amount of times I have to refill it at this time of year is ridiculous as is the speed at which my windscreen get covered in a white salty substance.

Don't masturbate over the windscreen then.

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I feel like I'm going to have a explosive dose of the shits, but currently all I'm doing is sitting on the bog, farting and firing out wee pellets.

Something horrific is coming though.

I'll keep you all posted.

Ahhh mystery solved.

A bear doesn't shit in the woods.

Good to know

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Wee burd sat opposite me on the train home glued to her phone - virtually her entire conversation consisted of a screechy "I was like oh my GOD, Chantelle..." repeated maybe twice a minute until thankfully she got off.

Hopefully the iPhone 7 will have a function that if you haven't uttered a coherent sentence into it in the language of your choice for say five minutes it'll need unlocked.

The sooner 'phones and all music players are automatically blocked on public transport the better. Every bus journey I'm on in Glasgow involves some p***k barking down his / her phone for the entire trip.

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Waiting at the end of a film or other TV programme to see the names of the actors and they shove the credits over into a wee space at the side to advertise another programme.

And continually showing trailers for programmes weeks in advance and so often that by the time the programme finally comes on you are too fed up to watch it.

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If people could learn to drive in low sun properly, that would be grand. Two pile ups in two days on the A9. Missed both by minutes thankfully.

*It could have been me.

I'm not sure if its the instructors and examiners up here, but the amount of terrible driving I see on a daily basis is obscene. I drive to Nairn and back everyday, a fairly straight road, yet people still manage to nearly die on it constantly.

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I'm not sure if its the instructors and examiners up here, but the amount of terrible driving I see on a daily basis is obscene. I drive to Nairn and back everyday, a fairly straight road, yet people still manage to nearly die on it constantly.

Dunno if it's still the case, but when I were a lad and aul' Shep were a pup, learner drivers in Tain took all their lessons in the town with an instructor, even though there aren't (or weren't then) any traffic lights in the town and very few other types of common road junctions. Then they'd go off elsewhere to sit the test, scrape a pass, spend their apprenticeship money on an XR2 and crash it speeding on the A9 or the Port road.

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