What's annoying me today

Along with a shower and haircut I believe.

And another thing... There are a lot of petrol stations here with no shop or kiosk, so you have to use a self service machine. I stopped to fill up, and it's just like self service in a supermarket. I stopped at Ingo's petrol station in Copenhagen (kept that quiet @Ingo) and selected English. It kept switching back to Danish. I then tried tapping my credit card, but I think it didn't want to do contactless (not sure as it had switched back to Danish again), so I inserted the card and entered my PIN: card declined.

I then tried my debit card, going straight for the slot this time before it had a chance to decide I didn't really mean it when I selected English. Card declined. Sort it out Ingo! Not good enough.

Why don't you just learn Viking?

RACIALIST

Sounds like KM has just had 2 different payment cards skimmed

Ingo doesn't need to skim my cards. His petrol station empire in Denmark must bring in more cash than a bit of card fraud. Given that petrol is already £2 a litre here, it must be a nice little earner.

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Do they sell bacon on a string?

Ingo's gonna Ingo.

If only that display said £12.

Found myself trying to explain that to someone yesterday. So many blank looks.

Myself. Pretty sure I triggered a speed camera on the M6 last night.

I'm struggling to think of a situation where you would need to explain wolfbagging to someone other than the obvious one.

At some point in history I’m pretty sure I was the one who explained it to you fuckers… and, hate to disappoint, but THAT very much was not the reason.

KarlMark, Mince, Mince, KarlMark.

Mince is our resident wrong un.

As I recall, and recollections may be hazy as it was twenty-plus years ago, the subject of bizarre sexual practices came up on a thread and went through several pretty weird ones until wolfbagging trumped them all. So you're absolved. Can't say I've ever had it come up in conversation outside of TalkBack.

I recall a grainy internet video doing the rounds when we were at uni (25 years ago-plus) where it was being discussed on some edgy, late-night American radio chat show.

Both presenters were struggling to get their words out among tears of laughter at the mishap of the main protagonist of the story.

You get it back.