Okay, picking up on Reidy’s challenge, I can easily name 5 things that are acceptable (and even enjoyable) to a Grumpy auld bugger.
1. Having a nice meal in a quiet restaurant
………… except when there are bloody weans running about the place, jumping and screaming while their couldnae-give-a-flying-feck parents are immune to the mayhem being caused.
2. Enjoying a few pints in my local
………… except when it’s full of pish-head arseh*les shouting their conversations at the top of their voices to one another because they’re too rubber to realize how loud they are.
3. Going to a music concert to see one of my favourite groups or singers
………… except when it’s at the SECC where they keep the bloody bar open right through the performance and the entire evening is spoiled by cretins continually walking in front of you to (and from) the bar, spilling lager as they pass.
4. A pleasant drive along the M8 in low volume traffic
………… except when you catch up on the eighty year old tit in the middle / outside lane in his Honda Civic meandering along at 45 mph with not a concern in the world for any other road users. And his 79 year old wife is always there in the passenger seat, but you can’t ever see her because she’s only 4 foot 7 tall and you only notice her when you eventually overtake and turn round to the old tit to digitally show your appreciation of his excellent roadmanship.
5. Going on a holiday abroad to Mediterranean or perhaps the Iberian peninsula
……………except when the (British or do I mean English ?) extended-family-from-Hell invade your hotel and take control by means of growling and glowering at all the other guests. All 34 of the fat buggers (grannies, uncles, teenagers & reptile-children) take over the bars, the swimming pool and the pool tables, and spend the next 2 weeks having a great time by ensuring that everyone else has a miserable one.
These are 5 things I find enjoyable.