I did similar as a teenager, coming in from the pub and listening to Elvis Costello on my headphones. Dad wondered what the hell I was doing playing music so loud at 1am. Headphone wasn't plugged inLast night I settled down to watch a film and as my wife complains about the noise whilst she's in her craft room, I put on the headphones like I always do. As the opening scenes started I thought the volume was a bit low so I turned it up to comfortable levels with the remote. A few minutes later I look up to see my wife staring at me with an astonished and pained expression. Turns out I hadn't plugged the headphones in and had turned the volume up to max so I could hear the film through what had become ear defenders.

Last night I settled down to watch a film and as my wife complains about the noise whilst she's in her craft room, I put on the headphones like I always do. As the opening scenes started I thought the volume was a bit low so I turned it up to comfortable levels with the remote. A few minutes later I look up to see my wife staring at me with an astonished and pained expression. Turns out I hadn't plugged the headphones in and had turned the volume up to max so I could hear the film through what had become ear defenders.
That's one way of getting out of the car park before anybody else.After retiring last May I bought a car to replace my company car which was a far higher spec than the one I purchased. For the past five years I’ve had an electronic hand brake which the vehicle applied automatically when the ignition was switched off.
After a couple of near misses I developed a coping strategy of glancing at the handbrake to make sure it is on.
Weekend before last I was late for the football. After the match I returned to the car in the club’s car park to find it had gently rolled forward from its’ space and come to rest across the access road.

Once staying in a B&B in the early/mid 80's whilst on a training course at Harrogate, came back to the house after a couple of jars in the pub only to find about 8 couples watching a 'Blue Movie' it was of Swedish origin (allegedly), dubbed into German with French subtitles, they asked me if I could translate any of it, after watching for a couple of minutes I came to the conclusion translation wasn't required. Funny isn't it how you remember these things from 30+ years ago, but I can't remember breakfast yesterday.Lucky it wasn't a 70s scandinavian "art movie"
. What made this even worse was that said chap thought he owned the armrest and we were having 'elbow wars' so this made him feel even more superior. On the upside at least I didn't have to get into any inane chat with him, it was steely glares for the rest of the flight although strangely didn't have the armrest problem!One of the best occurred on a regular Friday ride. After some miles one rider remarked how uncomfortable his saddle felt ........ sometime later it was mentioned to him his bib shorts were inside out!!!!
