Last week i had a friend from Dublin come to stay.

Now, I am usually a very happy go lucky sort. But I noticed that I was getting a bit picky about -

How to do the dishes

Rinse out the bath after use

Be home at a certain time

Take the rubbish out

Take bottles to bottle bank

Don't sleep after 9 am

Feed the cat at a certain time (or else his agenda shall be screwed up)

Poor guy was here for a holiday and I was laying down the law left right and center. My way was the good way, his was not...

I have been single for about three years so I have my ways of doing things in my own space.

Was I being over the top? My friend and I had an argument about it, he was an hour late to eat a meal I had taken time and effort over making. I put it down to rudeness and not giving a shit about me. He put it down as "I have a week to see people I haven't seen for a year"

He went home, I sighed with relief.

We are still friends. Thank God!!

But it got me to thinking - I can tolerate people in my space for so long - but if they stay too long I get all agitated.

Just petty things get me wriled up. We even went for a drink in a bar I had never been to and I got upset because I wasn't in my comfort zone.

WARNING - Don't come and visit Pats, she's a harridan!!!

I'm not good with company at home.

I want to watch what I want, when I want.

If I am being a boring computer nerd, it means I am enjoying being a boring computer nerd.

If I am on my play-station, I don't want to be told to stop it because I am being unsociable and rude.

A friend recently told me about an apartment that is available in his building. I made my excuses about the internet connection there. The reality is that I don't want to be too close to people who might pop round and disturb my ways at home. That's why I like having a local pub, if I'm feeling sociable I go to the pub where I know I will have friends. If not, I stay at home knowing my friends are at the pub away from me.

The guy being late for dinner is extremely inconsiderate of him Pat's. Can he not take a few seconds to think of the time and effort (and possibly money) you put into making that. It sounded also as though he had a bit of an attitude about it, he wouldn't get an offer from me to cook him a meal again.

I'm reminded of the old saying... When in Rome do as Romans do. However, that works both ways.

I'm pretty flexible, but there IS a point where rudeness does set in. Don't make set in stone plans where others are involved, and you REALLY do have to know the other person's idiosyncrasies. I've seen a lot of fishing trips ruined because one or more people don't fit in. Some guys take a fishing trip VERY seriously and want to fish every hour they are near the water. 14 hour days are just normal. For others a fishing trip is just an excuse to get away with a few buddies and get drunk. Lord help it if both types of people get together on the same trip.

But being on my own for so many years, i look forward to having guests. I hate cooking for myself - boring. And took joy in making a good meal for 2 of us. He knows this, the friend, but just blew it up by arriving home late and drunk.

Also, as it happens, on Valentines day he said he would take me out to see the King's Speech in the afternoon and afterwards for a drinky poo and perhaps a meal.

On the day - I joked about roses and seeing balloons wafting by my window - not a mention of the King's Speech or anything. He found it on the internet... so i can watch it on my wee computer screen to save a tenner... no way - Pats is going to buy the biggest popcorn in Switzerland and go and see that film all by her only.

Some men are so thick that I sometimes don't understand that they were born in the first place.

Rant over. except - just the little things, like a rose or a tin of cat food would go down well.

Back again!!

This man came to Edinburgh with me last Xmas.

He acted like the total gent with my 81 year old mama.

So why does he act like a 14 year old here in Swissland. Treating me like a laccy.

whats that phrase about fish and visitors beginning to smell after a certain number of days? its one of my dad's favorites.

An hour late for a meal he knew you were making is rude. but you shouldnt stress about little things like how to do the dishes, it doesn't really matter and they are just dishes after all, they don't care

I've got a regular visitor who stayed for 5 weeks last year.

He started drinking at 10am. (I don't drink these days).

Had to be physically dragged from the nearest local boozer for dinner every day.

Sexually harassed every Thai woman who came near him. (I had to tell the Mrs to keep her mother away).

Swore he never ate breakfast and had half of mine every day.

He's a professional cook and never attempted to cook a meal.

Never put his hand anywhere near his wallet unless it was to buy beer. (OK, guests are guests, 5 weeks is not a guest though).

Wouldn't even make coffee or turn on the TV for himself, just sat and stared at the blank screen. (Mumbled something about the remote... we have identical TVs).

I'm just getting started....

I've had guests from every part of the globe. Some stay for a few days, some stay for a week and some stay even longer. The only bad experiences were the ones who were SUPPOSED to be renting part of my big home in Canada. Both so called renters were disasters that wound up costing me money. They paid for 2 months and stayed for 8. And, I was doing THEM a favour by offering low rent in a beautiful home in a good neighbourhood. I'll never rent again, but my home is still a free guest house for those I invite to visit and stay. I've even offered my home to people off internet forums and haven't been stung once. I picked up many hitchhikers who stayed a week or more and some became life long friends.

I'm kind of the opposite. I sort of hope no one ever comes round. I hear the missus on the phone making plans for guests to come and stay (her friends/relatives and mine). I'm doing pantomime NOOOOOOOO!!! and shaking my head but she ignores it. Usually things turn out much better than I had imagined. A couple people ae banned outright.

The greatness of a ThaiVisa member is measured by the quality of his friends who are banned.

The greatness of a ThaiVisa member is measured by the quality of his friends who are banned.

I thought that shoulda been 'quantity'...

Shhh now toots...

The greatness of a ThaiVisa member is measured by the quality of his friends who are banned.

Like:

Tommy Dorsey Band

The Band of Hope

Ercole Bandini (former Italian cyclist)

Bandiera Rosa, La Trionfera (The Red Flag)

Band of Brothers

Banned in Boston

The greatness of a ThaiVisa member is measured by the quality of his friends who are banned.

Like:

Tommy Dorsey Band

The Band of Hope

Ercole Bandini (former Italian cyclist)

Bandiera Rosa, La Trionfera (The Red Flag)

Band of Brothers

Banned in Boston

Good 'un Humph

humph fergot to mention banh mi...it's what ye make sandwiches out of in vietnam...

humph fergot to mention banh mi...it's what ye make sandwiches out of in vietnam...

0700 on a weekday on Mac Dinh Chi street in district 1 and per usual the hand cart with the ladies pulls up on the busy side street across from the serviced rooms...people on motor bikes stop and clog the thoroghfare to buy the superb freshly made banh mi sandwiches...tutsi strides confidently across the street amid the madhouse of motorbikes and holds up 3 fingers for the ladies to see later to emerge with his sustenance for the rest of the day until suppertime...

a heroism that's blessed and usually unacknowledged...they are the ones that defeated western imperialism...goddamit...

OP seems to be about a male friend that could turn romantic and the disappointment regarding things there.

Subject-line is about how set we are in our ways.

I know what I like but am a total pushover at times, especially if I love someone and believe it is easier if I am more gentle than they to keep the peace.

Usually a banned band is disbanded.

Usually a banned band is disbanded.

Or given Bandaid

Usually a banned band is disbanded.

Or given Bandaid

If they are an old band from the sixties (still wearing bandanas) they are given a band-age and sent away on the bandwagon.

Sorry.

Usually a banned band is disbanded.

Or given Bandaid

If they are an old band from the sixties (still wearing bandanas) they are given a band-age and sent away on the bandwagon.

Sorry.

It's OK................. If they have let themselves go they will have bandwidth.

humph fergot to mention banh mi...it's what ye make sandwiches out of in vietnam...

0700 on a weekday on Mac Dinh Chi street in district 1 and per usual the hand cart with the ladies pulls up on the busy side street across from the serviced rooms...people on motor bikes stop and clog the thoroghfare to buy the superb freshly made banh mi sandwiches...tutsi strides confidently across the street amid the madhouse of motorbikes and holds up 3 fingers for the ladies to see later to emerge with his sustenance for the rest of the day until suppertime...

a heroism that's blessed and usually unacknowledged...they are the ones that defeated western imperialism...goddamit...

In Ca Mau they used to reduce the amount of raw chili for me.

No such luck in Dong Nai - eat it if you dare!!

humph fergot to mention banh mi...it's what ye make sandwiches out of in vietnam...

0700 on a weekday on Mac Dinh Chi street in district 1 and per usual the hand cart with the ladies pulls up on the busy side street across from the serviced rooms...people on motor bikes stop and clog the thoroghfare to buy the superb freshly made banh mi sandwiches...tutsi strides confidently across the street amid the madhouse of motorbikes and holds up 3 fingers for the ladies to see later to emerge with his sustenance for the rest of the day until suppertime...

a heroism that's blessed and usually unacknowledged...they are the ones that defeated western imperialism...goddamit...

In Ca Mau they used to reduce the amount of raw chili for me.

No such luck in Dong Nai - eat it if you dare!!

de mods dey say: 'look out tutsi or we're gonna haveta ban ye...'

tutsi sez: 'yew gonna banh mi?...'

I've got a regular visitor who stayed for 5 weeks last year.

He started drinking at 10am. (I don't drink these days).

Had to be physically dragged from the nearest local boozer for dinner every day.

Sexually harassed every Thai woman who came near him. (I had to tell the Mrs to keep her mother away).

Swore he never ate breakfast and had half of mine every day.

He's a professional cook and never attempted to cook a meal.

Never put his hand anywhere near his wallet unless it was to buy beer. (OK, guests are guests, 5 weeks is not a guest though).

Wouldn't even make coffee or turn on the TV for himself, just sat and stared at the blank screen. (Mumbled something about the remote... we have identical TVs).

I'm just getting started....

Look, if you don't want Mooners to visit again....Just tell him

Mooners is a cook?

Wrong guy anyway, this pain in the butt is over four foot six tall.

Mooners is a cook?

Wrong guy anyway, this pain in the butt is over four foot six tall.

Wow , four foot six eh!! Mooners is certainly growing...................Must be all that pugilism.

Patsy, I must say I never noticed this with you........much

Mooners is a cook?

Wrong guy anyway, this pain in the butt is over four foot six tall.

Wow , four foot six eh!! Mooners is certainly growing...................Must be all that pugilism.

More like all the kicks in the arse he got...

Mooners is a cook?

Wrong guy anyway, this pain in the butt is over four foot six tall.

Wow , four foot six eh!! Mooners is certainly growing...................Must be all that pugilism.

More like all the kicks in the arse he got...

That's fightin' talk.

Oh oh... you meant that mooners.

Sorry mooners. :jap: