Being Blanked

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I don’t know, but I must be a friendly chap, always giving to people my salutation. I think maybe I err in this. But is it bad thing? I mean all you have to do is say “Hiya”, or nod your head, or even just raise your eyebrows in acknowledgement.

I hate being blanked. At the moment I am getting on the bus and an old friend who I used to drink with (admittedly 20 years ago) gets on the bus as well. And proceeds to completely blank me. I have given up trying to acknowledge him after numerous efforts on my part. I know what it is- he doesn’t want to get waylaid in conversation. I don’t want conversation either, just the acknowledgement. All he has to is, “hey, are you OK?”, accompanied by some sort of gesture. Then it is done and he can sit down and enjoy the ride in his own company.

Beatrice refused Dante her ‘salutation’ one afternoon and he went into wild despair. I’m not quite that bad with it but it does annoy me.

Nominated by Miles Plastic

62 thoughts on “Being Blanked”

  1. I don’t know where you live but Londonistanis like myself are notorious for blanking people and “keeping themselves to themselves.” And i’m afraid it’s true. It’s only when you wander outside the M25 that you realise there’s a different world out there. If some cunt talks to me on the train or bus i’m calling the fucking coppers. Well, i’m not really because it will take a fortnight for the bastards to turn up.
    This is exacerbated by the fact that, these days, most people around you are foreigners and can barely speak English. What have I got in common with some scrounger from Lithuania?
    Personally I prefer it that way but i’m used to it, I don’t know any different.

  2. Funnily enough I was blanked just the other day.

    I’d been told while watching the rugby at the Club that there was some suspicious looking pasty individual on a pushbike asking if anyone knew of somewhere secluded where he and his kids could camp without being disturbed. Apparently he’d approached several people while acting most bizarrely…going up them muttering ” Oh no,this one looks like he works with his hands” or “Oh no,this one looks like he could be in Mensa,so too thick for me to bother with obviously”…anyhow,he eventually landed up at some new-build estate of shitty little rabbit-hutch houses where he’d apparently built up some courage by downing a couple of cans of Shandy before stumbling on some office-cubicle occupying,paper-clip counting kindred-spirit. They chatted for a while over veggie-falafels and grass-clipping tea while they put the World to rights…” Ooohhh,I really taught that rich Farmer a lesson the other night,I left his gate open and 3 of his lambs were killed..it’s for the lambs good,at least wicked,thick Farmer Turnip head can’t be beastly to them any more” opined the cycling Genius.

    Anyhow,as a result the hounds and I caught him sneaking around some of my vast acreage of land that night…as he furiously pedalled off into the distance I shouted ” Fuck Off,you sad,thick Wanker”…and the Cunt had the audacity to BLANK ME !!!

    What a Cunt.

    • PS. I don’t think that this was the first time that I’ve had to spank the miscreant’s arse and send him on way…must be when he gets a sniff of Sherry and comes over all brave.

      • Miles, the trick with people who blank you is not too let tbem!
        I carry on waving shouting tbeir name louder an louder, make a fucking drama of it, “Hiya!Hiya!Pete!’
        Top of my voice, everyone staring
        “Not speaking Pete?,
        “Cant see me Pete?”
        Cunts cringing by this point, should of said quick hello got rid of the daft cunt,
        “Hey Pete! Gone all posh! Not remember me now!” Top of my lungs,
        “Think your something nowadays Pete?”
        Oh.
        Sorry! Thought you was Pete.

      • Abu Izzadeen who changed his name from Trevor Brookes and tried to join Isis used to live just down the road from me. I didn’t know him but always used to wave with a ” morning Trev” whenever I saw him. Don’t think he appreciated it the cunt.

    • Morning Mr F.
      Have you considered that the mysterious rugger avoiding, farmer hating miscreant is simply trying to reach out to you in a somewhat idiosyncratic way? Perhaps you could have the hounds drag him to the local hostelry where the two of you could find some common ground over a flagon or two? Either that or arrange for the reprobate to have an accident in the slurry pit…

      • Trying to “reach out” to me? You think he’s trying to Gay me up,Mr. Cunt-Engine?…hmmm…I might be a bit old and gnarled,I suspect.

      • There’s nowt so queer as folk, Mr F.
        As you yourself have discovered in your tireless investigation of “The Gayness”, there’s no depths these disgraceful delinquents won’t plumb. To quote the baby eating Bishop of Bath and Wells in “Blackadder the Second”:
        ‘I’ll do anything to anything.”

      • There’s nowt so qquueerr (damned moderation!) as folk, Mr F.
        As you yourself have discovered during your tireless investigation of “The Gayness”, there’s no depths that these disgraceful delinquents won’t plumb.
        To quote the baby-eating Bishop of Bath and Wells in Blackadder the second, “Animal, vegetable or mineral, I’ll do anything to anything…”

      • Morning TCE,
        I must take issue with your statement
        “Nowt so qüeër as folk”!
        As a accomplished traditional folk musician im sick to the back teeth of this sort of slander!
        When i was in ‘peter paul & miserable
        I had a hit with poof the magic dragon’
        Admittedly about gay flaming lizards.
        Doesnt make us folkies bandits!

  3. It’s pretty rude but not as rude as strangers who mutter something as you walk past or they drive past you with the window down. My immediate reaction is to offer them my impression of a spastic.

    • Morning Cuntflap, your not the one Miles is talking about are you?
      This bloke near me, always stops and talks to me, hes a right boring cunt,
      Tells me anecdotes with no fucking punchline point to them or anything of remote interest to me.
      He thinks im called Malcolm
      Because one of my old vans had my dads name on it ‘malcolm’
      And despite me telling him few times thats not my name he still says ‘mornin Malc’!
      Would love to blank him, but not in my nature, easier just to say hello.

      • I had a neighbour for years Miserable- always got my name wrong. Then he got Alzheimer’s and remembered it!

      • Honestly Miles told this bloke ‘Malc’ isnt my name but to no avail.
        Not that bothered really, doesnt harm me, and even though hes boring hes harmless, id feel bad if I blanked him.
        Hehe, your neighbours not quite got the hang of Alzheimer’s?
        Improved his memory!!😁

    • Couldn’t agree more. I only speak to people at work, including customers, because I’m paid to. Outside of work the human race can fuck off. My low spectrum autism and Aspergers have fuck all to do with it. Cunts!

  5. Good morning Mr de Pfeffel Fiedler! Have you been taking LSD, or otherwise hitting the entheogens? Your comment(s) very nearly make sense, at least at a line-by-line level, but try as I might, I didn’t quite get the gist.

    I’ve not looked on here in months, and fear there is much by way of “in-jokes” and other opacities of oration which impede my comprehension. Feel free to pass on the bad karma and blank me (and that especially applies to Bertie Blunt TaxiCunt, Kimono, et hoc genus¹ omne).

    I thought we were now supposed to be a Sovereign, Independent and newly-proud Nation State waking up to the joyous pealing of celebratory church bells around this time on Sunday 3rd November…. Sadly, all I see on my early morning forage for fungus is mist and murk and spent sparklers. A banger of a Brexit, and no error.

    prosperum iter facias

    hi CS

    • I suggest you book an appointment with your GP tomorrow to sort out that verbal diarrhoea.

    • Evening,Mr.Sheen.

      Some things will always remain a mystery.
      Some things will always remain a mystery at this level of consciousness, and it is right that they should. So do not try to solve all the mysteries. Give the universe a chance. It will unfold itself in due course. Enjoy the experience of becoming.

      ~ Neale Donald Walsch

      • ‘There are known knowns. There are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we now know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we do not know we don’t know.’

    • Evening CS.

      Unsurprising you didn’t get Dick’s post if you’ve “not looked on here in months”.

      “in-jokes…” Sort of. Let’s just say it’s all part of a long running and highly entertaining feud.

    • They’re only opacities of oration if you move your lips while reading.

      Hooefully you can muster the brainpower to overcome this trait.

  6. Blanking cunts is not nice, but occasionally can’t be helped. Only done it a few times, it’s a knee jerk reaction… surprised by how much I despised the recipients who I thought, up to the moment of blanking, I had no particular beef with, except wishing I’d never met them.

    Normally, on a day to day basis, I tend to avoid everyone I know anyway. Fortunately am very long sighted so usually see acquaintances coming well before they see me so can cross the road or do an abrupt about turn and walk briskly off in the opposite direction before being clocked.

    Because I’m such a nice guy I like to spare other cunt’s feelings if possible. The only cunts I don’t swerve are those I know who don’t feel obliged to ‘stop and chat’.

    Can’t recall being blanked myself. Probably blanked such experiences out.

    • That’s cheered me up, I thought I was only one who did this!! Always felt a bit of a bigger cunt than normal whenever I’ve purposely gone out of my way to avoid some bellend I have a passing acquaintance with. I’ve become something of a master of the side-eye, wherein you can look in one direction to pretend you’ve all-of-a-sudden seen something fascinating in a shop window whilst simultaneously keeping an surreptitious eye on said bellend to ensure they don’t get near you

  7. Im more a friendly type, spreading love and happiness wherever i roam with a cheery wave!
    “Cheer up pal yer not dead yet!”
    “Missus not come back to you yet Pete?
    “How’s the cancer George? Reckon you’ll see Christmas?”
    No, everyones mate Malcolm.

  8. Completely off the subject but how come some of you lovely chaps have images for your avatar (hate using that word, sounds cuntishly millenial for some reason) – can anyone do that or is it a special adminny privilege or summat

  10. Only open doors for fit birds these days… Fuck the rest of ’em… Students are the worst… Some of the young lady ones have manners, but a lot of the cunts just look into their phones and saunter past every fucker… The worst ones are the cunts in a shop queue… Some poor cunt has been queuing up for ages and when a new till opens some students, Bogo Bogo, Dooshka Dooshka and Joe Daki cunts who are miles behind you steam to the other counter and never say ‘You were before me, mate’. I always say that to the one in front of me because I was brought up proper…. But I never say it to foreign fuckers or students (unless they are fit ones)… Sod ’em…

  11. I thought all you cruel cunts wouldn’t post anything. deliberately blanking me. But no, you have. Restored my faith in human nature it has.

  12. I love the nomination picture. It looks like he’s eyeing up something lovely or pushing a fart out, or both at the same time.

    • Could even be thinking where to drop a fucking log off
      (Hmm well the kiddys playgrounds quite near)i take a shit there .christ!i cant hold it!oh fuck ive shat meself
      Oh and here comes some cunt i know /fuck it just act natural and ignore em .((fuck its dribbling all diwn me fucking leg

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