To ask for your best examples of brass-neckedness to entertain us all on this dull day?

Just thought of another one.

We were relocating from a foreign country back to the UK a good few years back. We had organised international movers and given them an itemised list of house contents to take back.

DH sheepishly told me a few days before that he had agreed to take back a few items of another younger colleague who was also moving back. She would have had the move paid for but she had decided to break her contract early as she missed her DBF in the UK.

I was pretty pissed off with my DH, she was clearly taking the piss.
On the moving day the delivery company were due at 9am. Colleague turns up at 7am with a bunch of friends carrying the entire contents of her flat. Fridge, freezer, cooker, double bed, sofas everything.

I was bloody fuming. With her, with my DH, pretty much everyone. She could see how hacked off I was. I told her we would reluctantly take her stuff but not the white goods. How could we when the removal company had an itemised list that didn't include two fridges etc. she huffed and complained about it. She tried sweetening us up by promising something special from her DBF when he came to collect her stuff from us in the UK.

The removal men very kindly agreed to take the extra stuff and didn't tell their manager.
Back in the UK of course the DBF was in no rush to collect her stuff. We called him several times. When he eventually collected in several weeks later he said had something very special for us as promised and handed me a £10 note. I made this face at him and shut the door.

Many many years ago DH (prior to our marriage!) bought himself a wee house.

He was chatting with the neighbour and the neighbour mentioned he was looking to get some power to his shed. DH being an electrical engineer (and trying to get in with the neighbours) said he could help him out with it, neighbour said that would be much appreciated and he would "make it worth his while".

DH spent an entire day including valuable shagging time as I still lived at home and my parents thought because I never stayed the night I was pure as the driven snow wiring up the shed, putting in heaters and lights and power points (it was an Avery not a cannibas factory!).

Neighbour appears at the front door the next day with a 4 pack of lager as thanks for DH, 300ml bottles. Probably cost him £3!! Needless to say he didn't offer any further assistance, even when neighbour turned up at the door wondering if he was able to change the position of a light switch for him!

I've nearly lost a week to this and Tidydancer's thread!

Much better, thanks dances. I wasn't the first and they're now doing it to my SIL, who took over from me :( Nasty, awful people. Goodness knows why they weren't shown the door years ago.

Baby naming ceremony thread.

I have just finished it. I think that is the best thread I've ever read.

Off to check out gluezilla now

AndHarry thats awful! what entitled people hope your much better now for you

I'm reading Tidy's thread now!

Gluezilla was one of the best threads I've ever read.

Tidydancer seems to be a magnet for these types of people, bless her.

The wedding one has reminded me

Our DC were invited to be bridesmaids at the church ceremony. I was expected to take them home (some distance away) as they had a no children policy at the reception which was immediately afterwards. So nice living props for the wedding ceremony then to be shipped off home.

We didn't go in the end

They also sent one of those grabby 'joke' poems asking for money instead of gifts.

Gluezilla was brilliant! The absolute neck of the woman!

www.mumsnet.com/Talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/a1807864-to-say-no-to-this-request-from-a-friend - oo it does still exist! There are 4 in all but this is the first. :)

And an honourable mention should go to Gluezilla, of course! I'm not sure that thread still exists, but iirc it was a "friend" who wanted the OP to basically decorate her reception venue for her, but the OP wasn't even invited to the wedding! She was expected to turn up on the morning of the wedding, get everything ready and then just fuck off home again.

Gave rise to the whole "are you on glue?" thing.

Great thanks

That's the one. Thank you Gilbert

www.mumsnet.com/Talk/mumsnet_classics/1778454-To-be-miffed-at-Gift-list-for-mother-of-the-baby-enclosed-in-Baby-naming-ceremony-invitation I think this is the thread, am just enjoying it all over again!

Do you have a link smiles?

ine happened within the last half hour. Is more petty. But still cheeky.

Dh was going to his mates to watch football. I was going to spend the afternoon drinking tea watching rubbish on tv. Chilling out. About half hour go dh and friends turn up switch tv over help themselves to beers and snacks and settle in to te football. All because friend's girlfriend whose place they were supposed to be hanging out at is sick and needs save to chill. Fuming at the cheek.

I wouldn't normally mind. They're lovely guys. We get along great. But I usually get asked in advance. Not just imposed upon. Sigh.

How could we have forgotten this one?:

Remember the Christening thread? MNer had a friend who's sister or SIL who pretty much took over, hired her mate who was an Events Organiser, the gift list was ridiculous, expensive and had nothing to do with the child, there was talk of a money well AND this woman was getting commision from all the orders from this gift list...then had the nerve to shout at the op or the sil because it was her mate who was the organier and was getting it at a discount. The Christening ended up being so over the top the mother of the child ended up breaking down crying. It was only when the op received the gift list (which started the whole thread) that something wasn't right adn that her friend wasn't usually like this.

the Mner not only managed to sort it all out, gave the organiser a bollocking for trying to refuse to refund the money already paid out, saved the day AND had her DP propose to her.

The OP of that thread was a legend.

I was a wedding celebrant for about 5 years. One wedding I performed was on a boat on Sydney Harbour. The groom was French and the bride was Japanese (not particularly relevant). Anyway, we were in the middle of the ceremony. I was facing the bride and groom and the guests formed a circle around us. I was right in the middle of saying something deep and meaningful (you know, do you take this woman ...) and the groom's mother tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to move so she could get a better photo of her son! I was the celebrant for god's sake! Was shocked but being the professional that I am, just kept going.

Nutty bananas.

Love this thread, quite shocked by people's cheekiness! Years ago I shared a house , a friend asked if she could use my room while I was at work to shag her lover, she was married! I declined.

A couple we know, who are notoriously tight, decided they would have a garden party for charity. Guests were to bring their own drinks - a bottle of something was suggested - and food and bake a cake each, to be sold to the other guests. It was also suggested that we might like to bake a few extra items to "sell".

Of course, the inevitable happened - a garden party they didn't have to pay a penny for, and a nice full larder full of cakes that hadn't sold during the "sale". Fair bit of food and drink left over, too...

I used to run a church youth group twice a week, unpaid. As DH worked away a lot this meant getting childcare for our 1yo DS or sometimes I'd have to take him too. I was also suffering from PND and then was mis-diagnosed with cancer which would have been terminal if the diagnosis had been correct. I was really struggling to cope but didn't want to let anyone down so kept going with the group. The parents of two of the girls who attended criticized me to all and sundry, telling everyone that I was failing their daughters, who deserved better. They were also 'very disappointed' that I hadn't organized an activity for the week I was in hospital - in ICU - and that I didn't take their daughter to a youth conference weekend 50 miles away, even though I wasn't allowed to drive at the time and would have had to sleep on the floor while recovering from very major surgery.

I was recently in a cliffside cafe in cornwall which is about 15 minutes walk from the nearest village. There is a road and car park but most people walk there
I missed the first part of the conversation between the customer and the waitress, but arrived when the waitress was giving the customer a local taxi firms phone number. Apparently this wasnt good enough for the customer, who then asked the waitress if any of the waiting staff could give them a lift back to the village! The waittess replied that wouldnt be possible, based on the fact that they were at work in a quite busy cafe.

I thought of another one.

I used to be a professional chorister at a huge C of E church near Hyde Park (that's given it away). That means you are supposed to be paid for weddings, recordings and so on. It's not a lot of money, but you usually have a few churches etc on the go to cobble together some sort of income.

Anyway, I was told that there would be a regular salary from the church for some of the people who routinely did quite a bit of the work, and that I should apply. I was then told if I showed a bit more willing than usual this would help my chances.

I then was instructed to turn up to sing at the Golden Wedding service of some people who were apparently big donors of the church, so basically loaded. I spent about 3 or 4 hours at rehearsals and about 2 hours there on the day, plus I had to buy an all-zones Travelcard to get there and back, and get DD looked after for four hours on the day.

For that I received no thank you from either member of said couple, or indeed choirmaster, and I was paid the princely sum of £5. Yes, £5. Incidentally I also had to miss lunch because of the timings and I was not invited to the reception either (which you usually are in such circumstances). Then I found out the regular salary thing was being aid to some friend of a friend of his, so it had been a big wheeze on his part. She never turned up for rehearsals, services or performances, as she had 'throat infections' all the time - she was pretty crap as well, btw - and he STILL expected me to turn up for free or nearly free at short notice to cover for her. I told him where to stick his gigs.

I got pretty pissed off with being treated like this in the music industry. It's an unspoken truth in classical music that many women, especially those with kids, are treated appallingly by a male gay mafia, while the hetero blokes think they are minor gods and expect women performers to shag them on demand. It's really sordid. Well, my end of it was, anyway.

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Disgrace, that should be in a Danny de Vito movie, seriously.