I'd rather watch something by Russell Howard.
I'd rather watch something by Russell Howard.
Being contrarian about Mrs Brown's Boys is somewhere even the most intrepid contrarians dare not go. Yet I will.
Had a bit of a scare this morning,
I was out early and driving on a dual-carriage way with a grassy central reservation. There was a Land Rover-type car coming the other direction who suddenly mounted the central reservation, mowed down 3 or 4 small trees and started driving straight at me. I swerve out the way and he carries on for a good 50 feet or so before mounting the central reservation again and getting back on his side.
Fucking hell. Probably the most mental thing I've seen in person on the roads. Hopefully it wasn't a hit and he was just drunk or asleep or something.
I was bored yesterday and it was pleasant outside so I went to the pub at about half 3 in the afternoon despite not having anyone to go with. Obviously ended up having a fair few and chatting codshit to strangers. Got to about 9pm and i was absolutely completely on my arse, the act of pacing oneself having been forgotten. In bed and sound asleep by half 10. Strange day.
I was out with the wife all day on a bit of a pub crawl. Ended with a blazing row on the way home over fuck all.
Was at a Christening the morning, second in the last two months. Boring as fuck (and they go on for ages). I now have the excuse to leave though if the baby kicks off. Spread afterwards was bloody decent too.
I was fucking minging last night. Apparently doubles were being bought all night which was great. Ended up waking up in my own flem/saliva at 5am inside the closie of some flats in Arbroath. Apparently taxis don't exist either at that time so had to wait until the first bus of the day was on. An experience.
Friday: Going out for Chinese food
Saturday: Getting Liverpool at 12 to Hopefully watch the derby in the Bierkeller and then watch United in a different pub. Six of us going, which should be a good number.
Sunday: Hungover, getting a washer dryer delivered between 10:15 and 14:15. Original timeslot was 7am-7pm so I'm glad I had a text to narrow it down as being up and ready at 7am wasn't gonna happen really.
I'm a twit
Absolutely fuck all for me. I should be gardening tomorrow so I'm hoping for rain.
House party in Manchester 2nite. Then playing FM in my own filth in my mates house until Sunday. Xx
We've had about ten posts today. THE BOARD IS FINISHED!
Posting here. That's what everyone's not doing this weekend.Originally Posted by Lewis
I have an old customer at the bank who comes in every month or so to pay in membership fees into the account for this society of people who were all apprentices at some place together in the 60s
He told me the other day that they only have about 5 left Cus of people moving on, moving away or dying, but they keep it going out of habbit more than anything else. I thought it an apt comparison for how I see this place going. It'll never die cus we're all too stubborn and autistic, it'll just get slowly more quiet. I reckon there'll still be a hardcore of 10 or so of us here 20 years from now, posting every month or so. Wonder who will stick around longest.
Yesterday was proper slow. I'll think of a thread or two.
My previous bitter-enders prediction was me, Baz, Floyd, John, Mahow, Pepe, and (assuming he survives) Smiffy.
Baz posted a mugshot the other day then deleted it with 'Board's dead CBA' or something as the reason, so you can probably wipe him off that list.
I'd have said Magic too but I reckon he'll bin it sooner rather than later at this stage.
This summer will be a bit of a slog with long periods where it feels dead, but we'll all come back in the winter. Sundays nights are probably the time when the board will maintain some activity in the future.
What thread would all of those post in?
Some sort of massive all-purpose one (Pepe's Pleb Pit?), which John lurks until somebody gets something wrong.
Late Night Thread.
I woudn't do that.
You mean you'd stop doing that?
The board would probably end up turning into more of a Facebook-type story and comment system. I'm surprised there are still so many megathreads.
I'll be here until the end. Smug cunt to the last.
You'd probably prefer it if you were solitary.
Grass.
I'm a twit
Fucking hate dry coughs.
I'm in a pub with Gareth Jones of How 2 fame. I bought him a pint earlier and he's getting me one now. He's sound as fuck and a massive red.
Ask him whether he feels guilty about culturally appropriating the 'How' gesture.
Gaz Top like? Where are you?
I always hated him for some reason.
Fred Dinenage though
A true hero.
I only remember the specky bald twat doing that.
I've to fix the lawnmower and get all that shit done this weekend, my least favourite thing in the world. The neighbour is moaning at me about some tree/bush thing that's going out over her fence a bit but "don't cut it back too much as I like the blossoms on it". She's getting two choices; leave it as it is or I'm taking it off at the stump and putting diesel on the roots.
I had no idea that How 2 was still going in 2006. I assumed it stopped in the mid 90s.
I also love that Fred Dinenage's Wikipedia photo looks like someone has unexpectedly photographed him while he's washing his car on a Sunday afternoon.
and he's not happy about it either.
Want the number of my gardener? He's pretty desperate sounding, I'm sure he'll travel.
Actually getting someone else to do it is a pretty sound idea.
Got the mower going with some emery paper and a pencil and got the grass cut. Cannot for the life of me find a gardening company that will take on a small job like I need to get that creeper thing removed though. I've drilled into the base of the stump and poured diesel in it so I'll see does it die a bit and I'll try take it then.
Prep for an internal round 2 interview tomorrow. I've been told it's only me and one other candidate (external) being interviewed and most seem to think I have it in the bag but I'm concerned at the lack of progress I'm making coming up with decent STAR situations to meet the most obvious competencies. Only 45 mins at least and I know the hiring manager well (he prompted me to apply).
Still. It's shit to be having to be productive when the weathers like this. I just wanna sit outside of assorted cafe bars all day.
On a sunnier note. On a trip to town to grab new shoes and troos I got a free Pret. Which is nice. Particularly as one of the girls at work in London gets a free coffee there all the time and my gf got one a fortnight or so ago. Given I frequent them almost daily I was feeling a bit put out.
Logged into Papa John's to find out that my monthly hungover pizza purchase is well documented:
The guy that delivers is Greek and he noticed my surname a while ago. There's something about unexpectedly exchanging kalimeres that I find very enjoyable.
Are Kalimeres bodily fluids?
Would that make you happy?
Ecstatic.
Why aren't you getting the biggest possible pizza?
Is 'The Greek (Authentic Thin Crust)' the pizza or you?
I reckon pizza is one of the worst hangover foods. A good one isn't greasy enough to chase it away and a bad one is always a disappointing mess.
Papa John is about as close to the bland middle ground as you'll get though, I suppose.
I find there's a fair bit of self-disgust required to sit in all afternoon and consume a large pizza + sides on your own and I'm not really sure it's worth it.
Why aren't you getting the biggest possible pizza?
It's the pizza, I like to think the lads in the shop have a good lol when they pass the job on to the driver.
Nah it's brilliant. It's all in the dips really. Papa Johns is easily the best thing I can get my hands on at midday without leaving the building.
Yeah, I think Papa John's is pretty good as long as you get some sort of offer involved. Their chilli dip is shit, though, and that's a bit of an essential.
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