lol at 'At dark'.
lol at 'At dark'.
Surely 'at night' or 'in the dark', or this some regional thing?
I never noticed that. The northies have some strange ones, but 'at dark' is just plain wrong.
'at dark' is common here.
He used to do it about every other day in the summer, I think. His annoying noisy kids play on it so maybe he thinks he's the groundsman for their tiny little football pitch or something.
I went to the Leeds sexual health clinic a few weeks ago to get tested and came out fine, but they said to come back around now for another blood test, and in the interim period between then and now they've fucking moved right next to my bastarding workplace. What's more, its in a shopping centre where any fucker over 6 foot can see straight over the translucent glass and into the waiting room. I don't need this shit.
How convenient.
I'll tell you all what fucks me off. Working my cunt off on something only to be told the remuneration is now in exposure not in cash, as verbally agreed on the contract that doesn't exist. More pissed at my own gullibility than at the cuntwinging git.
Hammer, just tell all your workmates you are worried you might have caught aids off a vicious one night stand. That way you can all celebrate when you get the all clear and folk will pray for you online until then. Don't be in fear, own it.
Own it
The main problem there is that the lass I'm seeing at the moment is someone I work with, so I'm a bit wary of any word getting out about anything.
Yeah, however the thinking man would tell her "btw huni i'm getting blood tests as not feeling too great, feeling a bit low on energy, GP advised me to go to the local clinic to get samples".Originally Posted by Hammer
Own it
The main problem there is that the lass I'm seeing at the moment is someone I work with, so I'm a bit wary of any word getting out about anything.
If in doubt dude, lie like fuck.
Yeah, one of those things where you make the mistake once or at most twice. Proper cunts.
Yeah very much so dude. Although it has led to something pretty epic, so i'm lucky I guess.
Last person who said they'd pay me in exposure lead to me agreeing to do the work and saying I'd do it right up until the day he had to present to his client and then ignored him until he sent me a message saying how much this would cost me. I told him I'd saved myself about 500 quid of my time by not doing anything.
If that was your opening gambit in those negotiations it's no wonder you can't get work.
Hmm?
If I'm reading it right his opening gambit was Yes, I'll take the work which seems an ok strategy to me.
I find in the creative industries there is an element of "prove yourself" to get a foot in the door. Iv'e no problem with that. I'll be doing that for a while still. However, agreeing to pay someone then coming the cunt the day of remuneration is a whole different ball game. Again though, partly my own fault for not having anything in writing.
I'll gig for free more often than I will do paid for the foreseeable future. That's me earning my stripes and is long established as the norm in my industry.
Must be a pain in the arse for those in others though. I at least know if I do well I'll eventually progress regardless.
Funny one ennit. On one hand I get the viewpoint that it is pretty gross how certain industries have normalised working for free and made people just be grateful for an 'opportunity'. I'm all ready to go down to the picket lines and sing the Internationale, but then I think of all the people I know from school and uni who are starting out in stand-up and 'the media' and remember how shite they are and I'm glad they're getting fuck all. Probably lean towards the former though.
Went out last night and "took it easy." This means I had four pints of bitter shandy rather than proper pints, and three pints of real ale, although one of them was 6.8% cos my mates a jeb. Oh and one of the shandy's was 50% bitter, 25% lemonade and 25% lager, which I didn't realise until it had gone. I didn't have shots though even though the others did - even sat out of the tasting sesh of D-Beck's whiskey.
Woke up this morning feeling alright, but then spewed up twice, and had a 40 minute dentist appointment at 10:15 for a filling. Was a bad time.
Only saving grace was the fat dental nurse whose only job is to hoover my gums, had a fit face, so inbetween closing my eyes and pretending I was in bed I just stared her out. £75 and all; what a bad day.
I'm a twit
I drank too much coffee today and now I can't sleep.
A dickhead on Facebook posting a picture of a few bottles of beer and writing this:
#working #weekend #nightin with a #few #bottles #almost #xmas
Fuck off mate.
At least you posted it here, mate.
The price of board games. Frustration is £12. £12! Pop up pirate is £10. SnL is £12. Problem with buying them second hand is missing parts.
In my break in work and someone else in the break room is watching the fucking apprentice on their phone. Fuck off.
Have you not seen it or is it just that they haven't got headphones?
I fucking hate it. And they haven't got headphones. I wanted peace and quiet on my break as the bar's really busy. Ourside having a smoke now though so I don't have to listen to that shite any more.
Not using headphones is an offence worth a beating.
They're repaving the side of my street where my house is so I have to double-back on myself every day of my life til this is over.
Emails from the national lottery with news about your ticket that turns out to be £3.30.
Fuck off making me excited unless it's six figures. Bastards.
Okay, I'm not entirely sure if this is something I should be annoyed by or if it's my problem - thought I'd seek the counsel of you lot.
With very occasional exceptions, I'm happy to introduce any of my mates to any of my other mates. If I have something fun going on in Edinburgh that I think friends from home would enjoy, I'd invite the fuckers. Why not? But one of my closest and oldest mates, one of the friends I'm constantly introducing to other people, is the opposite. He has an established group of friends in Manchester, but I've barely ever met them.
Once I got really drunk and confronted him about it - I asked why he never invites me up to do stuff in Manchester, and especially highlighted the fact I was having a really bollocks time in my shit provincial home town at that point, and that I never had anything to do. He just said that he likes to keep his groups of friends separate, that he felt awkward introducing home friends to uni friends.
I think this would be fair enough if we weren't that close, or if I was the same with my mates, but the fact that he's happy to join in the festivities whenever I'm organising stuff, and even asked if he could crash at my (and my mum's) house on Christmas eve night less than five minutes after he awkwardly said he was going to some big rave tonight that he'd not invited me to...I dunno. It feels like the line between 'well, that's his prerogative, fair play' and just being a shit mate has been crossed.
Thoughts?
You're being a woman.
Probz the pithy advice I needed. I dunno, writing it all out like that does give the impression I'm being a big girl about it, but I'm not losing sleep over it or owt. Maybe I should re-write it into 'my mate is a weirdo about his friends mixing, is he being a dickhead, a bit autistic or am I just overreacting?' Wouldn't it fuck you off if you kept inviting your mate to stuff and he never invited you?
Not in the circumstance you're describing. Me and my main group of mates all have their own separate groups they do stuff with. The only time they ever mix is stag dos and weddings.
Just stop inviting him. It's a bit petty, but if it's annoying you that he doesn't reciprocate then it's about all you can do. Moaning that he never invites you out with his mates make you sound like you think of yourself as his girlfriend or something.
Good advice from both of you. I think I need to accept that my weird obsession with integrating all my mates makes me unusual, rather than him for not. I guess he never asked me to involve him in my Gorgie adventures.
I just want the World to be more connected, like Zuckerberg.
And I'm probably just bitter that he's going to Warehouse project and I'm not, lol.
I didn't know it meant that much to you. I'll introduce you to my mates.
I don't fuck with fake drawers. If you want to preserve an aura of symmetry everywhere you go then build drawers for Taoist monasteries. just remember that every time i'm looking for something and I try to open one of the 14 fake drawers in my vicinity i am driven to sin
Other people's friends are generally god awful anyway.
There was that thread about it on the old TTH that Lewis linked the other day. RL made the correct point that if you meet your friends' friend and you like them, they just become your friend, so the friends of your friends will tend to be people you don't like.
That's the beauty of the theory. It's completely water-tight. That said, all of my friends' other friends (that I've met) are shit.
Yeah it is a good theory. Actually, most of my best mates are people who were previously friends of friends, and generally the initial mutual friends are out of the picture on both sides. Stealing friends
Though it isn't exactly a mind-blowing theory - that's just how people make friends.
I like your beard, it's very hipster.
Fuck you.
I really wanted to just shave it off when someone said that today, it's not a fucking compliment.
At what level is your beard at, Mahow?
An Asian fellow in work asked if mine was for religious beliefs. Definitely needs a trim.
About the same as the mugshot I posted on the old board in the summer.
Foolishly I decided to trim it using clippers about 3/4 months ago thinking that on the highest setting I would be left with a nice amount. I was wrong, so I'm pretty much back at what I was perhaps a touch longer.
I'd say about 4 inches.
Is the lady in your life satisfied with it?
If I had a lady in my life I'd make sure she had a beard fetish.
It's great for tickling the anus when you go downtown.
I'm too cack-handed to trim mine without immediately fucking it up, so I just get the barber to do it.
I wanted my barber to set a proper neck line an inch above my Adams apple (I'm also cack-handed) but he refused to do it for some reason.
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