Google says Wayne Larkins is some cricketer, what's he done to get sandwiched into a conversation between Jimmy Saville and the West's?
Google says Wayne Larkins is some cricketer, what's he done to get sandwiched into a conversation between Jimmy Saville and the West's?
He probably took a while working his way through the ice cream line.Originally Posted by Shindig
https://www.theguardian.com/society/...day-week-trial
The state of the ginger Tory nonce and his comments.
I arrived into Toulouse this afternoon, along with the boss (from those who remember our Spanish trip getting on for 2 years ago). The boss is an east end wide boy kind of a dealer, clinging on to his position within the company after South Africans cut his pay. These days he's 73 so in some senses still a young buck, but openly fearing his imminent axeing to be replaced by me, creating a slightly awkward dynamic to say the least. As such, on this trip, as well as our own customers we're visiting a couple of other companies who are his side hustle customers for a new venture he's started with his son. Told me to keep it hush-hush.
Upon landing in Toulouse, he opens his phone, and his cancer-ridden wife has a message for him. It sounds serious. He rings off. 'My son's been lifted,' he says. That means arrested, and is still in a police station awaiting questioning. He speculates as to what he might have done: 'Fighting? I dunno.' He makes a call. 'Hi, Pedro. Could you find out what's going on? It's urgent.' Pedro, to his credit, quickly comes back with news. 'It's this bird he used to live with,' reports the boss. 'Says he gave her a whack. Got a bit rough with her.' Anyway, there's no evidence, he says, so he's sure he'll be released tonight. Time for some steak frites.
Created absolute war at my old place by finally raising a big concern that occurred when I worked there. Speaking to their people manager and/or CEO tomorrow via phone and they may wish to hold a meeting in the future regarding it too.
This isn't the place to skimp on details. Come on, be more Floyd.
It depends on how the call goes tomorrow, I'll put the details in here if I can post it. I have threatened to go the social route, papers etc.
Narc Soldier.
My afternoon consisted of 2 home visits:
Home visit 1 was interrupted by a phone call from his doctor saying he needs to come in for a biopsy, because they think he may have colon cancer.
Home visit 2 was around a 14 year old with lupus, having chemo, light therapy, hairloss, depression and a suicide attempt.
Happy, happy days.
Met Katie Piper today.
I'm a twit
It's always lupus.
That's good tbf.
Call went well anyway, ongoing process, they will come to me next week with what they believe the next steps will be, need to speak to HR, legal etc. Taking it very seriously as they should. Once its all done with and if I can I'll type it all up in here.
Tease.
Spent today mostly cold-calling moody joints in the backstreets of Marseille. Sometimes I have to admire my own adaptability. Other times I think I should just get a different job.
Isn't that place a war zone at the moment [or just generally]?
Assuming French garages have similar demographics to ours, I don't think you'll find many of the rioters there.
Don't think I'd be heading into the projects that loom large in every sense at the top of the hill on your way in, but the rest of it's OK. It does seem a lot livelier than anywhere else I've been in France. A lot more of a football city than anywhere else, too, at least if my spidey senses are to be trusted.
Yeah, Marseille definitely has a different feel to most other places I've been in France. Bit of old fashioned menace.
We just drove into the city with a view to going to a 'cous cous restaurant' that the boss remembers being good about 20 years ago. Now, I should explain: this guy doesn't accept/believe evidence in front of him, only his own vague drink-addled memory. This means he won't ever look up where the restaurant is and go to it, he'll just drive to somewhere near where he thinks it is and see if he can see it on the way past. So as we randomly drove through various neighbourhoods which did not contain said restaurant (It's fackin gone!), my attempts to suggest (via google) actual restaurants that exist all fell on both literally and figuratively deaf ears. Eventually on the way back out of the city he drove us into what looked like someone's house because he saw people 'sitting down'. He went inside and said people confirmed it was not a restaurant.
90 minutes later we have ended up back in the hotel having a sandwich. Love the guy. My favourite boss.
He just walked into someone's house?
Jesus. He needs another reason to live.
People are setting up restaurants in their houses now tbf.
I went to a lovely place in Belgium a couple of months back:
https://www.rijkderzinnen.be/
It kind of had an open front and two black guys were sitting at a table eating, with an older white guy sitting on a futon further back. It might have been some hippy house or something. But it definitely wasn't a fucking restaurant.
Last edited by Jimmy Floyd; 05-07-2023 at 07:30 PM.
On my travels around France in 2016 I confirmed that Marseille was a bit of a dump.
See also, Lille.
Lens was quite cool though, but Bordeaux clearly the best I visited closely followed by Nice.
I thought Marseille had the weather going for it?
It's slightly unlike anywhere I've ever been. Beautiful weather, port, hillside projects, quite nice to look at, rough and ready and lively as fuck. Saw a burned-out bus on the drive earlier. The only comparison in my head (and this is pathetic) is King's Landing. I imagine it better reflects the likes of Casablanca on the other side of the Med.
The boss managed a wonderful final salvo on our trip. The very last customer we were going to see was some rectifier buried deep in the middle of Marseille. The boss said he remembered going there a few years ago and being thrown out at the door, but he thought it was worth another cold call to see if we had more luck this time. I didn't know the place but I put the company name into Google to find out exactly where it was. An address came up on various aggregator / yellow pages type sites, but the company itself had no website, which made me a bit concerned. Eventually I managed to get into the French version of Companies House to find that the company had been liquidated in 2013. I told the boss this and he said 'No chance, I was there in 2019, they threw me out at the door. You're going in and doing the talking this time.' So we (I) drove there, ducking and diving in the streets of Marseille, to this place where there may once have been an engine workshop. Sure enough, it was now an empty building with someone living in a flat above it.
The boss said oh well, and we moved on. I asked him if that was the same place he got thrown out of in 2019. He said 'no, I was fibbing. I never went there'. Was that some weird attempt at gaslighting, or is he just a fucking moron?
Both.
Senile dementia.
Got offered it. Turned it down.
We go again.
someone stole my niknaks
They're in Aldi now. Nibbly Nobblys
Our fire service are recruiting at the moment and it's very tempting to have a bash. It'd involve a paycut but riding around with the boys on a 4 days on, 4 days off schedule (aka the return of the sesh) doesn't half sound like a great life. That's before you bring in the benefits of having eternal hero status and early retirement.
I'm definitely enjoying what I do at the moment but an office will never be the ideal environment for me. It's a tough one but I figure I might as well apply and see how I feel down the line as the deadline is at the end of the month.
How likely are you to melt?
In Jersey? As close to zero as you can get. We've just had a gas explosion disaster so now is a great time to get on board whilst prevention is top priority.
The worst part of the job is that they deal with dead bodies. I know one of them and it sounds pretty horrendous.
Get yourself on Documenting Reality to desensitise yourself.
I'm a twit
I've decided against it now. It's a bit of a job for life so would cement my future here which I'm not massively sure about. Plus ChatGPT can't put out fires.
At least you gave it plenty of thought.
According to the techbros it can.
Earned my first ever commission this month. £229.51 on sales of £180,000. I am swimming with the fucking large fishes out here.
The Arab got nothing as his target is ludicrously high. He's going on a three-week trip to the Kingdom to try and make ends meet. He's launched a bitter complaint to anyone who will listen (me) that the company won't let him expense his cigarettes while there. Talk about losing battles.
Are you selling at a 1% profit margin?
What percentage is that? 0.15%? What's the standard in your racket? In the glory days when I was a conductor it was 5% and mobile sales were a pipe dream, ticket barriers unheard of up in Cumbria. Only took £2000 on a busy day mind but not to be sniffed at for simply doing your job.
Average gross margin on that stuff is 56%. It's just a pitiful structure we're on. If I can get the boss to retire and take over Europe then that's where the money is.
For UK it's set at 0.625% of profit. The offer I had to do Central America it was 2.5% of profit if you hit the target. Arab is on 1% for some reason, I think he's just a mug.
Microsoft Outlook Reactions need to get in the bin. I can just about tolerate them in Teams Chat (dancing emoji reaction to Christmas Do booking, for example) but getting an email every few days telling me someone has put their thumb up to me doing my job? No thank you.
I'm a twit
Not that I disagree with the sentiment but I'm assuming there's a way to turn off reaction notifications. I also vaguely remember that they would introduce the setting where you don't allow reactions on the ones you send, but I am not sure if that's in or not.
That said, I just dislike Outlook altogether. It often feels way too clunky.
There is not.
However, I have now created a rule to delete them.
I'm a twit
Thankfully I don't think they can be allowed in my work or maybe nobody's cottoned on to them yet or yeah, that shit would be getting rules'd right into the bin.
Similarly, anyone that tries to request a read receipt gets their email automatically put to the bottom of the priority pile.
Do (any of) you get to see how the profit is calculated if you hit your targets? Not that I'm accusing your firm of dumbing down the numbers to pay less bonus or anything...
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