19 July 2004 14:01
Hi. I'm back. those last two weeks went past far too quickly, i feel that i need another two off, the boss says i can, next year......
I don't want to think about how you scrute someone. It sounds rude and painful.
I have just read all the news and mail i missed and have several points i'd like to make:
1) i remember Chicken Licken it was my favourite book!!!
2) Thanks for the compliment
3) How dare he compare Penzance with Bristol. Has he ever been here, and if so was it further than the end of the motorway? Penzance has unfortunately been let go and needs some serious money spent on it to get the tourists back (other than visiting it once), Bristol has too many good points to mention, but i will harp on about it at length should he wish to start.
Now that i've got that off my chest...
It was very nice to meet you. The Paul commented on 'wot a nice bloke' you were. Our few days went past far too quickly, but it wetted my appetite to come down again soon, so perhaps i need to contact a girly friend and tempt her with shopping trips to Truro.
20 July 2004 09:08
Typical boss. Thinks he/she is a wit. Is half right!
That's why I thought. Makes you wonder why the orientals made such a particular point of being inscrutable, though. Maybe scruting is much more widespread in the far east.
What was it? Not that large tarantula that dropped onto you while you were in the Slurp?
Well, that would certainly give you plenty of quality pub-time because it will only take you 30 minutes to 'do' Truro
20 July 2004 10:07
that's why they have slanted eyes (this is in no way racist, just a statement of fact).
1. Did he taste nice?
2. Mint sauce
3. Most definitely yes, something that sounds like fount anyway.
If a large tarantula had dropped onto me whilst i was in the Slurp, anyone trying to get in would have been flattened as i legged it out the door screaming! I wouldn't say i hate spiders but they do bring on an involuntary reaction!! I would also be amazed that it survived the fumes.
It's not your fault you're not a woman, but Truro is able to fill several hours of shopping time. Now i don't often do 'girly shopping', mainly i'm in and out like the SAS, but sometimes i like to keep the inner girl happy (ooer) and have a bit of shopping therapy. You wouldn't understand.
20 July 2004 14:36
Oh lordy, I don't eat the food I serve at the carnagery. Could do but I'm usually sick of the sight of it by the end of the night.
Fumes? You should be in there in the winter when all the doors are (usually) closed. Some Friday nights after I got home from the Meat Draw I had to beat my clothes with a stick before I could get them into the washing machine.
True. Even by blokish standards I have very underdeveloped shopping glands. Mind you, as I have no money, that may be a good thing!
20 July 2004 16:23
Having watched to mob slurp it up. You wouldn't want to be hungry though.
Pubs in the winter should be forced to have extraction fans fitted or even air conditioning. The stink from smoky clothes in the morning is disgusting. I'm surprised they didn't jump in there of their own accord.
Very good thing. The urge to shop when you have no money is not good.
I'm going home now
20 July 2004 17:02
Not eating leaves more room for beer. 'Cept I can't get any time for that either most days!
They were so stiff with pungent smells that I needed to break them down in order to get them through the hole in the front of the washing machine.
Anything when you haven't got any money isn't good.
I'm going to work (again) now. Bah!
23 July 2004 08:28
If you drink enough beer you find space to fit food, hence the curry after 15 pints.
I don't want to think about that...
True, life without money is pretty miserable.
Now, talking of misery, i have a huge pile of work here (i know,it serves me right for going on leave, but some of it isn't even mine!) so i'm going to plough my way through it.
23 July 2004 10:05
I always find that after 15 pints I'd wolf down a curry only to find the following morning that I had, in fact, been stuffing down the front of my shirt and not in mouth. Thus, I still hadn't eaten.
I just don't want to think. Full stop.
Well, they always say that money can't buy happiness but fail to point out that no money can't buy you anything at all.
No. Take another holiday and hand all the crap on your desk to your back-stabbing colleagues with a sweet smile saying 'Sorry, didn't have time to sort through all that. Here you go.' Then line up another job while you're on holiday. On your return give in your notice. Then, pick up the now humungous pile of crap on your desk and give it to your back-stabbing colleagues with a sweet smile saying 'Sorry, won't have time to sort through all that now. Here you go.'
See, I've worked in proper office jobs before I signed up for servitude down here. I know how it's done!
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