Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Ours has taken a turn for the better - it now consists of a pub crawl round Sheffield - meet at Swim Inn, everyone else moves onto crap 'trendy eurobars', I move to Dove & Rainbow with select groovy bunch of nurses who like having their ears licked! Sor-ted!
Wheelie
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'
Dave Whelan wrote:Ours has taken a turn for the better - it now consists of a pub crawl round Sheffield - meet at Swim Inn, everyone else moves onto crap 'trendy eurobars', I move to Dove & Rainbow with select groovy bunch of nurses who like having their ears licked! Sor-ted!
Wheelie
lucky b*stard
mine is at "break for the border"
What’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?
Went to Mrs JB's last friday. Don't know how but ended up on the top table next to the chairman's wife. Just prior to taking my seat Mrs JB's director told me Lady Chairman was completely barking. Great.
She asked what I did for living so I told her. 20mins later she asked me what I did for a living so I told her again. 20mins later ...yep, sooo I told her again. 20mins later (which in total real time was one pint of Stella, 3 bottles of Bud and a bottle of chardonnay) 'I'm a hitman for the CIA and have a contract on your husband'. 'Oh, thats nice dear ...'
Otherwise the evening was pretty uneventful. Other that me getting trashed. And stealing a xmas hamper (staff only). And fondling the bum of one of her friends (it was the silk dress I wanted to feel). And asking one of her friends if I could touch her breasts (I was doing a David Brent, honest!). And doing a triple salko on the way to the cab. Would have scored a 9.9 on most judges cards methinks. Luckily I landed on my head.
Loki was never worshiped as the other Gods,
Which is quite understandable.
I've got my works doo this afternoon, at The Crown & Cushion in Welburn (a quaint little village on the way to Malton.) Serves fine real ales apparently...
Johnny Boy wrote:Went to Mrs JB's last friday. Don't know how but ended up on the top table next to the chairman's wife. Just prior to taking my seat Mrs JB's director told me Lady Chairman was completely barking. Great.
She asked what I did for living so I told her. 20mins later she asked me what I did for a living so I told her again. 20mins later ...yep, sooo I told her again. 20mins later (which in total real time was one pint of Stella, 3 bottles of Bud and a bottle of chardonnay) 'I'm a hitman for the CIA and have a contract on your husband'. 'Oh, thats nice dear ...'
Otherwise the evening was pretty uneventful. Other that me getting trashed. And stealing a xmas hamper (staff only). And fondling the bum of one of her friends (it was the silk dress I wanted to feel). And asking one of her friends if I could touch her breasts (I was doing a David Brent, honest!). And doing a triple salko on the way to the cab. Would have scored a 9.9 on most judges cards methinks. Luckily I landed on my head.
all in all a nice evening's work. a good job, well done.
What’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?
Johnny Boy wrote:Went to Mrs JB's last friday. Don't know how but ended up on the top table next to the chairman's wife. Just prior to taking my seat Mrs JB's director told me Lady Chairman was completely barking. Great.
She asked what I did for living so I told her. 20mins later she asked me what I did for a living so I told her again. 20mins later ...yep, sooo I told her again. 20mins later (which in total real time was one pint of Stella, 3 bottles of Bud and a bottle of chardonnay) 'I'm a hitman for the CIA and have a contract on your husband'. 'Oh, thats nice dear ...'
Otherwise the evening was pretty uneventful. Other that me getting trashed. And stealing a xmas hamper (staff only). And fondling the bum of one of her friends (it was the silk dress I wanted to feel). And asking one of her friends if I could touch her breasts (I was doing a David Brent, honest!). And doing a triple salko on the way to the cab. Would have scored a 9.9 on most judges cards methinks. Luckily I landed on my head.
all in all a nice evening's work. a good job, well done.
I think it's all about making the effort.
Loki was never worshiped as the other Gods,
Which is quite understandable.
Ooooh, I did one last night with a great big scary company (the sort of people who could probably buy all of our asses). Names shall remain unmentioned. The MD put his credit card behind the bar, and that was it.
If I told them once, I told them a hundred times to put 'Spinal Tap' first and 'Puppet Show' last.
We have a mini-office do tonite when the Gods descend and do the credit card behind the bar routine. My MD has just called (we'd been struggling for a venue other than a spit and sawdust pub) and said she'd managed to book us into a spanish tapas bar on the Clerkenwell Road and would I take a wander down and check it out. Gaudi, 63 Clerkenwell Rd. Looks expensive but I ain't paying. Outside was a review from the Guardian giving it 17/20. I started reading it and when describing the decor (I kid you not) it said ' ...the lighting is all eldritch gloom and punctuated by jolly paintings of a vaguely vaginal cast ...'
Another example of being pervy linked and doesn't he now live in spain? Spooky.
Loki was never worshiped as the other Gods,
Which is quite understandable.
St John's would be my choice if eating in the area. Clerkenwell dining room also ok, but can be a bit spivvy, or the Real Greek if you want sthg slightly cheaper.
Clucking Belle wrote:St John's would be my choice if eating in the area. Clerkenwell dining room also ok, but can be a bit spivvy, or the Real Greek if you want sthg slightly cheaper.
Some excellent choices CB but when you've left the arrangements to an idiot who does nothing for three weeks and then passes the monkey, we're grateful for what we can get. God forbid it could have been a Wetherspoons.
Loki was never worshiped as the other Gods,
Which is quite understandable.
Dave Whelan wrote:Ours has taken a turn for the better - it now consists of a pub crawl round Sheffield - meet at Swim Inn, everyone else moves onto **** 'trendy eurobars', I move to Dove & Rainbow with select groovy bunch of nurses who like having their ears licked! Sor-ted!
Wheelie
lucky b*stard
mine is at "break for the border"
OUCH! Ne'er mind, Quiffy, stomm happens. If you get bored, you know to where to head. And you should see some of the nurses!
'What a heavy load Einstein must have had. Morons everywhere.'
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Clucking Belle wrote:St John's would be my choice if eating in the area. Clerkenwell dining room also ok, but can be a bit spivvy, or the Real Greek if you want sthg slightly cheaper.
St johns is cool if you donrt minf d the falg and the Queen in heer hat
Just remember this. This rabble you keep talking about does most of the working, paying and dying in this community.
khepri II wrote:St johns is cool if you donrt minf d the falg and the Queen in heer hat
Eh?
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Red Sunsets wrote:I stuck with the Guinness whilst mayhem ruled all around me from the jelly crew.
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If only I did!
I don't do works dos anymore. I can barely stand most of my colleagues as it is, & as they all get tanked & I can hold my liquor I tend to end up nominated to cajole this year's daft mare to stop crying & come out of the bog. Whereas if I had my way I would be more likely to slip a razor blade under the door & suggest she do us all a favour.