Published on 30/8/2004
in rant.
Nibbles is going all out to annoy me already and it’s only 10.30.
Mixing an apple around his mouth
Rocking back and forth, just a little bit
Sniffing
Tapping hard on his keyboard, with one finger per hand
Humming, just a little bit
“Are you humming?!”
“Yes”
“Well stop please”
Who hums at work?! Outrageous. But not as outrageous as this.
Doris’s boss is bonkers. Previously she gave her two large bottles of stool softener. This week six more.
Not props as in that annoying word, but as in a theatrical item.
Last night lasted a little longer than the 3 planned pints. Weird that. A few near work, then up to LKF with the lads. Mainly English, but the odd Aussie and Swiss bloke.
We bought our prop for the evening from one of those women who wander around trying to sell you flashing knob or boob badges. A comedy microphone type thing. Battery powered - it flashed. Brilliant.
After a few Hey Ya Sambucas™ I was pretending to be an interviewer from MTV Borneo.
“Hi, having a good night? Got a moment to speak to MTV Borneo?”
“Er, OK. Is that real?”
“Yeah, it records. It’s a new style mic. So are you a lesbian?”
“No!”
“So is it fair to say you love The Cock?”
“What?!”
“The Cock. Do you love it?”
Usually, well every time, that was the end of the interview.
Met a top local Doris who could do a great scouse accent!
Interesting site, giving ‘real-time’ stats about the world.
e.g. 327,306 people have been born so far today (as I write) and 134,628 have died.
I wonder how many of those 327,306 will turn out to be fiiiiiiit birds?
I often look at maps and think, “I wonder how many fit birds I’m looking at right now?”
A ridiculously detailed guide to British pub etiquette.
I haven’t read it all yet, but it gives great insight into the British pub culture:
Don’t ever try to ‘jump’ the invisible queue. The people who reached the bar before you will be served before you. Everyone is well aware of his or her place in the queue.
From your choice of beverage, the natives will make all sorts of assumptions about your social background, your age, your class, your personality and even your sexual orientation. Although some allowances may be made for foreign ignorance or eccentricity, they will judge you according to the rules of British drinking etiquette, not those of your own culture.
Rule number one: To the natives, round-buying is sacred. Not ‘buying your round’ is more than just a breach of pub etiquette: it is heresy.
You must always play your full part in the round-buying ritual. This means always remembering who has bought you a drink, and making sure that you reciprocate as soon as possible; never having to be reminded that it is your round; always being aware of your companions’ drinking-pace, so that you can say “It’s my round” at the correct moment without, of course, ever giving the impression of being too concerned or calculating about these matters.
Don’t expect strict justice in the round-buying ritual. One person may end up buying two rounds during a ’session’, while the other members have only bought one round each. Over several sessions, rough equality is usually achieved, but it is bad manners to appear overly concerned about this.
Well I didn’t think I’d manage it, but I did. This thing is a year old today.
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