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Just to put the case for neighbours from the other side, we received a very loud and acidic SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! from the flat upstairs and to the right when we had our moving-in party, because we were obviously sitting around and talking too loudly. Without music. At 10 o'clock at night.

I'm sorry to drag this old thread up but I saw something last night that did make me very angry.


On friday at about 6:30-7:00pm there was a ripple of anger and despair that echoed across the capital. Not enough to bring down an aircraft but enough for the gaze of strangers to meet momentarily and for a couple of cars to bump into each other.


I shall start at the beginning.


Now I, amongst a great deal of Londoners and commuters alike, buy the evening standard and on a Friday you are allowed the added treat of E.S magazine. Now E.S magazine for those that don't know is a light but enjoyable journey into high society, a lighter version of the Sunday times glossies.

I didn't read it until yesterday afternoon/evening but this copy was unique in that the entire content was dedicated to diamonds. Now I'm not really interested in expensive stones as amongst other things I simoly can't afford them but it was an interesting read non the less. They explored the murky world of diamond dealers and who moves and who shakes. How the stones are a form of portable wealth and how the cut stones are graded regarding their worth in carats. I was genuinely enjoying the read and glad I'd made the effort to stick with it.


Until I arrived at page 63.


Peaches Geldof has been given column space to dedicate her worthless opinion as an agony aunt. My euphoria of sparkling 200 carat stones was brought crashing down as soon as I laid eyes upon, wait for it, 'Peaches teaches'. Young miss Geldof, and I put enormous emphasis on young (20), offers her advice on long distance relationships and she was married for a week. She also advises a woman who's being subject to a bully at a top flight legal outfit. The cherry on the cake of cold sick was offering advice on how a now redundant city banker should go about motivating himself and start looking for work. Her column is also accompanied by a very 'bo-ho' picture.


I saw recently a programme where her and her little chums were prancing about some chic market stall and one of her entourage squawks "that necklass would look so good on you P". Do you know what I think would look good on 'P'? A pack of hungry Dobermans!!!

I read your post again. I'm suggesting some improvements that would have saved you the bother...


"E.S magazine, for those that don't know, is a light but enjoyable journey into high society, a lighter version of the Sunday times glossies complete toss. The end."

Why is it that people who use the term, think outside the box, are invariably completely and utterly fucking incapable of getting their idiotic brains properly around the concept of lateral thought and have about as much chance of recognising an idea from outside their precious fucking box as a rich man has of passing through the eye of a camel?


Arseholes!

Brendan Wrote:

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> Why is it that people who use the term, think

> outside the box, are invariably completely and

> utterly @#$%& incapable of getting their idiotic

> brains properly around the concept of lateral

> thought and have about as much chance of

> recognising an idea from outside their precious

> @#$%& box as a rich man has of passing through the

> eye of a camel?


Yeah! I make you right and they are not capable of Blue Sky Thinking....:X

To expand on Brendan's 'thinking outside the box'...Alan Partridge-style Buzzword Bingo at work.


OK, so may of us work in corporate environments, but that doesn't mean you can gad about using phrases like 'lets run that up the flagpole'/'lets get all our ducks in a line'/'going forward'/any kind of 'heads up'...the list goes on. A new one I heard recently was a colleague's boss who told him 'lets not go about blamestorming'.


You wouldn't use any of this utter tripe in normal conversation, so why at work? It really does make most sane people want to chuck their Blackberry at your face.

People who allow their hedges to spread out of their own front gardens so they take up half the pavement space, especially opposite lamp posts etc. that take up most of the remainder. I'm thinking particularly of the Goose Green end of Crystal Palace Road.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7453584.stm


"I need to meet with" what, may I ask, is wrong with 'I need to meet'

"Ball park figure" ... approximate figure?

"down sizing or letting people go"... lets face it, you're firing them

"doing a brain dump" makes me think of someone passing time in the loo...

"mission statement" how many times have I heard that used to describe a load of cliched, uninspired drivel


it goes on and on


just use

http://www.bigtomatocompany.com/pictures/large/NOTEBOOK-plainenglish.jpg

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