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This is a Marathon not a sprint Mike.


I fell out with my entire work Management from 27/5/81 until around 1988, around 7 years. That included every line boss, the overall management (Chairman/Accountant/Company Secretary ), the Departmental Secretary, The Head of our large Staff Department and even my "Union".

You have to develop a strong dispostion, broad shoulders and a firm jaw.


Enjoy these experiences, there are character building, My friend.


Only the weak walk or slink away and I do NOT regard you as that, so take it on the chin, never run to The Moderators and take it all in your stride M8.B)

This is a Marathon not a sprint Mike.


I fell out with my entire work Management from 27/5/81 until around 1988, around 7 years. That included every line boss, the overall management (Chairman/Accountant/Company Secretary ), the Departmental Secretary, The Head of our large Staff Department and even my "Union".

You have to develop a strong dispostion, broad shoulders and a firm jaw.


Enjoy these experiences, there are character building, My friend.


Only the weak walk or slink away and I do NOT regard you as that, so take it on the chin, never run to The Moderators and take it all in your stride M8.B)

When I was at sixth form college we used to bunk off the afternoon lessons all the time, they were sort of compulsory but didn't actually count towards your exams, and besides the lure of Burger King or going on the Waltzer was always greater.


We got away with it for weeks until the day we went into town for lunch and then made our way back for the afternoon session only to find that the roads had all been closed off because of a bomb scare and we couldn't get through. Needless to say, after months of blatant skiving, they didn't believe us one little bit. I believe the expression is "hoist by your own petard". Didn't make us feel any better about the subsequent detention though.

When I was at sixth form college we used to bunk off the afternoon lessons all the time, they were sort of compulsory but didn't actually count towards your exams, and besides the lure of Burger King or going on the Waltzer was always greater.


We got away with it for weeks until the day we went into town for lunch and then made our way back for the afternoon session only to find that the roads had all been closed off because of a bomb scare and we couldn't get through. Needless to say, after months of blatant skiving, they didn't believe us one little bit. I believe the expression is "hoist by your own petard". Didn't make us feel any better about the subsequent detention though.

I think *Bob* expressed it well with his favourite colour post. I had been toying with a "most boring thing you've ever done" thread but his version was considerably funnier - that people replied in earnest sums up the current state of the forum for me.


As for the slightly addled man-on-man banter, I refer you fellows back to my suggestion some months ago that you all get naked and wrestle in mud to prove just who is cock of the walk. We could make it a feature of the next forum drinks. Or, you know, PM it.


BBW, I don't think this is so much about people not being able to take the piss out of themselves as not having anything to add. It's very difficult to add wit and repartee to a debate about your favourite X, or when you last did Y (fill in the blanks as appropriate).

BBW, at risk of being an illuminati tosspot I don't think people don't get your humour, and in small doses I've often laughed at your posts, it's that it's bloody one dimensional.


I've defended you twice in the face of bans and you proved me right both times demonstrating both erudition and a hint of contrition. So why don't you do that more often? Seriously you're 'shock' value is about a relevant as someone who just discovered pete and did in the sixth form, no sh!t yeah I've heard it.


It's not all about elitist debate though god knows I've been campaigning for the drawing room for the best part of three years, it's about striking a balance.


Anyway there's my tuppence worth I hate you all I'm leaving and never coming back, at least until the sun goes down or the pubs shut.

dulwichmum Wrote:

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> But with less of the smut. And Mikecg, I do not

> appreciate private messages from you calling me

> names. The culture on this forum has been

> degraded by bad language and your constantly

> referring to your undercarriage. It is not for

> everyone.


It's one of his things DM. Threaten you in a PM after having a row on the board. Don't let it get to you, I had some real doozies.

In 1996 When I was 17 I had a job working on the tills at Tesco which I did after school and at weekends...I earned about 45 quid each week which was a fortune to me and all was well until I realised that there was going to be a scramble for people trying to change shifts to watch Euro '96. Mercifully most of the older ladies manning the tills were not bothered but possibly because I was a slip of a schoolgirl, the boys on the tills seemed to be given first dibs. I missed the first England match as there wasn't anyone who would swap shifts and spent a miserable few hours sitting at my till in an ENTIRELY DESERTED tumbleweed Tesco's, unable to prevent myself from pointly out loudly and with no small degree of venom to any man who did come in (I still remember one came in for a single bag of grapes) 'ENGLAND ARE PLAYING NOW - WHY ARE YOU HERE?'

It got too much to bear when I was rostered on for the England -Spain match and I'm ashamed to say I got my mum to ring the customer service desk to say my Granny had been hit by a car, then fled, wiping away my crocodile's tears and sprinted to the nearest pub....

I'm not proud....

p.s Gran was already dead so I didn't feel I was tempting fate on her behalf.

Thank you for the support Ladygooner and Sandperson. I have arranged for my muscular young gardener to come and collect me from work in the Audi Q7 this evening, just to make me feel secure. I am so very small and fragile and easy to threaten, but when that enormous dog stunner I have ordered on the internet arrives, I shall be all set...

dulwichmum Wrote:

-------------------------------------------------------

> But with less of the smut. And Mikecg, I do not

> appreciate private messages from you calling me

> names. The culture on this forum has been

> degraded by bad language and your constantly

> referring to your undercarriage. It is not for

> everyone.



I dont care what you think say or do for all I care is you will get a terminal desease and rot and die then I can piss on your grave.

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