Cuuuunts

Catman wrote

Not really as by an unhappy coincidence the Sellers have told them to
ship the package back to the warehouse.

Still not got me goods. There are still a few skinny burds to hear from
before the grand finale when the plot will reveal itself and I either
get my goods and **** off out of their lives forever or I don't and I
take them to the small claims cleaners for return of The Cancellation
Fee that they are threatening to charge and interest accruing as of
close of business tomorrow.

 

But good hit in getting far enough up the ladder to find someone that sounds
like they may be able to have an effect.

Cool.

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Catman wrote

It doesn't actually matter where they are on the ladder, I don't care a
shit what their job title is, it is the finding somebody who sounds like
they are actually doing something about that it is the trick as far as I
am concerned.

 

I haven't heard that for *years*.

 

There was one on the local radio tonight. I almost crashed the car shouting
at the radio for her to shut the &%& up.

 

Crossbow

 

porl scribbled:

Who said 'bits'? It was a singular 'middle'.

The rest of the UK?

My first impression of London after getting off the train at Euston and
getting out of the station was "God, this place stinks". Zero fresh
air. [1]

Another thought after my interview at the Uni and wandering round
places unknown and seeing no one and hardly any cars was "Absolutely
no-one must live here, its like a ghost town". This was the bit with
all the banks / financial businesses in.

After being there umpteen times now I now know its 'Big', that big if
you're stuck in the middle late in the evening you have to walk for
ages to find life. [2]

It just feels odd to someone not used to a place the size London is.



[1] It was hot, verrry hot and you could smell the stagnant drains and
dust.
[2] I've learned the trick now. Use the tube. Avoid the centre after
7pm and head for the interesting bits.

 

Bear scribbled:

A knuckle sandwich?

 

London smelled like a rose compared to Mexico City.

 

Er...ok. Calm down.

No pulling the wool over your eyes, is there.

 

By "centre" you mean the City don't you?

 

Or Paris..

Phil

 

porl scribbled:

Calm down? CALM DOWN? I demand my rights to be Unreasonably Insanely
Furious of Milton Keynes!

Nah, hate using bobble hats me.

 

dwb scribbled:

Err, bits where when all the shops and businesses shut, so does
everything else because everyones gone home. Is that known as the
'City'?

And then you get a couple of tube stops away and find out thats where
everyones gone to socialise/eat/drink/be merry.

 

frag says...

Sounds like it, most places are shut by 8:00pm. Quite a few pubs/bars
close at about 8pm as well.

 

Or Beijing.

 

never been there, so I don't know.

 

I think you might have the right idea. Having spent some time,
including skinning the back of my knuckles and ruining several kitchen
utensils in the process, removing the rear wheel to try and get the
tyre repaired, I discovered that my girlfriend's car has had a tyre
slashed. Utter utter cunts.