The Virtual Pub
Come Inside... => Saloon Bar => Topic started by: Nick on August 06, 2008, 09:00:52 AM
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As has often been reported I hate Scotland with a vengeance.
As luck would have it I am at the start of a project which, for the next FOUR YEARS, will take me all over effing Scotland.
As part of the incpetion phase I have to contact a number of Scottish types to find out when the organsiations they work for are merging.The mergers are happening, I just want to know WHEN.
every single enquiry gets the response "WHo are you and why do you want to know?". It's not a f*cking state secret you porridge wogs, I just want a date from you. cussing:
Then I have to get hold of some public documents.There are clicky links to .pdf files on their websites. ONe clicks the clicky links and one is asked for a f*cking PASSWORD. I request a password.
"Who are you and why do you want one?"
Because you tartan hat wearing Mars bar munching bastards this is public sector taxpayers' money and these documents are meant to be in the public domain. Just tell me what I want to know!!! cussing:
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As has often been reported I hate Scotland with a vengeance.
As luck would have it I am at the start of a project which, for the next FOUR YEARS, will take me all over effing Scotland.
As part of the incpetion phase I have to contact a number of Scottish types to find out when the organsiations they work for are merging.The mergers are happening, I just want to know WHEN.
every single enquiry gets the response "WHo are you and why do you want to know?". It's not a f*cking state secret you porridge wogs, I just want a date from you. cussing:
Then I have to get hold of some public documents.There are clicky links to .pdf files on their websites. ONe clicks the clicky links and one is asked for a f*cking PASSWORD. I request a password.
"Who are you and why do you want one?"
Because you tartan hat wearing Mars bar munching bastards this is public sector taxpayers' money and these documents are meant to be in the public domain. Just tell me what I want to know!!! cussing:
They do make nice beverages though.
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(Not Irn-Bru obviously)
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My hatred (which is fuelled by Brown and the other porridge wogs) stems from a "holiday" in Scotland over 20 years ago in which the chap I was renting a cottage from turned out to be a rabid Wee Free who came round and accused us, virutally daily, of "fornicating under his roof" (not inaccurately).
Also a local restaruant which hoovered around under our feet while we were eating (at 7.30 in the evening) as a way of hastening our departure.
See also: dogs attacking car tyres.
Bastards
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Since only 33% of people living in Scotland are actually Scottish you are probably dealing with English immigrants ~ See Census returns passim. whistle:
Much like Wales really ~ the only Welsh left here are those too dozy to earn a living elsewhere and a few rabid Nationalists living in perpetual hope.
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Who are the other 67% then? They presumably breed with their cousins. cussing:
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Who are the other 67% then? They presumably breed with their cousins. cussing:
Like I said ~ mostly English making money out of the "Barnett Formula" by which Scotland receives more £££s from Westminster per head of population than does England..
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Traitors.
Renew Hadrian's Wall. cussing: Send them all back cussing:
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Easy to see that English is your subject and not History or even Geography ......
Hadrian's wall is nowhere near the border whistle:
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It's near enough! evil:
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I like Scotland and I like the jocks.
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Berek. You do realise that that is no recommendation coming from you!
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I suspect that Berek was born within spitting distance of the Hadrian's Wall since it runs from Wallsend-on-Tyne in the east to Bowness on the Solway Firth in the west. whistle:
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I was born in Cullercoats
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cullercoats
you'd expect this to make me a Newcastle supporter but my old fella was a Durham lad so he took me to see Sunderland play
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I was born in Cullercoats
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cullercoats
you'd expect this to make me a Newcastle supporter but my old fella was a Durham lad so he took me to see Sunderland play
Just North of Hadrian's Wall then whistle:
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whistle:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybxfZoT6VHQ
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Of course, to those of us born in Hampshire, Hadrian should have built his wall South of Watford.
Say from Southend to Bristol ~ roughly following the A127, A12, A406 and M4, skirting south of Slough, obviously. whistle:
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You may be thinking of the Danelaw, which went a bit further North on the Eastern side
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Still leave my ancestors (mainly) on the right side of the line 8)
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Of course, to those of us born in Hampshire, Hadrian should have built his wall South of Watford.
Say from Southend to Bristol ~ roughly following the A127, A12, A406 and M4, skirting south of Slough, obviously. whistle:
This from someone on the wrong side of Offa's Dyke. ;)
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She was a big girl eeek:
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Of course, to those of us born in Hampshire, Hadrian should have built his wall South of Watford.
Say from Southend to Bristol ~ roughly following the A127, A12, A406 and M4, skirting south of Slough, obviously. whistle:
This from someone on the wrong side of Offa's Dyke. ;)
Mine is purely a missionary position cool14:
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Also a local restaruant which hoovered around under our feet while we were eating (at 7.30 in the evening) as a way of hastening our departure.
Given that calamities tend to follow you around thats a perfectly understandable reaction Nick whistle:
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Also a local restaruant which hoovered around under our feet while we were eating (at 7.30 in the evening) as a way of hastening our departure.
Given that calamities tend to follow you around thats a perfectly understandable reaction Nick whistle:
Messy eater ~ obviously.
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I was younger then, did more fornicating and was not a danger to the public.
Hang on, a gang of religious nutters has turned up outside my house.I am off to annoy them! eveilgrin:
What sect are the ugly women in ankle length denim skirts who wear headscarves and have tons of kids?
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God knows.
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I was younger then, did more fornicating and was not a danger to the public.
Hang on, a gang of religious nutters has turned up outside my house.I am off to annoy them! eveilgrin:
What sect are the ugly women in ankle length denim skirts who wear headscarves and have tons of kids?
On the Wirral? ~~~~ Could be anyone of many "neighbourhood" groups led by a Social Worker or two.
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Nah, Plymouth Brethren I suspect.Nutters .
Maybe I should call Ebrell.
Ebrell is my new friend cloud9:
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My eldest Daughter was married to one of those (at least his Mother was one) ~ tricky divorce evil:
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Gets popcorn.
Well?
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Hang on, a gang of religious nutters has turned up outside my house.I am off to annoy them! eveilgrin:
Let me guess, some bizzare apocalyptic cult who have decided that you are the messiah sent to bring the end of days? whistle:
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I could advise them to do varoius suicidal thingies, but I have to go to TESCO
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Gets popcorn.
Well?
Woman was an absolute bloody horror.
We took them (Daughter's in-laws to be) out to dinner to discuss arrangements for the reception. I was paying and had agreed with Daughter and her Mother scared2: that it would be held in a very upmarket restaurant which we could have sole use of for the afternoon as well as the run of their very lovely garden. I knew the owners (We were in the same Licenced Victuallers Association) and they allowed me to provide my own champagne (obviously I could buy it trade) and they gave me a very good rate for use of premises, their staff and the luncheon.
I explained all this to the future MiL who was very sniffy as she felt a "Nice Asti" would be acceptable ::) and she wanted to "do the food". I stressed that the $3k estimated bill was down to me and she conceded that although she had never eaten at the restaurant she had heard that they had a "Good Chef with French Letters after his name".
Mucho collaspso from me and Mrs S#2. She never forgave us for that.
When the marriage all went wrong three years and one child later her "Christian" views were aired loudly to all and sundry and I had to threaten an injunction to shut her up. Nobody but me calls my daughter names like that evil: especially as it was her son who had impregnated the girl in the first place (although I grant there may have been more than one contender for the privilege).
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Memories of Mrs Nick's cousin who married a Mormon.
Some bloke at the ceremony read from a book entitled "1000 ways in which a woman should obey her husband"
happy001 happy001
Wine at the reception was effing fruit juice. Exodus to pub over the road.
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A Scottish bar stool. Obviously for a cold winters night
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http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/7546833.stm
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