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So its that time of the year again, all the kids are off school (the lucky little ingrates ) and because of the trade we are in these days; our customers mostly being homeowners who're also family couples, or landscapers working for the more affluent homeowners/family couples; and with the kid's annual 6-week sortie into the regrettably less-than-hostile territory of their parent's wallets underway, most of these venerable progenitors have clutched sprogs by their sticky mitt's and whisked them away to the land of sunshine; colloquially known to the average Briton as `Abroad-land`. So,
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Has anyone ever got drunk from/while/after drinking Castlemaine XXXX? Seriously, anyone? Anyone at all? I sat down one day when I was living up in Yorkshire and drunk a whole case of the stuff, no kidding, a whole regular-sized case of 24 cans, on my own, in about 5/6 hours. I finished it by about 5pm (hey, drinking starts as soon as you awake in the student world ) and walked out of my house and round to my mate's place nearby and spent the evening drinking & smoking and had a totally regular evening of messiness; as if I had done nothing to alter my mental state all day other than
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Yes it is that time of year again, the one where we all pretend that the sun is shining and all is sweetness and light Yes its the British summertime once more and once more most people have failed to notice it. Its one of those British institutions I guess - but t least the garden's getting watered; buts what's that I hear you say? A drought warning on the news again? Besides the oxymoronic nature (or some might say simply moronic; but that rather implies some kind of intelligent design to the whole thing which I strongly protest at - whatever It was its not intelligent, by our definiti
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Hmmm well okay, here is a situation you may find familiar if you import from abroad: You; Order stuff. Wait for stuff. Track stuff online - all looks good and nothing mentioned about customs whatsoever. Stuff arrives within days!! Yay!! It came by either UPS, TNT or FedEx...... You carry on with your life for a MONTH, and then; You receive a VAT bill that you couldn't plan for, and is tantamount to theft anyway. You are p*ssed off! I pay my taxes, I understand that we all must contribute to the country in which we live (unless, apparently, you are a dole-scummer who's too
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Just in case anyone thinks I'm forgetting anything, such as updating a particular literary project, then yes, actually no, actually maybe, possibly, I'm just *fruitcage* ing tired at the moment, but mostly I'm outta here for a few more days/weeks yet, at least until the forums get sorted; the boards need a lighter load to be fixed and I can't be arsed with the temperamental server throwing tantrums every other post, so I'll catch ya'll in a bit Take it easy now...
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I've was wondering something while chatting to Jason the other day; when you get to your mid-twenties (ooh, me poor back! You don't get proper backs these days, not like the ones we used to have....) one finds oneself going out clubbing a lot less and tending to stay in more and not bother to go out and see people in their homes so much either, and I was wondering if the lack of willingness to go out clubbing so much is actually a sign of better judgement and increasing selectiveness in your choice of nightlife - in other words; you finally get some taste and become more discerning over where
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Ooh I likes this I do, I likes it a lot. I have to say here though that if you’re under 17 then this post is probably going to aggravate you I’m afraid, because a ) you can’t get one without supervision even if you wanted to and b ) you really shouldn’t have one to be let loose with anyway, considering the damage that potentially could be done! Nothing personal to anyone of that age but unless you have several years of martial arts training and weapon handling expertise under your belt then this is akin to a gun in the hands of someone who hasn’t ever been versed in the 4 rules; its as simple
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I thought I may as well highlight the lineup for the next few entries, as they should be interesting to ya'll (BTW; Dave, where the funk are ya mate? Working hard I hope I think some drinking depravity is called for soon though ). Incidentally, in case anyone did actually notice, then considering the antics of Bank Holiday Monday it should be pretty clear that I failed to give up the sauce. Again What I have for you shortly is a first impression and assessment of the Marushin M1 Garand and, bizarrely, the shells for the Tanka M1897 shotgun as well (shotgun itself coming in next 2
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I would just like to briefly say a heartfelt "thank you" to the kindly souls who have graced me with their positive appraisal This blog rating thing is kinda cool after all, huh? I have another amusing tale to tell tomorrow in fact so get ready for some more silliness: I'm still assimilating the details of Friday night even now; how I got to the flat at which I woke up, why I was dressed the way I was, whether my friends are still talking to me, how long I got away with dancing on the tables in the nightclub (no, I'm not joking ) and, perhaps most crucially of all (but then again perhap
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Forgive the crappy play-on-words Seeing as Ghost_Rider's predicament is what I would call `warranted emosity` I have a little rant of me own, but not exactly of the same ilk. I just need an excuse like that to tell you total strangers anything about myself, because I'm certain that you really don't give a fig The thing that really makes me `evil` = stress. As far as I can estimate, stress, in its own peculiar way, accounts for and is responsible for about 20% of my personality and behaviour, which is rather a lot. Now you really would never know it because I'm one of the most chill
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My brother perfectly illustrated the stupidity and wastefulness of the insurance industry to me last night - I had hitherto not really thought about it as I don't have anything insured to speak of. Not yet, anyway. Car insurance policies are based on the value of the car and, in the event of an accident, come in to play in relation to the cost of repair. If the cost of repair after an accident exceeds only 2 thirds of the car's re-sale value, then the car will be basically destroyed - from there-on in you have to give up your car and accept the paltry cheque from the insurers that is far
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Tied up that little deal yesterday, got knocked down on price as I was expecting and had to change what we actually sold them (its snazzy exciting Crash Barriers we flogged 'em, not those scintillating Railway Sleepers everyone loves) which I was not expecting, but had to be done because of their apparent budget, but I did it all yesterday and thats 8.8K that no-one but me believed we could ever possibly get Not bad for an office monkey Shame the boss is in a suicidally depressed mood today; I don't think he's ameniable to any discussion regarding the future of the business just now, n
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I would just like to apologise for the rantyness of the last entry I was a bit ###### off at the time, largely because the whole thing happened just when I was going to take a late lunch break (these are things that I have heard of, but apparently happen only to other people around here) and make a potentially very important phone call to my bank. I'm gonna take advantage of Natwest's purported free business advice, I have my suspicions as to how they actually go about it of course ("step this way, sir, into our Another Useless Account Sign-Up suite...") but hopefully I'll be able to
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Well I'm only a bit less p*ssed off now that I've had a coupla beers, but altogether the sheer silliness of the situation still makes me not very *fruitcage* ing happy with the way things are done around here. I speak of work, and I speak ill of work as well, which is something that doesn't happen too often, or at least isn't meant very seriously when it does happen. Disgruntlement at this point is not severe (gods bless you, beer ) but its probably going to resurface at about midnight tonight when I'm lying on my back in bed, straight as a plank and trying like hell to acheive unconscio
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I’m really hoping this deal I’ve been putting together comes through. Its not worryingly huge but it is a bit of a prover, as it were. I’ve been negotiating with a potential customer who wants about a thousand railway sleepers (yeah I know, glamorous ain’t it? ) and a load of - wait for it – motorway crash barriers. I bet that’s got your blood racing, eh? Its not exactly thrilling but its no worse than any other product I guess, and at least our reason for doing what we do is because its nice and fluffy and hippified; because its extremely good (or rather, not bad, which is about all
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So the theory goes that; we must find a partner to be happy, and have kids, and leave everything to them and they can carry on our `line`, or whatever. I disagree with most of the ideas about being attached to someone in order to be happy, I find it untrue and honestly a basic weakness of people to let their evolved instincts guide them in such a strong way. Fair play to y’all that have other halves, but to think they happened to you because of anything other than a highly evolved way of caving in to your base animalistic instincts is naïve in the extreme. That is to say; the desire for
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I cannot normally be bothered to stick links in here to every cool thing I see or get sent, I might start now ..... but then again I might not. I just thought that given the recent outcry over religion, a general lazy kind of interest in finding ways to argue both with and for my Father's choice in this area (he's going for the Deaconship in the local parish and is nearing the end of a Theology degree - busy little Buddha that he is ), and also knowing and deeply appreciating his well-established ideas about science and religion being totally non-confrontational, this kind of thing crops u
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Here's one to think about: imagine if the stories about your whole life flashing before your eyes before you die can be taken as `true`, broadly speaking. The most esteemed Mr. Terry Pratchett has used this as an excuse for a joke given, as his best lines often are, to his own favourite anthropomorphic personification - Death - in the form of the lines (between Death and a very-recently-deceased person. Hint: Death's lines are the ones in capitals ); `Isn't my life supposed to pass in front of me or something?` `YES, THAT WAS THE BIT JUST NOW` `what bit?` `YOUR LIFE` Or words
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Yup, its true. I have found a partner that can stay with me on the long journeys of life, can support me when I need it most, and can keep me going through the most difficult uphill struggles. And, one that can really help me go places. Or should that be two.... Yup, I have fallen in love with 2, peop.... things, err. Ok my new true love is a pair of Nike Air Max 360s, and what a pair of trainers they are!! Oh, I never thought I'd see the day Even I didn't expect those kind of gushings of love for actual sportswear from tubby ol' me, but I guess anyone I've met in the last 4 da
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`It was just a day like any other, no-one expected it to turn out like this... ` Actually, it really was just another generic evening of mindless drinking and smoking, so I decided to make an event of it, with what little resources I had, namely; Me My mate Matt 16 beers (yo ho ho) A quantity of a rather controversial relaxant Guns, lots of guns 1/4 bottle of V.S.O.P. Champagne Cognac Fresh fillet steak Camera phone Egg Ammo, & Nothing better to do. ...... ...... From these inauspicious beginnings we managed to have a thoroughly ente
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Straight past your nose and turn left at the elbow
Guest posted a blog entry in EvilHippy's Blog of Joy
Bloody London cabbies, right? They are famed throughout the country (`nay, even the world!` according to the gushings of the olympic planning committee ) for their unrivalled knowledge of the cit streets. Even apart from this, you would imagine that the coppers who are on guard duty at the bloody houses of freakin' parliament would know their way around the immediate area of the City, would you not? Evidently not, as it happens, because we were sent in many directions other than the correct one to try and locate the SE1 venue. It doesn't help that its only accessible from one shady -
Went out to a `rave` (messy, debauched underground-style mashup, for those that don't quite know) at Londons swanky SE1 nightclub on Friday, totally on a whim and a late and random invitation; it turned out to be pretty much identical to a festival but indoors - under a railway bridge in Lambeth in fact - in a cavernous series of rooms in the dank and seedy underbelly of UK nightlife ( i.e. the best part). Turns out it was run by and for ...... peace-lovers advocating hate ( ) busy making unsubtle insinuations towards violence!?! Ah yes, my very favourite of all activists; t
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Spare a thought for the 27 year-old woman and her daughters who have to listen today as my old man and th parish priest go to see them in a hospice, and tell them that the mother will almost certainly be dead this time tomorrow Its a funny thing when you come downstairs in the morning and Dad drops somthing into the conversation along the lines of "I have to go and see that lady in XXXXX Hospice and tell he she has one day to live" Its a little hard to manage your toast and muesli after that. So anyway, speare a thought for cancer victims, I'm sure everyone has been affected by
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Hmm. We have, usually, 4 people in our office to do admin, sales, delivery, damage limitation etc. Basically everything necessary to run the business except the accounts and the labouring. I am one part of this 4-strong team and I do as much, if not more than my fair share. I also do everything `IT`, I am the companies IT, all me on my own. Updating the website and creating all the content, answering all the emails and sending all pictures, quotes, trade info and recommendations across the internet, which is half a full-time job anyway. Now 2 of the team have f**ked off, and the
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Collective nouns. You get a gaggle of geese, a murder of crows, a lodge of beavers, a pack of dogs, a litter of puppies, a parliament of owls, a destruction of wildcats (apparently ). The collective noun for English sportsmen will forever in my mind be a Failure. A failure of English sportsmen. Beautiful. I used it to describe a group of marshals to one of them (Combat) at GZ, nice to have good humoured people like Combat who can take a joke