Gemmill

When my housemate moved out, our letting agency wouldn't give him £100 of his deposit, citing it as an administrative charge for changing a name on the contract. As this is clearly illegal, when they accidentally refunded him for a month's rent he kept £100 of it. Is that justified? Aye, I'd say that's fair enough. My dodgy Russian landlord in San Francisco kept my security deposit to get the entire apartment re-painted when I moved out, the dirty bastard. This is the same bloke whose son used to come downstairs, knock on my door and ask if he could have shits in my toilet if his mam was in the bath. AND! I came back from holiday once only to be greeted by the son saying "I noticed you have so and so a CD in your collection and was wondering if I could borrow it". The brass neck on the dirty little bastard when he had clearly been ferreting round the place while I was away. Should have done a Pacific Heights on him. I moved from there to Pacific Heights as it happens. Bourgeouis as fuck.

Get a fat suit and go as the black bloke in Live and Let Die just before he's about to explode when he swallows the compressed gas thing. Best end to a Bond villain ever btw.

When my housemate moved out, our letting agency wouldn't give him £100 of his deposit, citing it as an administrative charge for changing a name on the contract. As this is clearly illegal, when they accidentally refunded him for a month's rent he kept £100 of it. Is that justified? Aye, I'd say that's fair enough. My dodgy Russian landlord in San Francisco kept my security deposit to get the entire apartment re-painted when I moved out, the dirty bastard. This is the same bloke whose son used to come downstairs, knock on my door and ask if he could have shits in my toilet if his mam was in the bath. AND! I came back from holiday once only to be greeted by the son saying "I noticed you have so and so a CD in your collection and was wondering if I could borrow it". The brass neck on the dirty little bastard when he had clearly been ferreting round the place while I was away.

Errr, no, it's due to you being not entitled to it. If it was a gradual overpayment - i.e. they were overpaying you £60 a month for a long time, then I can sort of feel your pain, but if you had £1200 pop up in your account all at once and you knew it was a mistake, you shouldn't have spent it in the first place. Aye - but when you spend all day writing off £5428, £3289 and £9212 overpayments due to 'departmental error' it pisses you off. Actually - a lot of things about my job piss me off....... Aye, I agree there like, the public sector does my fucking head in. Once did some work at one of the local councils - the firm I worked for had done a cost-saving study for them the year before and identified a load of areas where they could make cost savings. Anyway, the fucking idiots implemented the changes but then forgot to track the costs and therefore weren't sure if they'd made the savings. Their solution was to pay us £70k to go back in and work out whether or not they had made the cost savings. The irony of spending money to work out whether you've saved money was utterly lost on these fucking arseholes running the place who tried to pass this off as a good idea when it clearly had "we need to spend what's left of our budget" written all over it. That's the sort of numbskulled ideas our council tax are going on.

No. If you accidentally submitted payment for something online twice, would you expect the retailer to give you your cash back? I'm afraid the "tough titty" defence rarely stands up in court. Has it ever been used? "Tough titty. The defence rests, your honour." "I refer you to the case of Tough vs. Titty, your honour."

As soon as he mentioned the tough titty defence, I knew the money had gone.

Errr, no, it's due to you being not entitled to it. If it was a gradual overpayment - i.e. they were overpaying you £60 a month for a long time, then I can sort of feel your pain, but if you had £1200 pop up in your account all at once and you knew it was a mistake, you shouldn't have spent it in the first place.

Aye, there are some movements afoot for a possible career change as we speak actually. Fingers crossed!

No. If you accidentally submitted payment for something online twice, would you expect the retailer to give you your cash back? I'm afraid the "tough titty" defence rarely stands up in court.

I would NEVER have applied for jobs with accountancy firms. That much is certain.

Get the union involved? They've accidentally paid her for work she hasn't done, I imagine any union would tell her to give them the money back.

Naked, pair of fake boobs and spray paint yourself gold.

Yeah, give them the money back. They've got every right to take things further if you don't.

Only drunken people get it in their heads to run 3.5 miles home. Sober you wouldn't even dream of it.

Didn't Edgar get one too?

Aye, it was pretty much seen as a mug's bet when I worked there an'all. National Day was horrendous though - queues out the door from the minute the place opened, and people turning up with their bet scrawled on post it notes and allsorts. "No, you'll have to put it on a betting slip."...."Eeeeee well how do I do that?"....."Can you even write? " Amazing how many people had no grip of basic maths either: "Yeah the tax is 10%" "*blank stare* Well how much will that be on a fiver." "*dumbfounded*" Aye, although it had dropped to 9% when I was there which caused all sorts of problems for people. Another beauty was people turning up 2 miuntes after the race had finished demanding their winnings, and the bookie promply pointing to his big fuck off pile of betting slips he had to get through. Aye, that was a classic. "Has he settled this one yet?"........"Not yet. I'm sure he will do when they announce the result of the photo finish. *pulls spacka face* "

So what? It was racist then and it's racist now. That's like keeping a black man chained up in your cellar then defending it on the grounds that slavery used to be legal. Are you saying I should let him go?

Aye, no one's mentioned a sweep this year. Last year I had cash on the one that was a fucking mile out in the lead when a stray horse ran across the front of it and lead it into the rails.

Aye, it was pretty much seen as a mug's bet when I worked there an'all. National Day was horrendous though - queues out the door from the minute the place opened, and people turning up with their bet scrawled on post it notes and allsorts. "No, you'll have to put it on a betting slip."...."Eeeeee well how do I do that?"....."Can you even write? " Amazing how many people had no grip of basic maths either: "Yeah the tax is 10%" "*blank stare* Well how much will that be on a fiver." "*dumbfounded*"

I wouldn't mind doing being a kid again and going to school, but the thought of starting my work life again isn't all that appealing. I'm 10 years into this torture now!?

Aye we had panic buttons on the bars and had to press them if owt kicked off - a bell rang in reception and the doormen came steaming in. It was fucking hilarious cos the doormen caused more damage knocking people out of the way running through the club than any fight ever could. It was like when they pressed the red button on the Godzilla cartoon. Every now and again you would hear a cry of "Doormen to the DJ stand!" over the mic too.

Isn't it normally at half time? 3:45 or 3:50 isn't it?

Gemmill blatently poncing in front of his mirror swinging a baseball bat saying "one day a rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets". Here is a man who would not take it any more.

Jesus, that is fucking horrible. The realisation as it's happening that someone is actually biting through your nose. Scum. Honestly, what is the point in having people like that in a civilised society.