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I asked him if my girth exasperated the situation, but he said no. I think he pitied me.

The morning after a rather large drinking sessions tends to have me ready for take off.

Lift technician's just been to see me. Apparently, having 15 large files piled at the back of the lift caused it to tip around 1 millimetre which, in his terms, is enough to 'fuck it.'

So do I Rob, so do I....

I thought they were canny funny, although I thought the xmas single was shit and the joke's become a bit tiresome now.

Quality not quantity. Or is that classed as another dig?

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Fucker. I had my mobile so rang my office. Unfortunately, this also meant they could ring me to take the piss. On a lighter note, I've just found out a co-worker faninted while I was in there. She's so clostrophobic that the thought of someone being trapped in a confined space makes her faint.

Hey, that's all pure muscle man. It's a six pack, I've just left the rest of the shopping in. It's easier to work with a laptop down in the basement, but I haven't got t'internet connection so I'm going to have to actually do work. I've been using the stairs though.

Although it does cause a lot of problems in the world and has in the past, it's also true that religion was often just an excuse. If you take the example of the rise of Protestantism in what is now Germany, it was more a case of the heads of state wanting political indepedence from the Holy Roman Emperor than believing Catholicism was flawed. 54817[/snapback] Yes, but who does have the better chicken casserole?

You look at all the wars over history and the troubles still going on today and how it basically comes down to people arguing other who's book is right. I think Delia Smith and Gary Rhodes should have a fight to the death over who's Chicken Casserole recipe is da bomb.

They both did it.

As has been mentioned, I think we had a better pedigree of first team when we came up, a fair bit of top flight experience in there. Add to that players like Rob Lee and Beresford who'd never played at the highest level but adapted like Ducks to bird flu. We also had a crowd who couldn't quite believe what they were seeing (I couldn't anyway) and so were the 12th man every home game. I think a lot of big clubs came to SJP that first season and shit themselves.

Me and my my mate were discussing this the other day, trying to pinpoint the moment we stopped fancying her. Probably around 97 we think.

Hufty is still around, I met her at a meeting a few months ago. She runs a womans drama group in the city, they put on a play earlier this year at Northumbria Uni that was canny funny apparently. Still looks like a blerk like.

Don't need to be off sick for that man.

Oh yeah. Add 'minge' as well. Great word to say.

The lift was fine, the buttons were a bit stiff for him.... 54489[/snapback] Bit high for him actually 54727[/snapback] BASTID! Actually, while I wasn't arsed, everyone seems to think it's very funny today. Including some wag who's spent the last hour calling me 'Spiderman' and someone else claiming I did it on purpose. Someone else said I should sue for Post Traumatic Stress. Hmmm...do you think that's got any mileage in it...

I don't know about anybody else, but I was never that arsed back then if we conceeded one as you always felt we could hit 3 or 4 easy. How times have changed...

No need to move at all if you love yourself. 54480[/snapback] My God you've let these bastids affect your standards.

I know, we don't usally get that on a Wednesday. He also did the 'Quick...can't...hold...the...doors...much...longer...' 54466[/snapback] Five minutes ago I had you down as the hero of this story. Now it transpires that that was your boss and you were just the silly fucker that needed saving. 54471[/snapback] I never hinted at anything else! Although I did help matters my coincidentally having some lube with me...for...erm...anyway, it helped with the door.

I know, we don't usally get that on a Wednesday. He also did the 'Quick...can't...hold...the...doors...much...longer...'

I've got a vision of you doing a lumbering version of the Indiana Jones roll between the doors. Sticking your hand back through as the doors slammed to grab your files. 54448[/snapback] The files are still trapped I'm afraid. I did want to grab them but my boss went a bit Hollywood on me 'Quick! Quick! Run man run!' Yes, I was keyed in.

So, I'm grabbing some files from the basment to start archiving when the bastid lift decides it can't be arsed for the doors to open or to move to any other floor ever. 30 minutes I've just been stuck. My so called caring colleagues ringing me to play eye fucking spy. Very funny, yes. Worse till I tried to open the doors myself which set a an annoying bastid alarm off. I eventually escaped after my boss managed to wedge open the doors with 3 screwdrivers (ingenious) and I darted out Indiana Jones stylee. Still, I got payed. Although I'm a bit embarrassed about taking a shit in there.

We'll put our proper team out this time like. Oh, and we'll try as well.