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Went for a pizza last night with a lad that leaves the company today. He's going to work at a company i know a few at and I put in a good word for him. 

 

We've got on well, done some cracking projects together and I am sad to see him go as he's a decent engineer but he's also a good person and a good personality to have in the office. 

 

Moral is a bit meh at the moment in the office. I'll see where we are in the spring I think and maybe look if nothing changes. It feels stale and just not going anywhere. 

 

Anyway I moved my day off to today. Wife has half day so going for a bike ride this morning then going out for dinner with her and a mooch about a couple of shops I think. 

 

Enjoy Friday ladies and gents. 

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21 minutes ago, Gemmill said:

I've got to produce some slides for the Board. 😑


Things are boring enough on here at the moment without you forcing us to sit through one of your PowerPoint presentations.

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3 hours ago, Gemmill said:

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Andrew's new nickname just dropped. 

 

I assume that's Rotorua (but potentially could be a lot of places in NZ). Permanent eggy fart smells as soon as you venture outside.

 

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Rotorua, twinned with Penrith. 

 

Apparently its Lower Hutt city, next to Wellington. You'd think with sucha small population, the hobbits could sort their shit out.  

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35 minutes ago, Holden McGroin said:

Permanent eggy fart smells as soon as you venture outside.

If everyone just pretends it’s one of their own, problem solved with a bonus boost to civic pride. 

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Friday night in, having a couple of drinks, chilling, couple of mates having a bit of crack via WhatsApp.....

 

The Crack:

 

Mate 1:

 

"Last time I had ibuprofen was on me 60th birthday…I wasn’t feeling too good and me and Jane had the night in Berwick, had curry for lunch and Turkish for evening meal…as well as about 8 Ibuprofen…then the next day we went to Holy Island and we were about a mile away from the public toilets and the previous days Ibuprofen / food kicked in and despite a rather speedy walk to get to the bogs..I failed to reach them and shat my pants..I blamed it on turning 60.

 

It wasn’t amusing at the time…though I do laugh now. Anyway, I got to the bogs as the last 100 yards or so were rather arse clenching as my guts certainly weren’t empty. I got ito the cubicle, dropped me trousers, peeled me boxers off me arse and sat on the bog…caked arse and boxers full of mud, and the smell unbearable. I took my socks, shoes and jeans off…gave my arse a wash with the bog water, and wiped myself clean with my socks, then dumped me socks and boxers down the bog, and put me jeans and socks back on. I didn’t feel dirty at all…and that was that.

 

I’m glad I was of assistance to humour you chaps on this glorious evening…I don’t want to get into the drive home, but I thought I cleaned up thoroughly…and I was clearly acclimatised to my stench…Jane had difficulties driving without wretching. If it’s any consolation I haven’t shat myself since."

 

Mate 2:

 

I’ve had a similar experience myself. I drank Guinness for two days with the lads a few years back. We were playing cards in a pub in Durham when I indulged in a slight botty burp. I realised when I stood up that my arse and back were covered in black shite. Fortunately, I was wearing a trendy cardigan so I tied it around my waist until we got to the next pub. When I carried out a site survey I discovered that my worst fears had indeed come to pass. I spent a good 15 minutes raking out my 501’s and generally cleaning myself up. The train ride back was a little challenging as my chums took great pleasure in my misfortune."

 

I recounted this tale....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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9 hours ago, Renton said:

Rotorua, twinned with Penrith. 

 

Apparently its Lower Hutt city, next to Wellington. You'd think with sucha small population, the hobbits could sort their shit out.  

 

We've got tories in government. No surprise they've managed to fuck this up  

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6 minutes ago, Howmanheyman said:

Friday night in, having a couple of drinks, chilling, couple of mates having a bit of crack via WhatsApp.....

 

The Crack:

 

Mate 1:

 

"Last time I had ibuprofen was on me 60th birthday…I wasn’t feeling too good and me and Jane had the night in Berwick, had curry for lunch and Turkish for evening meal…as well as about 8 Ibuprofen…then the next day we went to Holy Island and we were about a mile away from the public toilets and the previous days Ibuprofen / food kicked in and despite a rather speedy walk to get to the bogs..I failed to reach them and shat my pants..I blamed it on turning 60.

 

It wasn’t amusing at the time…though I do laugh now. Anyway, I got to the bogs as the last 100 yards or so were rather arse clenching as my guts certainly weren’t empty. I got ito the cubicle, dropped me trousers, peeled me boxers off me arse and sat on the bog…caked arse and boxers full of mud, and the smell unbearable. I took my socks, shoes and jeans off…gave my arse a wash with the bog water, and wiped myself clean with my socks, then dumped me socks and boxers down the bog, and put me jeans and socks back on. I didn’t feel dirty at all…and that was that.

 

I’m glad I was of assistance to humour you chaps on this glorious evening…I don’t want to get into the drive home, but I thought I cleaned up thoroughly…and I was clearly acclimatised to my stench…Jane had difficulties driving without wretching. If it’s any consolation I haven’t shat myself since."

 

Mate 2:

 

I’ve had a similar experience myself. I drank Guinness for two days with the lads a few years back. We were playing cards in a pub in Durham when I indulged in a slight botty burp. I realised when I stood up that my arse and back were covered in black shite. Fortunately, I was wearing a trendy cardigan so I tied it around my waist until we got to the next pub. When I carried out a site survey I discovered that my worst fears had indeed come to pass. I spent a good 15 minutes raking out my 501’s and generally cleaning myself up. The train ride back was a little challenging as my chums took great pleasure in my misfortune."

 

I recounted this tale....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Didn't anyone pick him up that he put his socks down the bog as well as putting his socks back on? Which was it? 

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Just now, wykikitoon said:

Didn't anyone pick him up that he put his socks down the bog as well as putting his socks back on? Which was it? 

 

He's probably pissed and confused, he is 61 I believe? :D

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9 hours ago, Renton said:

Rotorua, twinned with Penrith. 

 

Apparently its Lower Hutt city, next to Wellington. You'd think with sucha small population, the hobbits could sort their shit out.  


We pulled into a campsite in Lower Hutt when we were out there. It was near the train station and the plan was to get the train into and out of one of the greatest drinking cities on the planet for a few days. We drove in and the place had a distinctly bad vibe to it. A couple of plainly fucked up “camp mates” were wandering around bombed about 2pm in afternoon. There were beaten up 30 year Toyotas and ancient statics… it looked like Charles Manson’s commune in Once upon a time in Hollywood :lol: we just turned round and ended up parking up in a car park in the suburbs of Wellington. I’d recommend the city to anyone, have you been @Andrew

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26 minutes ago, Howmanheyman said:

 

He's probably pissed and confused, he is 61 I believe? :D

He did both. Put his socks down the big to rinse them, then put them on. 

I mean, who hasn't? 

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13 minutes ago, PaddockLad said:

it looked like Charles Manson’s commune in Once upon a time in Hollywood :lol: 

 

You've fucking done it now. MF:

 

Head Scratch What GIF by The Steve Wilkos Show

 

Hmmmmm. 

 

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You going to Lower Hutt City mate? 

 

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1 hour ago, PaddockLad said:


We pulled into a campsite in Lower Hutt when we were out there. It was near the train station and the plan was to get the train into and out of one of the greatest drinking cities on the planet for a few days. We drove in and the place had a distinctly bad vibe to it. A couple of plainly fucked up “camp mates” were wandering around bombed about 2pm in afternoon. There were beaten up 30 year Toyotas and ancient statics… it looked like Charles Manson’s commune in Once upon a time in Hollywood :lol: we just turned round and ended up parking up in a car park in the suburbs of Wellington. I’d recommend the city to anyone, have you been @Andrew

 

To wellington? Aye a couple of times. 

 

Lovely city to spend a few days in, though flying in is awful by all accounts, windy as fuck.

 

Some great food, the weta workshop, Te Papa museum with the Gallipoli exhibit is one of the most incredible things Ive ever seen. 

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4 minutes ago, Andrew said:

 

To wellington? Aye a couple of times. 

 

Lovely city to spend a few days in, though flying in is awful by all accounts, windy as fuck.

 

Some great food, the weta workshop, Te Papa museum with the Gallipoli exhibit is one of the most incredible things Ive ever seen. 


Yeah we went to the Gallipoli exhibit at the National Museum. My great grandfather was at Gallipoli with the ANZACS, he was in the KOSBs. Dad told us he had a graze on his forehead where a bullet had strafed him till the day he died  😳

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