Sounds similar to ours. I felt so sorry for him, his presence was pointless.
Sandwich men visiting your place of work are useful if you work in some godforsaken industrial estate where the nearest shop is eight miles away. But our office is bang next to Oxford Circus, we're not exactly starved...
Come on, get real Silent Bob.
Everyone knows McGhee should be sacked after 11 minutes of the game on Saturday against Rotherham. Then we can get a proper manager in - someone like Martin O'Neill for example, who's on record as having turned down Newcastle, Villa and Middlesborough this summer...
At least you don't work next to Oxford Street.
Practically every week someone from my office gets their card skinned (or whatever it's called) at one of the cashpoints round here. You just can't use them any more, have to go to M&S or somewhere like that and get cashback instead.
For fucks sake. That was my savings for my summer holiday. You utter utter **** Speilbollocks!!!! I am NEVER EVER going to open another ****ing thread by you again. Ever. I am now £200 out of pocket. I might as well have just opened the office window and thrown the notes out. :angry: :angry...
Adopt the American approach.
Go in and bark: "Gimme dolphin friendly fresh white toonermayo not pink toonermayo on organic rye stonegrain with no sunflower seeds easy on the extra mayo sunny side up open non fat dressing with extra turmayto to go."
That'll wipe the attitude off her face...
After Tom Simpson keeled over and died halfway up Mt Ventoux, full of amphetamine and methylamphetamine. Never mind the fact he'd had the customary cognac at the foot of the climb too.
It was very dodgy how one day he was left for dead in the Alps, everyone said he'd lost the chance, and then the very next day he comes back and blows everyone away. Best night's kip ever that. Or just a big shot of drugs in the butt?