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Getting into the Christmas spirits
Posted 20th December 2003 at 10:30am by Stu
I haven\'t been in much a Christmas mood in the run-up this year... more of a \'wallowing in chronic misery\' type of mood... but I\'ve had a pretty decent couple of days. Apart from having to work and being so damn tired all the time, I can\'t complain anyway. I\'m not fighting with Janette anymore, which is always a bonus.
Thursday night was spend on a Simpsons-a-thon, with me now having a third of the entire 15 years worth of episodes. Excellent... mostly newer ones I\'ve been watching, since I have had no other way to see them since Meech moved out of Drumchapel and no other bugger ever tapes them anymore... if there was ever a point where the Simpsons were getting weird, to the point where they just aren\'t funny, the show seems to be back on track now. \'YE\'LL NO BE SLAPPIN\' YER WULLIE AROOND, SKINNER!\'
A brief morning\'s work yesterday included me, all on my own, working out why external outgoing email wasn\'t working for the entire company, and fixing it. Work sucks, but there\'s a strange boost to the ego can be had from things like that. Anyway, we finished up early, as Dave was taking us out for a bit of a Christmas IT lunch.
It must have looked like these guys were taking a hobo out for a Christmas dinner to be charitable, because that\'s what I looked like... haven\'t shaved for a few days, still had bed-head from being lazy that morning, manky trainers, and a sweater covered in food stains I hadn\'t noticed when I had put it on that morning. The illuminous lights in the Solid made them glow brightly, which was ever-so-slightly embarassing, but funny. Anyway, we had some grub (scooby snack for me, man that\'s a whole lot of meat, I can\'t believe I used to eat those things all the time), and a few rounds of beer, then Dave had to go back to the office because he then had the managers meal to go to. Fat bastard. Me and Cuff and Gee hung around for a few more beers, with the intention of heading home in time for dinner, but as it tends to go with me and Cuff, \'a few more beers\' just wasn\'t good enough, and we decided to make a night of it and go gatecrash the managers night, which was taking place in the Republic beer thingy (whatever it was called).
Posh, if you read this, the bizarre Bee Gees \'tribute\' you may have found on your phone\'s voicemail was actually me. Don\'t ask what it was about, just be honoured that out of everyone in the world we could have called to join us, we called you for some reason.
We found no managers there so got stuck into their fantastic selection of whiskeys. We then realised the managers were all round the back area. Oh, how funny it was to see the looks on their faces, as the manky IT plebs fell round the corner and straight into their next drinks order. Some of them thought it was funny to see us, some of them said \'thank fuck you guys are here, this lot are miserable bastards\', some of them (mostly the newer/younger ones) were really offended because they no longer felt big and important with normal staff invading their night out. Cuff\'s missus Joanne (who rokks!) came out to have a few with us, and very quickly got as steaming as us... no kidding when I say that selection of whiskeys was fantastic (the beer too), I\'ve never tasted alcohol so damn smooth before. I don\'t think there was a point where I had less than 2 drinks on the go at any one time either, Christmas makes people love other people more, at least when it comes to getting the drinks in.
The managers all then decided to go to another pub, my boss stayed behind for a bit, so we could spend some time telling Cuff why he rocks, and telling Graham why he sucks, and I believe even I came to the conclusion that I\'m a prick but it doesn\'t matter because I\'m leaving anyway. The usual mad drunken work banter, which always seems so profound at the time.
I don\'t know if we were intending to follow the managers or what, but by that point I was hammered to the point of utter stupidity. Cuff had decided he needed to pee in Buchanan Street, but picked a rather public place... cue me, who circled round him, pretending to be a circus ringleader, shouting at the top of my voice to draw attention to him... \'ladies and gentlemen, roll up, roll up and see the magnificant bearded pissing man!\' and all that crap. Being that it was only 8pm by this point, the street was still quite busy... at least the people passing seemed to find it funny. Another absurd moment came just around the corner, where Joanne asked me to go in to KFC with her so she could sneak off and go to the toilet. When we realised the front doors were locked, I played my best Homer Simpson-styled overacting, falling to my knees banging the hell out of the door shouting \'Noooo! Why why WHY!!!\' and pretending to cry, to the bemusement of the people in KFC. What a dick I must have looked. However, the incident was made side-splittingly funny as a passer by casually walked up to me, patted me on the shoulder and calmly told me not to worry, because the doors at the side were open. Funny stuff.
I think by that point we decided to the town was too busy to be bothered with so just called it a night... we all piled into Rigies for a few four-legged animals worth of kebab, before going our seperate ways. I was suprisingly able to pretend I was sober enough to get home without incident.
I decided to watch some more Simpsons when I got home, to pass the time till I knew Janette would be back from work (since I was supposed to call her before she went to work), but I passed out after a couple of episodes, and woke up some point in the middle of the night. Hope she\'s not mad at me.
Feeling obviously a bit worse for wear this morning... I\'m thinking a lazy Saturday might be in order. Scruff appears to be sleeping on the couch, him and Meech must have gone out last night too, so I guess I\'ll be hanging out with them for a while. Other than that, today I reoover, and tomorrow I make the effort to tidy up this shitehole (and make sure no more sweaters have big stains on them).
Hey hey - I didn\'t eat much of my sar beni, I have tons left to heat up and eat today. Excellent...
Thursday night was spend on a Simpsons-a-thon, with me now having a third of the entire 15 years worth of episodes. Excellent... mostly newer ones I\'ve been watching, since I have had no other way to see them since Meech moved out of Drumchapel and no other bugger ever tapes them anymore... if there was ever a point where the Simpsons were getting weird, to the point where they just aren\'t funny, the show seems to be back on track now. \'YE\'LL NO BE SLAPPIN\' YER WULLIE AROOND, SKINNER!\'
A brief morning\'s work yesterday included me, all on my own, working out why external outgoing email wasn\'t working for the entire company, and fixing it. Work sucks, but there\'s a strange boost to the ego can be had from things like that. Anyway, we finished up early, as Dave was taking us out for a bit of a Christmas IT lunch.
It must have looked like these guys were taking a hobo out for a Christmas dinner to be charitable, because that\'s what I looked like... haven\'t shaved for a few days, still had bed-head from being lazy that morning, manky trainers, and a sweater covered in food stains I hadn\'t noticed when I had put it on that morning. The illuminous lights in the Solid made them glow brightly, which was ever-so-slightly embarassing, but funny. Anyway, we had some grub (scooby snack for me, man that\'s a whole lot of meat, I can\'t believe I used to eat those things all the time), and a few rounds of beer, then Dave had to go back to the office because he then had the managers meal to go to. Fat bastard. Me and Cuff and Gee hung around for a few more beers, with the intention of heading home in time for dinner, but as it tends to go with me and Cuff, \'a few more beers\' just wasn\'t good enough, and we decided to make a night of it and go gatecrash the managers night, which was taking place in the Republic beer thingy (whatever it was called).
Posh, if you read this, the bizarre Bee Gees \'tribute\' you may have found on your phone\'s voicemail was actually me. Don\'t ask what it was about, just be honoured that out of everyone in the world we could have called to join us, we called you for some reason.
We found no managers there so got stuck into their fantastic selection of whiskeys. We then realised the managers were all round the back area. Oh, how funny it was to see the looks on their faces, as the manky IT plebs fell round the corner and straight into their next drinks order. Some of them thought it was funny to see us, some of them said \'thank fuck you guys are here, this lot are miserable bastards\', some of them (mostly the newer/younger ones) were really offended because they no longer felt big and important with normal staff invading their night out. Cuff\'s missus Joanne (who rokks!) came out to have a few with us, and very quickly got as steaming as us... no kidding when I say that selection of whiskeys was fantastic (the beer too), I\'ve never tasted alcohol so damn smooth before. I don\'t think there was a point where I had less than 2 drinks on the go at any one time either, Christmas makes people love other people more, at least when it comes to getting the drinks in.
The managers all then decided to go to another pub, my boss stayed behind for a bit, so we could spend some time telling Cuff why he rocks, and telling Graham why he sucks, and I believe even I came to the conclusion that I\'m a prick but it doesn\'t matter because I\'m leaving anyway. The usual mad drunken work banter, which always seems so profound at the time.
I don\'t know if we were intending to follow the managers or what, but by that point I was hammered to the point of utter stupidity. Cuff had decided he needed to pee in Buchanan Street, but picked a rather public place... cue me, who circled round him, pretending to be a circus ringleader, shouting at the top of my voice to draw attention to him... \'ladies and gentlemen, roll up, roll up and see the magnificant bearded pissing man!\' and all that crap. Being that it was only 8pm by this point, the street was still quite busy... at least the people passing seemed to find it funny. Another absurd moment came just around the corner, where Joanne asked me to go in to KFC with her so she could sneak off and go to the toilet. When we realised the front doors were locked, I played my best Homer Simpson-styled overacting, falling to my knees banging the hell out of the door shouting \'Noooo! Why why WHY!!!\' and pretending to cry, to the bemusement of the people in KFC. What a dick I must have looked. However, the incident was made side-splittingly funny as a passer by casually walked up to me, patted me on the shoulder and calmly told me not to worry, because the doors at the side were open. Funny stuff.
I think by that point we decided to the town was too busy to be bothered with so just called it a night... we all piled into Rigies for a few four-legged animals worth of kebab, before going our seperate ways. I was suprisingly able to pretend I was sober enough to get home without incident.
I decided to watch some more Simpsons when I got home, to pass the time till I knew Janette would be back from work (since I was supposed to call her before she went to work), but I passed out after a couple of episodes, and woke up some point in the middle of the night. Hope she\'s not mad at me.
Feeling obviously a bit worse for wear this morning... I\'m thinking a lazy Saturday might be in order. Scruff appears to be sleeping on the couch, him and Meech must have gone out last night too, so I guess I\'ll be hanging out with them for a while. Other than that, today I reoover, and tomorrow I make the effort to tidy up this shitehole (and make sure no more sweaters have big stains on them).
Hey hey - I didn\'t eat much of my sar beni, I have tons left to heat up and eat today. Excellent...
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 |  That was YOU? I thought it was JayJay or someone... Definitely the funniest ansaphone message I\'ve had in a long while! Was this fine selection of whiskeys in Republic Bier Halle, across the street from Borders? I love that place, they have the best selection of booze ever! Sadly, I can rarely afford to drink in it. |
Posted 20th December 2003 at 3:46pm by Posh  |
| |  That\'s the one. It was so good, it made me want to sing! I normally wouldn\'t go to a pub so expensive either, but I got a staggering amount of free booze of Friday. |
| Posted 21st December 2003 at 2:12pm by Stu |
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