Cum-Blaster 2000 wrote:That's nothing compared to the guy who used to besiege the Cathouse in Glasgow. This guy had no legs, a tartan rug draped over him and his arse used to hang out the back of the wheel chair. I reckon it's so he could shit where he... parked. He was a complete drunk too so he always had a can of Tennent's Super in hand and would shout at anyone within range.

Great lad.

Daddy?

terrorizer wrote:

Cum-Blaster 2000 wrote:That's nothing compared to the guy who used to besiege the Cathouse in Glasgow. This guy had no legs, a tartan rug draped over him and his arse used to hang out the back of the wheel chair. I reckon it's so he could shit where he... parked. He was a complete drunk too so he always had a can of Tennent's Super in hand and would shout at anyone within range.

Great lad.

Daddy?

I wish!

My dad's from somewhere near Huddersfield.

Half-Scotch Iain?

This has already been established: my dad's side of the family are English and Welsh; my mum's Irish and Scottish. My dad's lived in Scotland since he was nine years old but I'd still say that makes me half English. I speak like a Scot, if that makes any difference...

Any news on that job you went for?

I passed the interview. I just need them to sort out the shift patterns and then I'll start training. I'm hoping I can get a shift other than 3-11, but I'd sooner have the money than the time to waste.

Congratulations! What will you be doing?

Answering phones for Sky and telling people why their internet isn't working. From the tour of the call centre, it seemed like pretty soul-destroying work but I need the experience so that graduate recruitment people no longer laugh at my CV.

All work is soul destroying, although some more than others. Try building car doors for a living which I did for four years. Doing the same thing every 90 seconds is a killer on both the body and the mind. Sitting here at work now running the ocassional blood sample and reading scans of old 2000AD comics is a breeze in comparison. I still really really want to go to bed though!

Well, I'm looking at super-expensive guitars that I'd like to buy so I could hack it if I had the money for one. Allegedly the place I'd be working is like a school reunion (it probably has 1, 000+ people on the payroll). Whilst meeting people won't be a problem, I'm sure there'll be a ton of people I couldn't stand at school working there.

Hi, I'm Iain. I went to uni and blagged for ages about all the money I'll make. I now I answer phones to angry people.

Any job answering the phone to people all day is a nightmare. I have to put up with idiot pharmacists on the phone. Have to learn really quickly to bite your tongue. I cope with it by waiting til I am off the phone with the person before letting fly with a barrage of expletives. Not surprisingly, I have been pulled up by the bosses a couple of times I guess I am in the wrong job

Oh ffs, I've forgot who's who again. This is annoying. Which one of you is the nice crap called Ben from Bloodstock, and which one of you is an Irish failure?