could be Jim Allister, could be The Abominable Snowman….WHO KNOWS!? Right, so I woke up at about 3.47am, roughly speaking, on Saturday morning. I had only been asleep for a couple of hours so I really wasn’t best pleased to find myself awake again and not far away in the land of nod battling dragons [...]
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Sometime chum and full time troubadour, Robyn G Shiels is releasing his new ep, The Great Depression, for the spiffingly wonderful advance purchase price of £3.00 for the CD. You should buy this and not just because it’s wonderful music that will bring a warm, self satisfied glow to your face (it really is like [...]
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the BBC’s pointing at planes correspondants The last couple of days have been odd no? Okay I get that a volcano spewing it’s bits n bobs over most of Europe is a news story, especially when it brings all air traffic to a halt. I even understand why the resulting chaos caused is a news [...]
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We had a magician at work the other night, that’s right an actual bunny producing, coin pulling, card guessing man in a bad suit magician. Well you can just imagine my reaction. Man, magicians are the lamest cabaret performers of the lot. God I’d rather watch plate spinners than have to endure a magician. Actually [...]
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I didn’t do an Ask Manuel post last week, long story….don’t ask. Heh. The most common question at the moment is, “How the hell do I get out of here?” or rather, “Ow ze bloddy ell do I gets out of zis god forsaken stooopid leetle place?” Ah the French, lovely people but easily stressed. [...]
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Coconut fingers eh, how full of win are they? Buttered with a big cup of life affirming tea isn’t it, mmmm, win, win, win, win. My weekend was so full of win it felt like all my birthdays had come at once. United beat the Berties from the other side of town, Spurs beat the [...]
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I like working where I do. It, in many respects, is my bolt hole, my escape tunnel, my oasis away from the daily downward spiral of backwards evolution that comes with living with The Cousin. For anything up to 12 hours a day I get to talk to or ignore if I want the people [...]
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I had to work lunch on Wednesday which doesn’t help with my maintaining a round the clock presence at the altar of my Mac. I had to go in to serve a table of 35 lawyers. That’s right 35 lawyers. Oh how we laughed and joked and had a gay old time. Ha, my arse [...]
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I was wandering through the restaurant on Thursday night when I felt the familiar and not unpleasant rumble from the iPhone in my pocket. I returned forthwith to the bar to check what the message or email or missed call was all about. I was startled as I pulled the precious from my pocket to [...]
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So it was a Sunday afternoon and all was well. I say ‘all was well’ but you know what I mean, it was a Sunday and I was at work. It really wasn’t that well. Wellness was in short supply. There was a deficit of well. It was as good as it could be all [...]
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Sunday eh, the sun hat it’s hat on and I was free from the chains of the man that binds me, like a dog in a garden, to the restaurant. That is to say I was off work. You’d think I would have been happy but I wasn’t, oh no, not me. The reasons for [...]
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So the Carlsberg workers strike, eh. How freaking aces is that? From TodayOnline Lunch-only beer policy prompts Carlsberg strike // // ]]>Scores of Carlsberg workers walked off the job on Thursday after the Danish brewer tightened rules on workplace drinking, a company spokesperson said. The company’s new rules restrict drinking beer to lunch hours in [...]
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Rolf gets ready for ze big match Did you know that “Dine Fellow Tell” is an anagram of Well done Fillet? Neither did I. Heh, I think it’s quite apt. It amused me for a bit on Wednesday night before the incident. Oh the incident, I go red just thinking about it. It was late [...]
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Chum Natalie contacted me at Fillet Towers, via the often misunderstood medium of Facebook, with a waiter/guest related question. “I was in a cafe yesterday & the waiter insisted on telling me the specials. I felt bad interrupting him to say, listen I just fancy the burger & chips. (I know, I’m classy) he proceeded [...]
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Ah holiday weekends eh, load of oul tosh if you ask me. All that jolly japery from the nine to fivers was getting on my wick. I was in a grouchy enough sort of mood without having to deal with lots of weekend warriors in the mood for, as one delightful chap put it, “getting [...]
Read more...Northern Ireland being the odd little place that it is, is still celebrating the rise of Zombie Jesus and consequently today is still a holiday. So I’m off work, which is nice. Well it’s as nice as it is unusual. So I’m doing nothing or as close to nothing as is humanly possible. That said [...]
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This lumbering carbuncle is one George Jolicoeur. He’s pleasant on the eye no? It’s like looking at the human manifestation of Jabba the Hutt. Actually maybe he’s eaten ole Jabba. Anyhoo, what, I hear you ask is this fat tub of super lard doing sweating his pasty white face off on this here blog? Well [...]
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I have this table of four booked for Easter Sunday afternoon. Guess what name they are reserved under? “Joe Bunny?” asked a chef. “Eggy?” suggested a manager whilst stuffing his chops with a horrid combination of chips and chocolate. “Bobby…East…eh…Smith?”, ventured a waiter chum. “Mike Sugarplum?” “Brian L. Cadbury’s?” “Ohhh, ohh is it…eh…what ya call [...]
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