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I went to the Manchester European market b3ta thing the other night.

Big sausages and hot spicy wine; the raspberry was the best.

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» Karma



(Tue 26th Feb 2008, 8:25, More)

» Mobile phone disasters

"Comedy" Bluetooth addys don't go down too well.
When a client is sending you stuff.
Mine was Cunt Cheesenose.
(Thu 30th Jul 2009, 13:07, More)

» Dumb things you've done

I've posted my wallet into a letterbox,
thinking it was an envelope.
Lot of red tape to retrieve it, I felt a bit of a knob so said to the postie "i suppose this happens a lot" jokingly.

He looked at me for a few seconds then said "no, not really."

Exit bearpookie, feeling the total dickhead.
(Wed 26th Dec 2007, 13:55, More)

» Nightclubs

The rave thing was mega.
Up till then, nightclubs were places you went wearing smart clothes. Yes, even a suit. You drank 15 pints, then at 1.50am you staggered over to a boiler, asked her for a dance. Then sort of did a Peter Crouch thing on the dance floor, wiggling your hips. You hoped for a drunken fuck, but ended up with a kebab. Long wait in the taxi rank. Quite often you'd be wearing half the Doner the next morning.
Apart from Northern Soul dances MEN DID NOT DANCE. Rave changed that.
For £25, (yes kids, pills really cost that much), anyone could be a star for the night. EVERYONE danced, and not round handbags. DJs were gods. The night started on Friday evening, and finished on Sunday night. Occasionally Monday morning. Violence went down. Friendliness went up. Nightclubs changed for ever.
The rave thing was mega.

EDIT. Raindance. Dust masks and Menthol. Dancing in service stations, cos clubs still shut at 2. Leeds Warehouse. ("Leeds- 2e's, l s d.") Castlemorton, where hippies met ravers, and got on a storm; the bastards had banned festies, and split heads at Stonehenge, but they weren't getting in here! The Spiral Tribe FFS! Love Doves. Dennis the Menaces. Roobarb and Custards. They say if you remember the 1960s you weren't really there, well I remember this period, every mad minute of it!
(Wed 8th Apr 2009, 13:10, More)

» Banks

Breaking and entering.
My mate had his house broken into by bank employed estate agents, and all his furniture put outside, and the locks changed.
This was for defaulting on his mortgage. Only problem was, they'd got the wrong address! It was his neighbour they should have went to, it was him who'd defaulted.
He found this out after going to the estate agents, and kicking off. He even threatened to bring a prosecution for breaking and entering.
Being a Saturday, the counter gimp phoned the bank manager of what had happened. Well, they shit themselves. He offered to put them in a hotel until they got sorted, and grovelled his butt off.
When my mate mentioned the press, and what they would make of evicting a family wrongly, a large compensation was offered on condition he kept it shut.
Fuckwits.
(Tue 21st Jul 2009, 15:38, More)
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