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By DullTrev (Thu Apr 10, 2008 at 07:46:41 AM EST) super bonus section, fun loving cowwqas. (all tags)

Hello fans and admirers! How have you all been?

Ah, who am I kidding, like I care.

Inside: Old school diary! Why yes, I am a filthy capitalist pig-dog! Summer days...!



Old school diary

Oh, I dunno, something about hating my job, pointless yearning for some girl out of my league, a bit of random angst and self-loathing. Just pad that out a bit.

Actual diary type thing

So anyway. What have I been doing since my last drunken diary? I have been happily working away on a project, getting paid what still seems to me to be ridiculous amounts of money to do so, but who am I to argue with the wisdom of the marketplace? It all seems to have gone swimmingly well (FSVO swimmingly), and the contract ended at the end of March which much booze, so all is good.

Amusingly, they seem to only be able to cope without me for three weeks, as I've been asked to go back and do another three months on some other stuff. Like I've told you all before, get into project management - you get to blame the lazy peons when stuff doesn't work out, and upper management start to rely on you to tell them what reality is. Not that I do either of those things, of course...

Let's think... ah, yes, women. I promised the Borg I'd mention the Slovakian. Long story short: Nice young lady at sandwich shop round the corner from work, we seemed to get on very well with moderate amounts of flirting leading to longer slightly stilted and awkward conversations. I never made a move, because, well, you know, psychologically damaged geek, etc., she ended up going back to Slovakia. Week after she left, her friend at the sandwich shop was telling me how the Slovakian was asking after me by phone. This subtle clue is what made me think perhaps I should have said something before she, you know, left the country. Whoops.

She's coming back in June, apparently...

Angst and self-loathing... Nope. I'm fresh out. Sorry.

Why yes, I am a filthy capitalist pig-dog

So, life as a contractor. It makes me want to go "Yarr!" every time I get into the office. I am currently trying to suppress this desire.

To be honest, I am still amazed there is that bit of a manager's brain that decides advice is worth however much you are paying for it. It perplexed and infuriated me as a permanent employee, it perplexes and amuses me as a contractor, which is progress of a sort.

Anyway, does all this mean I am now pushing for lower corporate taxation? Demanding a more favourable capital gains tax settlement? Thinking that David Cameron looks a nice young man? I think that would be a no.

Tax is the price you pay for living in a society civilised enough to allow you to earn your money in the first place. Stop whinging about paying it. Especially as it pays for me.

Summer days...

As those of you who have been paying attention will have noticed, I will be free from the next three month contract around the end of July. Given I had planned to take a nice wodge of time off now (before being lured back by the whiff of money, like a good socialist) I intend to take a nice wodge of time off then, in the much nicer summer time - always good for watching the women world go by. So, to get you all in the mood for summer, tell me which is your favourite lazy summer afternoon pub, and why...

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Just for reference, the rest of the country doesn't care about your local government elections, London. Please to not be putting them on the front page of national newspapers, thank you. Unless you're willing to do the same for Hartlepool, I suppose.

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A doctor writes.... by anonimouse (2.00 / 0) #1 Thu Apr 10, 2008 at 08:19:17 AM EST
...you need to send an indirect message to Slovakian Sandwich Girl saying how much you liked her, before she decides that Slovakian Sandwich Boy is available unlike English Capitalist Socialist.


Girls come and go but a mortgage is for 25 years -- JtL
favourite lazy summer afternoon pub by wiredog (2.00 / 0) #2 Thu Apr 10, 2008 at 08:24:04 AM EST
I don't do pubs. I do beaches. Ocean City MD. Every weekend, mid-may through mid-sept.

5 weeks to beach season...

Earth First!
(We can strip mine the rest later.)

The whole by marvin (2.00 / 0) #5 Thu Apr 10, 2008 at 10:15:38 AM EST
is greater than the sum of the parts. Beach + pub = nirvana.

In civilized countries, we place our pubs on the waterfront, near the beaches. We get to enjoy the combination of cold beer, pub food, beautiful lakefront scenery, sunshine and fresh air on the patio, and a constant procession of scantily clad beauties wandering past on the boardwalk.

When I used to work in that part of town, our manager would frequent the "El". I believe that he had aspirations towards being a professional cougar hunter, and the El remains a well-known cougar lair in the area. We left the office at 2pm a few times in the summer for a pitcher or beer, which is a much nicer way to spend a Friday afternoon than daydreaming about being outside. I think we put the pub time towards meetings or something like that on our timesheet.

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Favourite lazy summer pubs... by Metatone (2.00 / 0) #3 Thu Apr 10, 2008 at 08:33:01 AM EST
a couple near Headingley, but only if it's sunny and you have tickets to the cricket.

Which precisely you choose depends on your mood...

English Ale out under the shade of a tree?
Belgian beers in a lively environment?
Or cheap lager surrounded by scantily clad student girls from the uni...

Although... by Metatone (2.00 / 0) #4 Thu Apr 10, 2008 at 08:40:16 AM EST
the last couple of summers I've actually spent more time in the Cafe Belgique in Amsterdam than anywhere. It's small but perfectly formed.

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in the summertime by Merekat (2.00 / 0) #6 Thu Apr 10, 2008 at 10:43:17 PM EST
Up to the end of June, the Pav in Trinity College Dublin. During the winter months it was (in my day) strictly the preserve of rugby types and their permatanned girlfriends but in summer everyone sits out on the cricket pitch after exams drinking Bitburger.

UKia, I quite like sitting out on the green opposite The Mill in Cambridge but watch out for the Old Rosies, as it lulls you into a false sense of not drunkenness and then suddenly yer legs don't work.

Z├╝rich, I dither between two waterside hippy bars, one a now legitimate enterprise but former squat in a factory down by the lake and the other attached to a drama school by a river (the food is better at this one).

Tell her mate by nebbish (2.00 / 0) #7 Fri Apr 11, 2008 at 02:50:40 AM EST
You fancy her. Seriously. She can only say no - and not even to your face!

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It's political correctness gone mad!

Good lord, no by DullTrev (2.00 / 0) #8 Fri Apr 11, 2008 at 03:47:21 AM EST

I couldn't take the humiliation implicit in doing such a thing. And that would mean I'd end up having to walk at least 10 metres further at lunchtime!


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