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Why are all the taxi marshalls (sp) short, skinny blokes? Surely they should be 6-foot stocky bouncer types? No wonder every drunken arsehole skips the queue - if nighclubs can have these fear-inducing behemoths on their doors,why can't the taxi ranks employ massive scary bastards too? Pah.

Rep well and truly given. A 'friend' (i.e. a teenage colleague who adds anyone he's ever exchanged words with as a friend) added me a day before Michael Jackson died, then spent the next 48 hours updating at least 5 times per hour with either MJ lyrics, some shitty rhyming 'poignant' ditty, or an expression of his heartache about it - which was essentially the same sentence rearranged or with a word added/taken away. BAH. I am a big fan of the 'hide' option. 'Show 47 hidden updates'? Nit!

Me and a few mates went to Nawaabs last week, and it was awesome. Amazing food, quick service and helpful staff who had a bit of a banter with us when they came to our table. Definitely going back there soon!

They're a pain in the arse to serve, too. The ones at my work don't fit in the little circle on the saucer, so rattle about as you walk to a table. Annoying.

I'm looking to move out of my current flat (lease running out) and am wondering if any of you lot are looking for a flatmate? Or know anyone who is? I have a full time job, so won't be a rent-pest, am a moorings regular (so may be a familiar face to some of you), and am, most importantly, not an arsehole flatmate (judging by previous flatmates' standards!) Let me know, by thread or PM if you're interested.

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Brilliant. My flatmate is looking at me as if I've lost it, I'm ending myself laughing.

She reminds me of a horse.

Love it

Garreth Wood owns my work. Nice chap he may be to his friends, but he's an absolute bellend to his staff when he comes in.

Yikes. Korova was mental last night, everyone was pushing and shoving each other around the bar area - my mate nearly went arse over tit down the stairs because of some shovey bint.

Thats the one. Usually slumped round the side of Morrisons or wandering around with a guy and his dog, gibbering loudly about someone who is a 'fucking eediot'.

The glue-huffing she-male that looks like the janitor from Scrubs is particularly an arsehole. She gets quite menacing at times.

My god, just back from lunch at the Wild Boar, and it was fucking horrendous. Our nachos were cold with unmelted cheese on top, battered mushrooms had clearly been re-fried, and as for the New York Melt - hello, steak? Onions? Are you hiding? The cheese had clearly had enough and fucked off. Ghastly.

My flatmate has been talking about how good Milk for a while, so finally watched it with him last night. Fantastic.

Too right. I've worked in much bigger and busier restaurants, but the chefs there lose the plot when a table of 4 walk through the door. And the less said about the wine-guzzling managers the better! When did you work there? I may have worked with you..........

I worked in the Union Street Creperie Jacques and they are absolute cunts. Never tried the food (as they were stingy bastards - wouldn't even give you a free staff meal on a 12 hour shift, or even discount) but must admit it looks good. One tip though - don't be fooled by their 'complimentary home-made cider' - it's actually Strongbow decanted into a glass jug. True story.

YES. And people who slurp hot drinks. I've just discovered that my new flatmate does this, and consumes a shitload of coffee/tea/cup-a-soups. Gah.

Best - Drinking with the boys from Therapy? after they played there. Worst - Standing FAR too close to my mate as she spewed on her sister between the bar and the dancefloor - splashback is a bastard!

Disappointing. In keeping with the school theme of the thread: 'F - try harder next time'.

Were you shitting as you typed this post?

Brilliant.

They should just give up on having a carpet altogether.

The Arches is always a favourite of mine when in Glasgow. Art School and Buff Club are good also. My flatmate (a native) took me to a few pubs in the west end a few months ago which were all good, I'll find out the names and get back to you

It certainly did. Before they got rid of the manky yet comfortable seats downstairs, and turned into a wanky 'contemporary bar'. I miss the days of having a wee sports nap in there before the Palace!