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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.

My latest pet hate is people who fucking live on Facebook. Deleted some lass I vaguely know from uni recently. Some people are fucking arseholes, man. Who "becomes a fan of spinny chairs"? Honestly.

She was taking up about 75% of the page every time I logged on. Suchandsuch has become a fan of pizza, has become a fan of sleeping, has become a fan of sex, has become a fan of breathing, has become a fan of I love to sleep (that doesn't even make fucking sense!), wants you to take the "what accent should you have quiz", scored 25 in a jewel game, took the "what is this colour quiz", joined the group "If four gazillion and twelve people don't join this group they're gonna shut down facebook", sent all 657 of her friends a virtual martini, became a fan of 'virtual martini', joined the group "I just gave everyone a virtual martini".

Maybe she should've become a fan of "going outside and getting a life".

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!

Coffee served in a glass. I want it in a mug or a cup, thanks.

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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Agreed, more details please?

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

She has always reminded me of an Afghan hound or some such, I dunno why.

She reminds me of a horse.

Love it

The fact that the papers insist on referring to Ian Wood's son Garreth as an "entrepreneur".

Former Miss UK and entrepreneur marry in glamorous service - Press & Journal

Now, I really want to point out that this is NOT just sour grapes on my part because his old man's worth hundreds of millions and I'm fucking broke all the time. A friend of mine used to be good pals with the guy as well and by all accounts he is a nice chap, or as nice as you can turn out when raised in that type of situation BUT calling him an "entrepreneur" because his dad bankrolled his business buying up loads of pubs at inflated prices is laughable.

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.

I got kicked in the face in Korova last night. Wisnae nice.

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.

Is that the fat one of indeterminable gender with the walking stick? If so, she's so half-arsed about begging I barely notice her. Most of the people on that corner don't give a shit and are mostly hanging out with their mates. It's the whiny cunts on Union Street who piss me off.

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'.

One of my pet hates is those homeless folk that sit outside Morrisons. Fuck off.

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.

I worke there too, it was possibly the shittest place ive worked in my entire life.

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.

I hate noisy eaters. People munching away like they haven't been fed for weeks. Disgusting.

I also hate people who eat with their mouth open.. chomp chomp..

AND I hate people who speak while they're eating.. creating the most hideous noise with bits of food lodged in their throat or, worse, roaming wild round their tongue and mouth.

It's not exactly difficult to learn good table manners.

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!

Unfortunately not.

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

Turds at my work are awesome. Cos our office has a wireless network, so I take my iPod with me and sit on here talking shit to people.

Were you shitting as you typed this post?

My favourite story was guys in my year (I left in 5th year so actually missed it), went into the computing department and stole all the little balls out of the mouses/mice (whatever you call it). Mr Webster was the head of that department. They posted signs all over the top floor that said "Mr Webster has no balls"

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

you won't know this being from elsewhere, but the wild boar used to be properly brilliant.

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!