"Paul, you know we've not been out for a department piss-up since Terry left two months ago"

"OMG Steve, you're right. Has it been two months already?"

"Sure has, we should organise another one soon. I suggest going to the Airport Hotel. They have a really good Beer Garden there" Steve suggested.

"Lets make that in the afternoon" Andy couldn't contain the excitement at the prospect of another department piss-up "then we could go a pub crawl round the city  after dark and be a little worse for wear all weekend."

"I guess we should invite HR and Sales as well?" Steve didn't really like big groups. When theres big groups, no one gets a round in and you end up drinking less.

This blog had to be made.

I found the black thread.

I did.

I am sane.

Before you criticise someone, you should walk at lease one mile in their shoes.
That way, when you criticise them, you are a mile away and have a free pair of shoes.

Salams All,

I have a few questions:

Are the blogs too frequent?

Do you get the feeling of "oh not again mate"?

Have you got something positive out of them?

Have they wasted time in your life; time that you'll nerver get back?

Are they boring? (do you read them when you can't get to sleep so that you CAN get to sleep?)

If you have any feedback about my blogging please send me a private message.

This could be positive or negative feedback. Please don't be rude, but at the same time please DO be honest. I like constructive criticism.

Thanks you.

Though provoking short film:

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One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family the poor Scottish farmer heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black mulch, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. The farmer saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy the farmer had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

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"Mum, why do you always give me over cooked fish fingers? I like Fish Fingers a lot, but I don't really like the taste of the almost burned ones."

"Well, Sunnah, when I was a little girl you Grandad didn't know how to cook and used to grill fish fingers for me when ever my mum (may god rest her soul) wasn't home. And I used to love the crunchy ones, but he always used to take them from my plate. I really hated that, but didn't want to say anything as we lived in a different time. We never questioned what the elders done, we just had to accept it."

"He made me some Fish Fingers the other day and I put the over cooked ones in my plate because that's what you always give me, and you know what he said to me?"

Today I had a lie in, had a late breakfast, leisurly mowed the lawn and then sat in the sunshine while eating my ice cream and reading Mellron's Monsters.
All the while, the editor of this website must have woken up really early, stressed out about running 10k, ran the 10k, and didn't have an ice cream or read a book.
Hmmmm....
Who would you rather be?

This one pound fish legend gained his hits on Youtube and now the BBC are interested in it too!

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