Sweet Pete

Just need to get today and tomorrow out of the way and then I'm off for nine days.

He peaked, scoring 13 goals and getting into his national side, thereby netting us a decent transfer fee for him. He's not going to top that. Perfect time to sell him.

Splitting brain cells in your case.

He'll have a story now about how he used to live in Glasgow/Paisley/Inchinnan.

Paisley isn't a city and Glasgow airport is nowhere near the centre of Paisley. It lies between Paisley and Glasgow not in the centre of either.

^^^ Should have stuck in at school.

You tell him, Ruggy. I'm too upset.

[NizzyMode]Keep pushing.[/NizzyMode]

No. You know what really gets me? The c**t's not even from the Mearns! The stinking class traitor b*****d is from my neck of the woods! Haud me back, Rugster! Haud me back!

White worktops with sparkly bits in them, and black splashbacks with sparkly bits in them. And white gloss units with halogens pointed at them, for the full on "snow blindness" effect.

Hey, wait a minute... I've got sparkly white worktops! And my house is ex-council and in a grey 60s estate, often referred to as a scheme. *shakes fist*

What is it you're studying again, Throbber? Surveying?

Yes, a sparkly electrician would be a problem, he'd almost certainly be a fire risk and definitely a distraction.

Sometimes they are and sometimes they're not. Varies from site to site and person to person. If they have a surplus of brick (for example) or have at least ordered a large amount in advance then they may well simply not notice and then just order more later when they find they're getting short. The spark is a simple case of being on the clock but taking a quick cash job and hoping the gaffer thinks he's in another part of the site and doesn't notice.

We are an industry of wasteful cowboys.

Material wastage is a constant bone of contention for me. Gets right on my wick.

Word, yo.

If somebody offers me a Stihl saw for a ton I'm taking it, bollocks to worrying about where it came from.

Yes. Currently awaiting PC's Plod and Filth to arrive at site, ask if any "Sambo's" have been seen in the area, tut loudly and then demand a bribe to stop it happening again.

Nah, he's an owner of the company, so would have nothing to gain from it. I think he's just so reluctant to consider the (very possible) case that one of our guys was involved that he's thought up an absurdly implausible scenario instead.

Funny you should say that, I suggested this morning that this could be an inside job, but my suggestion was dismissed by the site's supervisor, who instead offered a frankly ludicrous theory that the last company who hired the same site office as us kept a key, hunted down the next site it was on (somehow) somewhere in the Central Scotland area and then unlocked it overnight just in case there might be something of value inside. A theory so utterly fucking stupid that I was literally speechless and could only offer "Well, it's not going to be that is it?" by way of a response.

Disappointed to learn that The Moonster has placed the club on the verge of administration.