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What the hell is going on with this kind of stewarding? Not able to sing and have a bit of banter between fans, that's part of the fun at football. Would be interested to the company that provides stewarding if anyone knows?

Was an interesting couple of days right enough, I'm actually so glad I work from home now as I'd rather not be involved in this sort of stuff and the drinking culture in finance companies is really quite bad. Yeah there was another incident of drinking during a lunch hour, which wasn't actually against company policy but when you do it outside and the head of the dept. walks past it usually doesn't go down well. Think a lot was down to his attitude on the day he returned though, absolutely blasé about the whole thing.

Ned Nederlander is a terrifying individual

Finally / Thank f**k, I've never got cash on me.

I was chatting to a guy I used to work with yesterday, the subject of past work nights out came up and one in particular that's quite funny to look back on now, so thought I’d share. Apologies for the length, it's been a slow day, stick with it though. I lived and worked in Edinburgh city, sharing a flat with the missus, her brother and his girlfriend at Haymarket. It was during the Fringe, we all decided to go out, watch a few shows and probably get right on it. Everyone else had a day off (b*****ds) except me as work was busy, so after taking in a circus show I suggested it was in everyone's best interests that a scran should be had, before continuing. We bumped into a couple of lads I worked with in the pub, both working away from home, a large chap from Northern Ireland (Chris) who also liked a drink and a quieter chap from Kent (who I'll refer to as such) in his early 50's who no doubt was enjoying his freedom away from the wife. We had all the intentions of getting back out to take in what the Fringe had to offer, but it was one of those situations where everyone was just having a good time, sharing stories and we ended up carrying on drinking in this pub for many hours. Things started to take a turn as the tales of nights out grew wilder and Kent proclaimed he'd never been to the strippers before, leading to her brother insisting we should all go. At this point there was a certain level of concern growing for me for the following reasons. I worked for a well-known finance company with lots contractors, some of them I loosely managed and we drank quite often during the week. It got to the point recently, that the contractors in my team were calling in sick after nights out, my boss would always ask me what happened as he knew I'd be there, he never blamed me but I got the feeling he wanted to say something, although it wasn’t like him to hold back. The other reason is her brother is more or less unstoppable in terms of his ability to consume alcohol/substances, we've turned a few drinks into many days on more occasions than I can remember and I feared for Kent. Anyway, off we went to the ATMs, transferring money around and making withdrawals. The ladies rightfully and sensibly long since departed and me wishing I'd done the same, I'm essentially now a chaperone. Northern Irish Chris was my long-term drinking partner while we worked together, had been out with me and her brother a few times, knowing the recent events, we more or less simultaneously turned and said “I've got a really bad feeling about this." Then off we went. We headed for the Western Bar (I know, I know) for those who've never been it's about the worst choice of three on the triangle. It was all a good laugh though, as Kent's night had now become dances from rather large girls interspersed with shots of tequila and jaeger. He was loving it. Chris sensibly called it a night and things began to get hazy for me. I lost the other two, despite several phone calls I gave up, assumed all would be well, grabbed a takeaway and headed home. The next morning, I woke, her brother was in the flat, had all the lights on and was talking loudly to himself, still drunk at the very least. I had messages on my phone from Kent, advising that her brother was "crazy" and "he loved him", also accompanied by some blurry photos with some... women. Probably still drunk as well, I readied myself and ventured to the office. Chris was there, we had a laugh about last night and discussed a potential lunch time curer. Usually everyone was in around 9am, but no sign of Kent. I gave it 30 minutes and messaged him, which was not even delivered on WhatsApp. Great. Multiple enquiries from the boss, including if we were out last night, multiple failed attempts to reach his mobile had resulted in a lunchtime trip to his accommodation for me to see if I could rouse him. No answer, nothing. Genuinely starting to get worried now and the boss seemed anxious as well. One of the senior guys then told me, something similar to this happened before to the boss and the person had actually died! If I needed anything to increase my fear, this was it. I was frantically messaging her brother asking what happened to Kent, but he had no idea. By the afternoon a decision was made to use the emergency contact (his wife) to let her know her husband hadn't arrived at work and we couldn't reach him. She was incredibly worried and all day long I had people asking me what happened to Kent last night. Work day ends, Chris, her brother and I go to the pub to try and piece things together. Her bro indicates he left the last place they were in, tried to get Kent to leave, gave up and that was it really. Back at the flat later I have one last attempt to call Kent, which fails and I try to get some sleep. Next day I wake, try Kent's phone; still no answer, worry more and walk up to the office. I walk in and there he is, this fucking big idiot is sitting at his desk as if nothing happened, still wearing the same clothes he had on that night. Unreal. I said I think we might need a chat, he smelled like a pub carpet and had multiple booze stains on him. I was like "mate, where the f**k have you been and your wife is probably going to kill you, also, you'll be lucky to still have a job. Also please leave me out of your explanation." He just laughed and said he'd sort it out. At that point, I couldn't really see the funny side as people were genuinely worried for him and advised he may owe some people an explanation. He asked for a charger as his was broken, shortly after the phone powered on it was blowing up, ringing non-stop, he just chuckled and ignored it. His nonchalance for someone that was missing and uncontactable for a day with people fearing the worst was astounding. So anyway, after a stern discussion from the boss, he continued to work for the company. His wife came up with him to Edinburgh the following week, I guess to take on the chaperone role. A month later he told me he'd resigned and was leaving that day. I found out years later from the boss that he'd actually sacked him and just let him tell people he left, he still asks me what really happened that night. I have never to this day found out the real story of what happened and Kent has never told me either, but her brothers’ recollections of the night improved to surmise he potentially went home with a sex worker. Perhaps had a really nice time.

The thrill of the chase is more fun* *Loyalties

I've received 7 citations (so far) for jury service I think, at least anyway and I'm still fairly young. They seem absolutely determined to get me in there. All but one of the occasions I was a contractor and I really didn't want to potentially go a long time without any pay, so I got out of it. The one time I was in a permanent job, got a high court citation and thought this is my chance to get a pass for 5 years. Turned up, waited for ages, told to go to lunch, came back and was told to go home. I asked when to come back or if I should phone, but apparently the case was over. A few months later I got another citation, I sent a letter saying I'd attended recently and wasn't called. I got a response to say I may be cited again in 5 years, 5 years almost to the day I got another citation. Randomly selected my fucking arse tbh. I've had another two citations since, managed to get out of going to them but fully expecting another one to arrive soon. A friend who's partner is an advocate has said something along the lines of "I've read about the case and already made my mind up that they are guilty" would likely get you sent home.

Better?

Second is being very generous. Lovely lassie, very fond ae er hole. Actually probably a 9 as well.

This gets right on my nerves, not only the owning of too many cars and no where to park them but the parking on corners on the estate. There's a family that, between three of them seem to have 5 or 6 cars/vans and park the works vans in a line, from the corner opposite their house all the way to the driveway of the neighbour across the street. Every other day I drive round the corner to be met with a car I couldn't see because of the vans and one of us either needs to mount the kerb or reverse. Fucking annoying.

There's a post on this thread somewhere about a Christmas night out I actually helped organise, it's an alright read if you can be arsed. On that very Christmas night out a lass from the office, who in the weeks previous to this had made certain advances which I turned down, more or less got fingered at the bar whilst a good few of us were standing around mid conversation with her and the lad involved. I actually quite like works Christmas nights out* *If the people you work with aren't total c***s, can be rare.

Bit gutted about Sean Lock, always enjoyed his stuff and seemed a right good lad.

One of the last away games I attended, how awful we were coupled with a horrendous night out that followed actually changed my drinking habits forever. This fixture gives me the fear now. With Arbroath being a tough away day I actually wouldn't be disappointed with a draw.

Cadgers, Klondike, Beancross! Who the fucks in charge of naming these? Like we're running out of names or something.

When anyone uses the word beware online, I instantly just disregard anything they say now.

Were you previously "Henderson to deliver..." or something like that? I feel username changes are quite confusing for me, hard to keep track of who someone was before and if I enjoy their content or not. If people could stop doing it please, that would be lovely.

Mine was a common gif I used in our Thistle group chat, during our decline and relegation from the Prem, usually posted any time were losing which was often. As we continued to be an absolute shambles I felt it appropriate to instate Jon Snow looking very miserable in bad weather as a permanent feature on here. Also a massive GoT fan despite the final season.

Half of that should be around what it costs tbh. Last time I bought spark plugs for a similar type of car was around £30. Certainly most decent independent garages will let you buy the stuff yourself and they fit it, I'd do most servicing myself if it wasn't for the fact of it needing to be added to the VW system that it was done by a qualified servicing place.

He hadn't really done much for Airdrie to merit going up a league, as well as the below, he's just not a very good footballer. This is my lasting memory of him, real comedy stuff.

Delightful to start the season with a win and quite enjoyed winding up players again rather than just watching at home. Our defence is massively suspect though, a team that could have actually defended a wee bit better would have probably beaten us today. At least Qots seem to be worse at defending than us, but actually look a decent side, a pity you signed Ally Roy he's absolutely awful.

Niall fucking Keown man, doesn't even play for anyone now, despite being only 26. I still can't believe we swapped Ando on loan for him with St Johnstone. Until recently we've been an utter calamity in terms of signings for years. Remember watching Storer down at Ayr, either the League cup or first game of the season and thinking we are going to get destroyed during that season.

There's probably a fairly simple way of sorting this out for the duration of which we only allow season ticket holders and their social bubble temporary allocated seats for the foreseeable or until remaining restrictions are lifted. I can definitely see us doing it the most manual way possible. Also, hoping the entry times are quite relaxed, absolutely f**k sitting in an empty stadium for an hour and a half before KO.

Confessions of a window cleaner was dece too. Me and my mate found a porno tape in a phone box one day, was like finding gold, got passed around my mates at school so much the action was barely visible within a year. It was definitely not softcore.

Had a dream last night that Georgio Chiellini came round for Christmas dinner with me and the family, was just sitting in my mum n dads living room with that big dopey smile on his face. We shook hands, laughed about he final and he suggested we take photos together and wind up the English fans... Although for some reason we fucked up every photo we took. Was gutted when I woke up, all felt so real. Lovely guy though, really glad to have met him.