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Today;

Got up when I wanted, had whatever I wanted for breakfast, left the house and embarked on a 2 hour journey to Aveley. Had a couple of pints, watched the first half, had another pint, watched the second half, had a few more pints after the game. Got a lift back to Northwood, went to the pub and had a few more pints and played the quiz machine for a while. Went home when I felt like it.

The married people reading this are probably thinking it's some sort of dream, but then;

Got home, cooked a £1.39 frozen pizza, ate it on my own, surfed the net and watched the football on tv. I don't think I've spoken to another human today, other than shouting encouragement at the football.

My god it's sh!t having no-one that relies on you, asks how your day was, or fills the void of your ever-expanding waste of a life.

I'm 28 years old, am in the top 15% of wage earners in the country, have lots going for me, but am completely alone.

Have contemplated whether I'll regret this rant in the morning, but don't think I will, as it's pretty much the truth.

Why don't you go linedancing? Apparently it's a great way to meet new people.

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I aim to do that in April next year, my job doesn't really allow that as I'm in the middle of projects at the moment that need my input, and I wouldn't up sticks and leave people in the lurch.

Are you pre chance an Actuary?

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Are you pre chance an Actuary?

Nah, project manager / number cruncher / database analyst, official job title is Information Solutions Specialist :ph34r::ph34r:

I'm the only person who knows the ins and outs of a HR management system that I've spent the last two years designing and implementing, if I left then the contract I work on would be pretty screwed.

It's good for me as it makes me fairly indisposable at the moment.

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Why don't you go linedancing? Apparently it's a great way to meet new people.

C'mon, he's fed up, not hard up :lol:

Now in mid 30's, in a stable relationship, but not married. Pressured for years to get hitched by the parents, 'space on the shelf' comments at family get togethers type thing. Mum has subsitute grandkids called Hamish and Brodie in the wee avatar picture...

I've stopped worrying about it a long time ago, if it happens it happens, if it doesn't then that's fine as well. Why give yourself an ulcer? Mid-table mate, just enjoy life whatever it chucks at you.

Either that, or move here, there's a 3-1 women to men ratio ;)

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Nah, project manager / number cruncher / database analyst, official job title is Information Solutions Specialist :ph34r::ph34r:

I'm the only person who knows the ins and outs of a HR management system that I've spent the last two years designing and implementing, if I left then the contract I work on would be pretty screwed.

It's good for me as it makes me fairly indisposable at the moment.

Don't you mean indispensable?

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Don't you mean indispensable?

No, I meant the antonym of disposable, as in my job is secure. I could have used the Americanism nondisposable instead.

Indispensable would have been an equally good word to use though.

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Pregnant mate found out that her bloke was off grabbing a girl's arse in the pub and was gambling when he said he'd quit. All her pals denied the gambling, and no one thought to tell her what he was up to in the pub. How can someone do that? :angry:

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Pregnant mate found out that her bloke was off grabbing a girl's arse in the pub and was gambling when he said he'd quit. All her pals denied the gambling, and no one thought to tell her what he was up to in the pub. How can someone do that? :angry:

Did he shag the girls whose arse he was grabbing, if not, where's the problem? A wee bet never hurt anyone <_<

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Does anyone else hate the SkyBet adverts, and the idiot that stars in them?

Finchy from The Office. I detest them as well.

Also, the carbonfootyprint adverts on Sky's FA Cup programmes, they make me want to burn as much fossil fuel as possible.

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Today;

Got up when I wanted, had whatever I wanted for breakfast, left the house and embarked on a 2 hour journey to Aveley. Had a couple of pints, watched the first half, had another pint, watched the second half, had a few more pints after the game. Got a lift back to Northwood, went to the pub and had a few more pints and played the quiz machine for a while. Went home when I felt like it.

The married people reading this are probably thinking it's some sort of dream, but then;

Got home, cooked a £1.39 frozen pizza, ate it on my own, surfed the net and watched the football on tv. I don't think I've spoken to another human today, other than shouting encouragement at the football.

My god it's sh!t having no-one that relies on you, asks how your day was, or fills the void of your ever-expanding waste of a life.

I'm 28 years old, am in the top 15% of wage earners in the country, have lots going for me, but am completely alone.

Have contemplated whether I'll regret this rant in the morning, but don't think I will, as it's pretty much the truth.

:o

f**k it, I'll be your 'significant other' if that's the deal I'm getting! :lol:

PTTGOYN: The sent messages on my phone. :(

:lol: Indeed Mr Shakehands! :rolleyes:

Certain other actions from last night were inexcusable as well young man! She was wider than she was tall!!

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Let your girlfriend grab blokes arses and see how you feel about that. As for the betting, it's the lying that's the problem.

The wife was playing Mrs. Grabby in the club we went to on Saturday, grasping away at some bloke's botty. I can only imagine her reaction if I had done the same to a sweet young filly. Tut.

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The wife was playing Mrs. Grabby in the club we went to on Saturday, grasping away at some bloke's botty. I can only imagine her reaction if I had done the same to a sweet young filly. Tut.

He was gay :rolleyes:

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