Profile for drunkenoaf:
I'm not nearly as drunk as much or as often as I should be. I seem to spend most of my time on the web here.
Make me less skint by buying rude t-shirts and mugs from here. They're mostly ripping the piss out of the Police...
This is me, in the Highlands, on the banks of Loch Tay. Indoors, drunk, upside down. Yay!
My e-mail? That (username of mine) at the old gmail of the dot-com. MSN me? A similar procedure is required, although my MSN passport is with hotmail. But ask first!
I'm one of the first members of this:
Recent "oh so nearly was a front page, but... really they were shite" messages:
Well, Virgin trains are often a bunch of cock.
My first attempt at a pseudo-vector
MB's new game!
Was that a subtle attempt at meme-ification?
Calm down dear, it's only a facefull of spunk. Did I mention I have a PhD?
I am a rude boy. And I like defacing classic 1950's things
(Well, it made the newsletter)
Stolen by David Sullivan for internutter
I am from Coatbridge, you know.
He didn't steal my earlier one. as it was shit.
I liked that one!
I tried making this guy a meme. It wasn't to happen. Well, other than this:
The lovely In Vino Veritas vectored me.
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I'm not nearly as drunk as much or as often as I should be. I seem to spend most of my time on the web here.
Make me less skint by buying rude t-shirts and mugs from here. They're mostly ripping the piss out of the Police...
This is me, in the Highlands, on the banks of Loch Tay. Indoors, drunk, upside down. Yay!
My e-mail? That (username of mine) at the old gmail of the dot-com. MSN me? A similar procedure is required, although my MSN passport is with hotmail. But ask first!
I'm one of the first members of this:
Recent "oh so nearly was a front page, but... really they were shite" messages:
Well, Virgin trains are often a bunch of cock.
My first attempt at a pseudo-vector
MB's new game!
Was that a subtle attempt at meme-ification?
Calm down dear, it's only a facefull of spunk. Did I mention I have a PhD?
I am a rude boy. And I like defacing classic 1950's things
(Well, it made the newsletter)
Stolen by David Sullivan for internutter
I am from Coatbridge, you know.
He didn't steal my earlier one. as it was shit.
I liked that one!
I tried making this guy a meme. It wasn't to happen. Well, other than this:
The lovely In Vino Veritas vectored me.
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» Apparently I'm a sex offender
I don't wear spectacles
But if I did, I'd do what a friend of mine did in a hoity toity hairdressing salon with loads of totty in.
He started fiddling underneath the cape they put around you to keep cut hair out of your shirt.
The hairdressing girls thought he was wanking, since the older, supervisor woman called him a "clatty bastard" and whipped off the cape. To reveal him cleaning his glasses.
(Thu 17th Aug 2006, 22:59, More)
I don't wear spectacles
But if I did, I'd do what a friend of mine did in a hoity toity hairdressing salon with loads of totty in.
He started fiddling underneath the cape they put around you to keep cut hair out of your shirt.
The hairdressing girls thought he was wanking, since the older, supervisor woman called him a "clatty bastard" and whipped off the cape. To reveal him cleaning his glasses.
(Thu 17th Aug 2006, 22:59, More)
» Hidden Treasure
Poo towel
I worked for my uncle one summer-- hired muscle to move furniture from one showhouse in a new housing estate to another.
One bathroom began to stink and stink and stink. The reason? Some chav had decided to unroll a towel in the bathroom display, deposit a jobbie in it, re-roll it up and return it.
Pooooooooooooooooooooo
(Thu 30th Jun 2005, 15:56, More)
Poo towel
I worked for my uncle one summer-- hired muscle to move furniture from one showhouse in a new housing estate to another.
One bathroom began to stink and stink and stink. The reason? Some chav had decided to unroll a towel in the bathroom display, deposit a jobbie in it, re-roll it up and return it.
Pooooooooooooooooooooo
(Thu 30th Jun 2005, 15:56, More)
» I don't understand the attraction
The entitlement culture
Certain people think they deserve everything without having to work for it.
Third generation unemployed (the last one to pay tax on a wage was great-grandad) shouting at nurses in A&E because they have to wait was one event I witnessed.
Graduates from low ranking universities with desmonds that want to sue the Uni because they can't get a fabulous job straight away.
Most road rage events -- caused by people that think it's actually their road and not others
And then there's MP expenses; bankers and bonuses; "celebrities" behaving like cocks on a night out.
I don't get it. How do their brains short circuit the fact that they don't automatically deserve everything by default?
(Sun 18th Oct 2009, 15:42, More)
The entitlement culture
Certain people think they deserve everything without having to work for it.
Third generation unemployed (the last one to pay tax on a wage was great-grandad) shouting at nurses in A&E because they have to wait was one event I witnessed.
Graduates from low ranking universities with desmonds that want to sue the Uni because they can't get a fabulous job straight away.
Most road rage events -- caused by people that think it's actually their road and not others
And then there's MP expenses; bankers and bonuses; "celebrities" behaving like cocks on a night out.
I don't get it. How do their brains short circuit the fact that they don't automatically deserve everything by default?
(Sun 18th Oct 2009, 15:42, More)
» My computer gave away my secrets
There's a Professor that seems to be a bioinformaticist.
He gave a group of us a presentation (data projector, big screen) on how to search the NCBI Pubmed databases/ BLAST searches, etc. on his own laptop (a lovely Apple PowerBook). He made use of his bookmarks. One of them was for a penis enlargement site.
Was his Mac h4xx0r3d? I doubt it...
(Fri 10th Feb 2006, 18:06, More)
There's a Professor that seems to be a bioinformaticist.
He gave a group of us a presentation (data projector, big screen) on how to search the NCBI Pubmed databases/ BLAST searches, etc. on his own laptop (a lovely Apple PowerBook). He made use of his bookmarks. One of them was for a penis enlargement site.
Was his Mac h4xx0r3d? I doubt it...
(Fri 10th Feb 2006, 18:06, More)
» Crap meals out
Little cloth-eared stroppy teen waiter fuckmunch!
My girlfriend and I were visiting St. Andrews for the day. We went to a restaurant/hotel place called the Oak Rooms for our dinner.
I'm a vegetarian, and I think this might have caused some confusion later on.
First, they wouldn't let me in the place (I have short cropped hair and look a bit... tasty in a fight?). "Oh, we're fully booked till nine".
Then, when they hear my accent, they had a table after all. (Hooray, he's not a local Fife nutter!)
Empty room. Hmm. A 15 year old boy took our order-- for starters I wanted Nachos without beef Chilli, my griflriend wanted Nachos with Beef chilli.
30 mins later. 2 beef chilli nachos. We ask the waitress to change my order as the boy had got it wrong. She wanders off to say something to him, he gets annoyed, we hear him tell her that we had lied, he fucked off in a strop, and then she came back and tried to imply that we'd lied to him and shouldn't try and change our order! (like I'd change a lifetime of vegetarianism to have some stewed and fried beef on some corn-snacks)
Bitch!
Waited ages for the main course; plain, dull, microwave reheat of previously cooked food-job, then waited forever for the bill. I went to the bar to pay the damn bill, and some
hotel guests were complaining that their expensive and posh room that they'd just checked into had dirty sheets with blood on them. Nice.
A place to avoid.
(Fri 28th Apr 2006, 16:08, More)
Little cloth-eared stroppy teen waiter fuckmunch!
My girlfriend and I were visiting St. Andrews for the day. We went to a restaurant/hotel place called the Oak Rooms for our dinner.
I'm a vegetarian, and I think this might have caused some confusion later on.
First, they wouldn't let me in the place (I have short cropped hair and look a bit... tasty in a fight?). "Oh, we're fully booked till nine".
Then, when they hear my accent, they had a table after all. (Hooray, he's not a local Fife nutter!)
Empty room. Hmm. A 15 year old boy took our order-- for starters I wanted Nachos without beef Chilli, my griflriend wanted Nachos with Beef chilli.
30 mins later. 2 beef chilli nachos. We ask the waitress to change my order as the boy had got it wrong. She wanders off to say something to him, he gets annoyed, we hear him tell her that we had lied, he fucked off in a strop, and then she came back and tried to imply that we'd lied to him and shouldn't try and change our order! (like I'd change a lifetime of vegetarianism to have some stewed and fried beef on some corn-snacks)
Bitch!
Waited ages for the main course; plain, dull, microwave reheat of previously cooked food-job, then waited forever for the bill. I went to the bar to pay the damn bill, and some
hotel guests were complaining that their expensive and posh room that they'd just checked into had dirty sheets with blood on them. Nice.
A place to avoid.
(Fri 28th Apr 2006, 16:08, More)