Morrisons, Meltham
Dean 'The Colonel' Kipling.


Utter Cunt.



I hope he dies in a grease fire.



That is all.
( SubCulture Hero ... ... He... .... Comes ... ...., Thu 24 Jan 2008, 11:15, 6 replies)

That's a bit harsh
You'd have to make sure he passed on the recipe for his exceedingly good cakes first.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 12:36, closed)

I must enter a subject apparantly...
fuck his cakes...

The tosspiece bullied me so hard I pretty much had a nervous breakdown a week before christmas. If I didn't need the job so bad he'dve been picking up his fingers with his broken teeth.

It's grease fire or poison... I just picked the more spectacular... I could make a small fortune on thie tickets too.
( SubCulture Hero ... ... He... .... Comes ... ...., Thu 24 Jan 2008, 16:37, closed)

Go for the story young man...
Many b3tans realise that this place is about 50% entertainment, 50% therapy.

We'd love to hear about why this guy pissed you off so badly and you may get practical offers of help if the incident was recent.

Plus you may get clicks too...
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 24 Jan 2008, 18:05, closed)

Are you sitting comfortably? Tough!
There's not much of this tale for the telling, Just the sad ballad of a jumped up little turd with a megalomania complex... He had the power.

After all, he is the grocery dept manager for the afore mentioned supermarket in the afore mentioned location. In fact, the only thing Meltham has going for it is that it's not any bigger, and the scally estate is on the other side of the valley to me. Anyway, I digress.

There was not a thing Dean wouldn't do to win praise from the boss. Rumour has it that once he was told 'Dean, go outside and wash my car' and he did. I'm quite sure if the boss said 'Dean, tongue my arsehole until it's spotless' Dean would be on his knees before the end of the sentence. He had this tiny bit of power in a shitbox supermarket in the arse end of the universe and it went to his head. He marched it all around like Hitler.

There wasn't a person in that building who liked him, there wasn't anything likable about him. This was borne out by me joining the department as his second and immediately winning over the team simply because I wasn't a cunt. He hated that... That a complete stranger could walk in and undermine him without even trying.

Long story short, he made life needlessly difficult for me, leaving stuff undone so that I'd have to run around later to get it done, blaming me for things he didn't do, getting the boss to tannoy me every ten minutes for the slightest thing, and then kicking off because I spent so much time running around on fool's errands of his devising, and verbally abusing me and relishing the thought he might actually be hurting me and breaking my spirit.

But hey, I'm a big boy, I sucked it up. I know I'm better than him. I had two options, telling someone had been tried previously and achieved exactly nothing. Rallying a deparmental walk out didn't work either. I could either suck it up and look after my team or I could wheel about and smash his face through the wall. As christmas came along the additional stress caused by the general public proved too much and my brain broke and had to be relieved of duty... and when I was able to go face going back to work I had to be relocated to a different dept.

He on the other hand is still where he was, still wanting to have the bumsexings with the boss, still acting like some closet dwelling pvc-clad hitlerite, treating people like shit and generally being a cunt.

Of course, now that I don't work there he's fair game, dark alleyway, cricketbat, swandive down a flight of stairs. I don't think I'd have any trouble finding someone to provide me with an alibi either.
( SubCulture Hero ... ... He... .... Comes ... ...., Thu 24 Jan 2008, 19:26, closed)

Who needs pricks like that?
Sounds like a complete wanker to me.I say kick his fucking head in.
( Stu71 ....bad money dies, I love the scene, Fri 25 Jan 2008, 16:28, closed)

He sounds like a tosser of the first water.
I think killing him might be a bit of an overreaction, though. You could just castrate him up a bit with a pair of scissors.

Love the word 'bumsexings', by the way. That's gone into my mental dictionary, boy-howdy.
(Sir Harrington Titsmith disgraced himself on, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 14:38, closed)