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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Today is my last day in this job then I have a week off to move to Dublin before starting another job. In four hours, I'll be down the boozer with the lads and lassies and many, many drinks!
Hurrah!
So... what are you grinning about?
rafter
baz
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:33, 74 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
...and you are off on the lash.
Before you go be sure to tell all the locals that they are a shower of knackers and you won't miss them.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:37, Reply)
...with a cheap and casual insult to their culture.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:41, Reply)
Round here if you dont like someone you call them a 'gowl'.
It means ladyfrontbottom.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:43, Reply)
Ms Santiago is from Cork, she taught me the word langer. I also love the word Gowl. It's such a disgusting word for it, you can almost taste the VD.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:52, Reply)
and the relish with which it is said, it offers almost as much satisfaction as calling someone who deserves it, a cunt.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:54, Reply)
Where are you (before you scoot off to Dublin)?
Teach me more of your local dialect...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:59, Reply)
'gowl' is the only one I've picked up here tbh. They talk about the weather here A LOT because it rains pretty much constantly. Read 'Angela's Ashes' - I'm told it's a flawless capturing.
EDIT: rafter is pure Dub but I've explained that one before, I think. The insult of choice round my way is 'geebag' which is pure brilliant cos it's a bag of gee's and gee's = ladyfrontbottoms. So how anyone ever ended up with a bag of them yokes let alone being one is some mystery!
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:00, Reply)
and there are tales told of one of them having the surname, McGee.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:13, Reply)
I'm rather frowny today
Congratulations on the move and new job!
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:39, Reply)
I am a bit glad it's friday though, I won't have to deal with stupid fucking people for two whole fucking days, won't that be fantastic
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:48, Reply)
aside from playing a couple of gigs this weekend I have fuck all to do!
very nice indeed
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:41, Reply)
the old firehouse tonight, and the fat pig on sunday afternoon
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:00, Reply)
I've been looking for other venues in Exeter to gig at. I've only ever played The Cavern and they aren't answering my calls...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:09, Reply)
The Old Firehouse likes bands to play for a couple of hours on a friday night, they pay reasonably well though.
Audiences aren't great because people are mainly there because it's a pub rather than a music venue, but still worth pursuing.
We played in the Phoenix centre last saturday, but it's not easy to get a gig in there unless you know people. Fortunately we know several of the DJs from the radio station in the same building!
Other than that, Mama Stones is the only place. it's run by joss stone's mum, and is gay and expensive, and despite them talking a big game about supporting local bands we have yet to see much evidence of it
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:53, Reply)
whoopdiwhoop
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:42, Reply)
Are you sure you can afford buying a new house?
*edit* I realise now that I said "glasto".
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:49, Reply)
and yes I can because I'm a key worker of sorts.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:56, Reply)
oh man that's only like 4 hours away, I should totally go to new york
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:58, Reply)
Sounds amazing. I'm not grinning yet because I am exceedingly busy. Mostly because I've spent most of Thursday and this morning pissing about on the internet when I should've been working.
Oh well, roll on 5.30pm!
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:46, Reply)
*facepalms again*
Who suggested that and for the love of god, WHY?!
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:53, Reply)
The station's crap, granted.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:55, Reply)
The streets were always full of horses and carts carrying their wares to market, making it difficult to cross the roads safely. It became known as the Murder Path, hence, Morpeth.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:58, Reply)
And again Murder Path would be a great name for a band, album.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:01, Reply)
It's just tainted with memories of an awful girl, an awful relationship and a truely awkward weekend staying with her folks (who hated me for no reason). I'm really good at meeting the inlaws and get on with everyone...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:01, Reply)
that's probably why they hated you.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:12, Reply)
=(
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:55, Reply)
you're hilarious and beset by tragedy - it's pure box office!
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:57, Reply)
*gentle hugs*
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:59, Reply)
At least go the doc's...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:59, Reply)
If it's like this in the morning, I'll check myself in, I can't be seen by the docs today anyway, so if it comes to it, tomorow I'll go to the emergancy-GP and they'll reffer me into the hospital
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:58, Reply)
But within 48 hours, good things have happened to me and two of my friends :D
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:59, Reply)
Nothing's going to take the spring out of my step so there
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:03, Reply)
Especially when used in that sort of context.
Cheeky Chops, Stinky Chops, Farty Chops... It's uses know no limits and makes anything sound better.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:07, Reply)
when someone tried to minesweep my drink in a club.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:08, Reply)
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:10, Reply)
I can't get my rocks off otherwise...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:12, Reply)
In which case, I can look at their arses and off my rocks.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:15, Reply)
Roota sitting cross-legged in front of the TV stuffing handfuls of chips into her mouth whilst you and Kristine have sex over her head like inappropriate parents.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:14, Reply)
Rooty will be allowed the odd grope with her chip-greasy hands though...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:15, Reply)
Remember the Little old lady? That was me. And the big fat smelly guy? That was me too. They were good diguises.
You'll also remember a devilishly handsome chap from a few days ago who caught your eye... That was me but I'd forgotten my disguise that day...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:13, Reply)
I've managed to get through a morning's teaching without the by-products of last night's curry extravanganza turning the spectroscopy lab into an undergraduate gas chamber.
And I've just managed to get through a meeting without my supervisor noticing that, although progress is being made, I'm about 3 weeks behind schedule. It's going well so far.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:29, Reply)
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