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I Drank Meths (pointless teenage things you did to shock)As a teenager I spent a whole summer bare-foot to show I wasn't going to bow to rules imposed by society.
(soon forgot all about that idea when the pavements got icy, I tell you)
I was telling a friend this when he trumped my story - he used to put water in a meths bottle and drink it in public. See, that'll bring down society.
What similarly classy nonsense have you got up to in the name of rebellion?
Apologies for accidentally closing this question earlier
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chthonic, Thu 19 Jul 2007, 12:07)
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Not me but a previous boss/director blokeYou don't have to be at the bottom of society to be a rebel.
'twas in the days of the big telecoms/internet crash of the nought-ies. We were working for a smallish startup company that had done particularly well at riding out the storm - though sheer hard work, day and night, to get a new product up and running. The then management, (who were actually not bad at all), decided it was time to appoint a 'high profile' director to help with business deals, etc.
Up turns a rebelious short fat ginger moustachioned fellow who gathered the company together to introduce himself. He was the kind of guy who wanted everyone to know how important and what a 'team player' he was by advertising the facts: he'd once bought a racing car off Ruebens Barrichello, he'd been a member (well, he'd probably bought a place) on some round the world yacht race, and that he 'needed' a new BMW M5 to pull his racing car around (management actually turned him down so he had to "settle" for one of those huge Mercedes 4x4's instead).
As if that wasn't enough to hate him by, at this introductory meeting one of the hard working engineers (who had just done close to a 24hr day) turned up a minute late, only to be lectured at about morale and punctuality by said ginger tosser (GT) (by the way, I'm ginger so I can say that without sounding gingerist) who was, by now, standing on top of a table to combat his vertical handicap. This did not go down well on his first day, seeing the kind of guy we would have to be working for.
To cut down the length of this story, things started going downhill from that point onwards. Eventually our MD decided to leave and as soon as he'd handed in his notice, GT immediately started parking his shiny new Ducati 996 in the MD's reserved parking spot - just to prove some 'survival of the fattest, er.. fittest' point. Thankfully, GT also got shown the door a couple of days later! Hah - not such a big player as he thought he was. Larf? We had a serious chuckle!
Sorry, a bit too long, but it made me happy.
(, Fri 20 Jul 2007, 14:00, Reply)
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