» Rubbish Towns

Rubbish Towns
Liphook in Hampshire (village with towny pretentions)
Pikeys, chavs, ritual binge drinking and all things kebab related.
More and more and more housing for knocked up waynettas, and for pikeys doing their best to out-breed tax-payers.

Gated communities springing up to defend the London bound communters from the barbarian hordes
What was once a beautiful, peaceful english village is now beset by scum who you wouldn't want working in the local recycling center

It's quite easy to get punched in the face for daring to have a quiet pint in Liphook these days, simply because of all the bitter have-bots who are resentful of anyone who isn't scowling, posturing and wearing the urban uniform.

Now thats fucked up - hence my vote.
(Sun 1st Nov 2009, 23:02, More)

» Pathological Liars

Beardo the Weirdo
Lets call this guy Lyle Weardsley - not his true name but close enough for anyone who may have met him feel a twinge of paranoia.
I worked with this fella for a few years and he was one of those people who everyone takes to immediately. He was always the life of the party - he always had something witty to say, an interesting story to tell, people tended to gravitate to him and initial impression was of a top fellow.

It was only after a few months that the veneer wore off - because basically Lyle was a complete liar.

He lied about absolutely everything, but he was a very skillful and accomplished liar, the first inkling that you got was when one of the "you'll never beleive what happened to me once" stories you'd told him came back respun with him as the hero/villain/victim/stud* *delete as appropriate. It wouldn't be the first time that your own history would be rewritten into his own life-come-urban-myth.

Once Lyle had been rumbled and called out, he turned into a very nasty piece of work who had you wondering if you'd find all the tyres on your motor slashed, or petrol being poured through your letter box. When called out on a lie, he'd "go Barlow" with his neck becoming a mass of stretched tendons not unlike the old crone from coronation street - He played people off against each other by using subtle but nasty lies and went apeshit when confronted about his activities.

I ended up managing this guy and it was like handling sweaty dynamite, I'm pleased to say that I moved on and eventually managed to distance myself from this crazy - I'm delighted to report that I've not seen the nutball in several years now. - He was last spotted trying to persuade a terminally ill rich girl that he was deeply in love with her and that they should get married asap....
(Wed 5th Dec 2007, 19:54, More)

» World's Most Hated Food

It scares me
I have a strange phobia against tomato ketchup - I can't bear the smell of it (and would certainly never dream of eating any) AND - if I get any on me - I freak out, it has to be washed off INSTANTLY, dunno why it just really creeps me out....Ew Ew Ew
(Sun 18th Jul 2004, 11:33, More)