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Nod to stearoiad
I dunno, misread his 'retoaded'.
Probably been done (better) before.
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Edit: My first front page! *wets pants*
Thanks
(Fri 20th Jun 2003, 21:33, More)
I dunno, misread his 'retoaded'.
Probably been done (better) before.
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Edit: My first front page! *wets pants*
Thanks
(Fri 20th Jun 2003, 21:33, More)
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» Breakin' The Law
bit of a scary non-funny one, but 100% of fact.
A few years ago I was living in Clapton when the police kicked a man to death (allegedly) that they had arrested outside my flat. I didn't learn the full story until reading it a couple of weeks later in the paper, but I'd been kept awake by their blue flashing lights.
The next day I was having a smoke and a beer and watching daytime TV (I was student) when I got a visit from two of Stoke Newington's finest. Obviously my first thought was "Shit, I'm going to get nicked for posession". Instead, they asked me what I'd seen last night. I was a bit evasive (and possibly rude, as I've never exactly liked the police), so they started being a bit more insistent.
The doorway where we were having this conversation opened out onto a secluded yard and a quiet alleyway. After a couple of minutes of talking to what I took to be 'good cop', his larger and nastier mate picked up a half brick and began tossing it in the air one-handed, while lecturing me on what a dangerous area I was living in and how easy it would be for somebody to give me a beating without being seen. ACAB
(Thu 8th Jan 2004, 15:38, More)
bit of a scary non-funny one, but 100% of fact.
A few years ago I was living in Clapton when the police kicked a man to death (allegedly) that they had arrested outside my flat. I didn't learn the full story until reading it a couple of weeks later in the paper, but I'd been kept awake by their blue flashing lights.
The next day I was having a smoke and a beer and watching daytime TV (I was student) when I got a visit from two of Stoke Newington's finest. Obviously my first thought was "Shit, I'm going to get nicked for posession". Instead, they asked me what I'd seen last night. I was a bit evasive (and possibly rude, as I've never exactly liked the police), so they started being a bit more insistent.
The doorway where we were having this conversation opened out onto a secluded yard and a quiet alleyway. After a couple of minutes of talking to what I took to be 'good cop', his larger and nastier mate picked up a half brick and began tossing it in the air one-handed, while lecturing me on what a dangerous area I was living in and how easy it would be for somebody to give me a beating without being seen. ACAB
(Thu 8th Jan 2004, 15:38, More)
» Scars with history
Two vertical cuts on my right wrist
which look like a failed suicide attempt.
Came home from the pub one night to find that my girlfriend (who'd been clubbing elsewhere) had come back early, feeling ill. She's got some acid, which she offers me.
I spend the next eight hours tripping my tits off, while she sleeps. When she wakes up she demands a glass of water, which I'm in no state to get. She tells me what an ungrateful bastard I am, storms out of the room, pulling open the previously-kicked-in (by a guest, not us, we weren't that awful) heavy door, which collapses towards my head. As I raise my hand to stop my skull being smashed like a boiled egg, two nasty rusty nails gouge my wrist open.
Nothing brings you down quite as quickly as watching claret pouring out of your arm...
(Fri 4th Feb 2005, 14:56, More)
Two vertical cuts on my right wrist
which look like a failed suicide attempt.
Came home from the pub one night to find that my girlfriend (who'd been clubbing elsewhere) had come back early, feeling ill. She's got some acid, which she offers me.
I spend the next eight hours tripping my tits off, while she sleeps. When she wakes up she demands a glass of water, which I'm in no state to get. She tells me what an ungrateful bastard I am, storms out of the room, pulling open the previously-kicked-in (by a guest, not us, we weren't that awful) heavy door, which collapses towards my head. As I raise my hand to stop my skull being smashed like a boiled egg, two nasty rusty nails gouge my wrist open.
Nothing brings you down quite as quickly as watching claret pouring out of your arm...
(Fri 4th Feb 2005, 14:56, More)
» Slang Survey
*points down at greendwarf*
Think you've got that last one a bit pete tong.
Anyway a few business/publishing ones:
"drilling down" - basically researching a new product, based on a niche part of an existing range.
"actionable" - something that you can action.
"action" - do
"upskilling" - training
"leverage" - use
"facilitate" - well it used to mean help or assist. Seems to just be a way of saying 'get stuff done' now.
And so on. One of the joys of working for an ill-educated salesboy is that you get to hear this shit all day.
(Mon 2nd Feb 2004, 10:17, More)
*points down at greendwarf*
Think you've got that last one a bit pete tong.
Anyway a few business/publishing ones:
"drilling down" - basically researching a new product, based on a niche part of an existing range.
"actionable" - something that you can action.
"action" - do
"upskilling" - training
"leverage" - use
"facilitate" - well it used to mean help or assist. Seems to just be a way of saying 'get stuff done' now.
And so on. One of the joys of working for an ill-educated salesboy is that you get to hear this shit all day.
(Mon 2nd Feb 2004, 10:17, More)