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After an aeon of lurkage...
I thought I'd finally get round to posting a comp entry.
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(Thu 26th Jul 2012, 18:34, More)
I thought I'd finally get round to posting a comp entry.
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(Thu 26th Jul 2012, 18:34, More)
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» Awesome Sickies
Faint
Many years ago I worked for a printing company and had to process all the film and proofs in the darkroom.
The darkroom had no ventilation and had an ammonia bath to process certain types of film.
At the height of a boiling summer this was unbearable.
I'd asked the boss repeatedly for air conditioning and was constantly refused.
So cocked off was I with this that one lunchtime, fuelled with revenge, I locked myself in the darkroom (standard procedure to ensure that film wasn't ever ruined).
Then I proceeded to open some really expensive (A2) sheets of film, put a great crack in the camera glass and then knocked all of the trays of fixer and developer fluid off their shelves. I then turned the ammonia machine on and left it running and lay down on the floor to await rescue.
20 mins later other members of staff were kicking down the door to find me convincingly passed out from the ammonia fumes.
Got two weeks off and a pay rise to stop me contacting Health and Safety.
On my return, the darkroom was nicely ventialted but by then I'd got another job.
haha.
(Fri 9th Jun 2006, 13:49, More)
Faint
Many years ago I worked for a printing company and had to process all the film and proofs in the darkroom.
The darkroom had no ventilation and had an ammonia bath to process certain types of film.
At the height of a boiling summer this was unbearable.
I'd asked the boss repeatedly for air conditioning and was constantly refused.
So cocked off was I with this that one lunchtime, fuelled with revenge, I locked myself in the darkroom (standard procedure to ensure that film wasn't ever ruined).
Then I proceeded to open some really expensive (A2) sheets of film, put a great crack in the camera glass and then knocked all of the trays of fixer and developer fluid off their shelves. I then turned the ammonia machine on and left it running and lay down on the floor to await rescue.
20 mins later other members of staff were kicking down the door to find me convincingly passed out from the ammonia fumes.
Got two weeks off and a pay rise to stop me contacting Health and Safety.
On my return, the darkroom was nicely ventialted but by then I'd got another job.
haha.
(Fri 9th Jun 2006, 13:49, More)
» Bad gigs
The Pogues are Cunts
My wife dragged me off to see the Pogues Christmas show at the O2, but only because she liked some tunes by confused pseudo tory anarchist Frank Turner who was supporting. The Pogues couldn't play, their timing was woeful, their songs were variously announced in half-hearted fashion, 'we love London, here's Dirty Old Town', which they then murdered.
The band looked like strangers, the only thing that kept them playing was the £50 each that the 80,000 strong audience had paid for the privilege.
The crowd were mostly middle-aged low-browed loon-eyed dribbling catholic fascists who wore Celtic shirts and tried to mosh with their overweight feet glued to the floor, while their cheap surgically enhanced wives hung on to their arms to ensure they could get a medic as soon as their partners hearts imploded. We stayed for Fairy Tale Of New York and wished we hadn't.
Thankfully, we saw Cat Power, The Yeah Yeah Yeah's and Drenge last weekend so we've just about recovered.
/re-lurks.
(Thu 25th Jul 2013, 18:40, More)
The Pogues are Cunts
My wife dragged me off to see the Pogues Christmas show at the O2, but only because she liked some tunes by confused pseudo tory anarchist Frank Turner who was supporting. The Pogues couldn't play, their timing was woeful, their songs were variously announced in half-hearted fashion, 'we love London, here's Dirty Old Town', which they then murdered.
The band looked like strangers, the only thing that kept them playing was the £50 each that the 80,000 strong audience had paid for the privilege.
The crowd were mostly middle-aged low-browed loon-eyed dribbling catholic fascists who wore Celtic shirts and tried to mosh with their overweight feet glued to the floor, while their cheap surgically enhanced wives hung on to their arms to ensure they could get a medic as soon as their partners hearts imploded. We stayed for Fairy Tale Of New York and wished we hadn't.
Thankfully, we saw Cat Power, The Yeah Yeah Yeah's and Drenge last weekend so we've just about recovered.
/re-lurks.
(Thu 25th Jul 2013, 18:40, More)