snowychap Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 Yep. Welcome to BST. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Meath_Villan Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 We're in summertime ??? Where the **** did spring go Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
villaajax Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 We swapped it for double winter which means next year we get two springs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PussEKatt Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 I was in London in September and October and the wether was fantastic ( actually the wether in September was just like here in Perth ) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ingram85 Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 But it depends on whether the weather was the wether you described. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PussEKatt Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 You have lost me there,lets just say that we had a whole month of blue skies and sunshine in September.Not what I was expecting in England ?! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Rev Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 You can prove anything with statistics. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CarewsEyebrowDesigner Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 ****' ****. NI's licensing laws are peculiar. They stopped serving drink at 10 here. So I'm home. But that wasn't the most peculiar aspect of my night. See, I never really bother with pubs, because I always, and I really mean always, attract the oddest bunch of people you could imagine. Today, for example, having had a few Guinness during the Villa match (shit second half, AGAIN), I went to the bathroom. Nothing unusual there, except for a middle aged man hanging around. He asked my name. I said 'Michael'. He said it was nice to meet me. Odd, but I locked myself in a cubicle and thought I dealt with this advance adequately. Alas, I emerged from the toilet only to find the aforementioned man still there. He said 'Could we keep in touch?'. I said 'No'. He asked, rather taken aback, ' Why not?' and I said 'Uh.. I'm a... busy.. guy', and ran from the bathroom. That wasn't the weird part. Later in the evening, having switched to Magners, as one needs a break from Guinness after a while, I went out for a cheeky smoke. It was cold, and I was a bit tired, so I sat at a picnic table and smoked. I was then approached by a woman. We talked, she seemed nice enough, a pleasant girl. She told me how she was a mega lesbian but was also into boys. I ignored the classification issues at play and asked if she had a good night. Then, all of a sudden, she threw aside her cigarette and asked for a kiss. I duly obliged, being rather inebriated at this stage. However, I, being a wee shite and all, wanted to call it at that. Mouth full of saliva, nice to meet you dear, now I wish to go back to my drink. She proved keener for my good self than I imagined. I attempted to disappear into the bathroom, as it is universally accepted as a safe zone. Alas, mid-piss in a cubicle in stormed the rather drunk lady. She asked the punters if they loved life, they responded with 'If I stormed into a woman's bathroom I'd be locked up.'. She opened my cubicle (the lock was insufficient - a matter for the pubs administration, and I'll raise it at the next opportunity) and told me to hurry the **** up. I wasn't sure what she implied. Stop pissing? Did she want to use the toilet? In the male bathroom? Did she want your good narrator? I didn't hang around to find out. I left the pub in quite a hurry and went home. This is why I don't go out often. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ingram85 Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 Note to self: Don't go out drinking with CED. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xann Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 This is why I don't go out often. It sounds like you're a Looney Magnet. I have two friends with the same condition. Used to live in fear of what would happen if these two people ever met. The three of you being in the same room could spell the end of everything. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baselayers Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 (edited) Oh dear if someone asks you to watch the Basketball player's injury from the other night, don't Edited March 31, 2013 by Baselayers Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
villaajax Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 Basketball is just men's netball. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
villaajax Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 Anyone else tried out Google Nose? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baselayers Posted March 31, 2013 Share Posted March 31, 2013 That may be true, but netball or not legs should not do that! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xann Posted April 1, 2013 Share Posted April 1, 2013 When my sister's boyfriend gets really pissed he rants Tourettes style in his sleep. He's been drinking solidly for three days. He passed out on the sofa earlier, after a string of profanities he blurted out - "Chasing men - and it's the best way to see their arses." The laughing woke him up. He's in bed now, singing loudly in the style of Frankie Laine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DiegoD Posted April 1, 2013 Share Posted April 1, 2013 You can prove anything with statistics. Ahh Causality and Correlation. They really need to start teaching the stuff in school, it genuinely pains me to see pull up statistics like this in a serious manner (I do know that you aren't being serious). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ingram85 Posted April 1, 2013 Share Posted April 1, 2013 Oh dear if someone asks you to watch the Basketball player's injury from the other night, don't The Kevin Ware one? Yeah its **** nasty, reminded me of Sid Vicious' one in WCW Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Meath_Villan Posted April 1, 2013 Share Posted April 1, 2013 Still not as bad as that hairy infected toe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimzk5 Posted April 1, 2013 Share Posted April 1, 2013 ****' ****. NI's licensing laws are peculiar. They stopped serving drink at 10 here. So I'm home. But that wasn't the most peculiar aspect of my night. See, I never really bother with pubs, because I always, and I really mean always, attract the oddest bunch of people you could imagine. Today, for example, having had a few Guinness during the Villa match (shit second half, AGAIN), I went to the bathroom. Nothing unusual there, except for a middle aged man hanging around. He asked my name. I said 'Michael'. He said it was nice to meet me. Odd, but I locked myself in a cubicle and thought I dealt with this advance adequately. Alas, I emerged from the toilet only to find the aforementioned man still there. He said 'Could we keep in touch?'. I said 'No'. He asked, rather taken aback, ' Why not?' and I said 'Uh.. I'm a... busy.. guy', and ran from the bathroom. That wasn't the weird part. Later in the evening, having switched to Magners, as one needs a break from Guinness after a while, I went out for a cheeky smoke. It was cold, and I was a bit tired, so I sat at a picnic table and smoked. I was then approached by a woman. We talked, she seemed nice enough, a pleasant girl. She told me how she was a mega lesbian but was also into boys. I ignored the classification issues at play and asked if she had a good night. Then, all of a sudden, she threw aside her cigarette and asked for a kiss. I duly obliged, being rather inebriated at this stage. However, I, being a wee shite and all, wanted to call it at that. Mouth full of saliva, nice to meet you dear, now I wish to go back to my drink. She proved keener for my good self than I imagined. I attempted to disappear into the bathroom, as it is universally accepted as a safe zone. Alas, mid-piss in a cubicle in stormed the rather drunk lady. She asked the punters if they loved life, they responded with 'If I stormed into a woman's bathroom I'd be locked up.'. She opened my cubicle (the lock was insufficient - a matter for the pubs administration, and I'll raise it at the next opportunity) and told me to hurry the **** up. I wasn't sure what she implied. Stop pissing? Did she want to use the toilet? In the male bathroom? Did she want your good narrator? I didn't hang around to find out. I left the pub in quite a hurry and went home. This is why I don't go out often. The only peculiar part of this story is you had a chance to bang a lesbian and you run away. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimzk5 Posted April 1, 2013 Share Posted April 1, 2013 Note to self: Don't go out drinking with CED. Even if he bought you snowballs all night? 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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