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trouble and disruption, particularly at weekends, in the early hours, with dustbins thrown into the street, garden gates removed and carted off, screaming girls, shouting, deafening "music" and vomit all over the pavements is not the work of the local residents.
I didn't know the sinfonietta had been resurrected
500 letters of application per week as a 'requirement' ... ?
Crikey, I never went to university myself, amsey, but I did achieve 'O' Level Arithmetic (Scottish Certificate of Education, no less ) and I can cunningly calculate that's one letter approx every twenty minutes, seven days a week?
Then there's all these trips to Rymans for paper, not to mention countless and expensive printer cartridges?
Outrageous!
It is indeed, My Son ..
Great maths scotty but I doubt that she's writing each one by hand with her Conway Stewart Dinky fountain pen on Basildon Bond
I have heard tell of these fancy-dan things called computers - you programme them to print off hundreds and hundreds of letters each day
Dang me if this place doesn't have these here computers set up in rooms with printers. And the devil of it is, the company that runs this enterprise, it gets paid by every letter that's sent out.
I don't have a jaundiced view of young people, but I have an incredibly jaundiced view of the way many of them are brought up. There's absolutely no excuse for bad parenting. Those who are unfit to bring up children should not have them.
Simple.
But less so in practice, for there will always be that highly vocal group defending the ineptitude of such people, instead of protecting the potential victims before the damage is done.
What highly vocal group is that, EA? Ann Widdecombe and her pro-life posse?
the trouble and disruption, particularly at weekends, in the early hours, with dustbins thrown into the street, garden gates removed and carted off, screaming girls, shouting, deafening "music" and vomit all over the pavements
That's eerily similar to the behaviour of the medical students I recall from my undergraduate days. And the "rugger" players, but the two groups tended to intersect.
Still, it was a University without inverted commas and most of them I suppose went on to be doctors and therefore responsible citizens so it can't have been all that similar.
That's eerily similar to the behaviour of the medical students I recall from my undergraduate days. And the "rugger" players, but the two groups tended to intersect.
Still, it was a University without inverted commas and most of them I suppose went on to be doctors and therefore responsible citizens so it can't have been all that similar.
Great maths scotty but I doubt that she's writing each one by hand with her Conway Stewart Dinky fountain pen on Basildon Bond
I have heard tell of these fancy-dan things called computers - you programme them to print off hundreds and hundreds of letters each day
Dang me if this place doesn't have these here computers set up in rooms with printers. And the devil of it is, the company that runs this enterprise, it gets paid by every letter that's sent out.
Whatever next?!
Ah, I think I get the idea now, amsey ...
Looks like the long-promised paperless world is a very, very long way off in that place, doesn't it?. The poor Amazon Rain Forest, eh ... ?
Then I'd meet you half way and say a ban on all advertising of their services including SMS messages telling me that 'according to their records'.....
It's not necessarily "according to their records" so much as being notified by sophisticated web crawlers that go onto social network sites and flag up profiles that have recently had words such as "accident" and "car crash" added to the timeline. Before long, the "victim" can be texted with a luring no-win-no-fee compensation offer.
One's life is effectively an open book, on several levels, with these web sites. And I don't place much faith in their "privacy" settings!
A serendipitous prequel to what will be my last post on this forum. And somewhat poetic that it should be in a thread that I started.
Tuesday afternoon I was in a car accident. My car was written off. I survived. So did the others. After a space of a couple of days I dip into this thread.
Profoundly depressed with the pedantry...who whom..who the f*ck cares. Of people saying 'I knew X who had a hard time therefore you are all basta*rds'. Of witterings. Even Radio 3 sounds sane at times compared to the inane drivel posted here. So good people....listen up. Go and get a f*cking life. Let others do what they want to do. Don't preach. You're not God. Or Jesus. Buddha. Muhammed.
A serendipitous prequel to what will be my last post on this forum. And somewhat poetic that it should be in a thread that I started.
Tuesday afternoon I was in a car accident. My car was written off. I survived. So did the others. After a space of a couple of days I dip into this thread.
Profoundly depressed with the pedantry...who whom..who the f*ck cares. Of people saying 'I knew X who had a hard time therefore you are all basta*rds'. Of witterings. Even Radio 3 sounds sane at times compared to the inane drivel posted here. So good people....listen up. Go and get a f*cking life. Let others do what they want to do. Don't preach. You're not God. Or Jesus. Buddha. Muhammed.
RM...over and out.
sorry to hear about your accident
but telling people to "get a life" and then saying "don't preach" is a bit of a oxymoron innit
Yep Cheers....I don't know if you were a headmaster or some such, but you certainly treated everybody as if they were Form 3C, therefore got the fall out and reaction of pupils and staff intent on being capricious just because of your attitude....
You made the mistake of many a temporary poster (we see them come we see them go) that you take the sometimes serious, sometimes semi seriousness, sometimes larking about of Platform 3 ....as the sum total of FOR3....it is a tiny quantity of incredibly informed , and authoritive knowledge and imagination....and in many cases a broad eclectic sweep of different areas of culture, that may go over your head, if you are light in the eclectic dept, or finding poverty in humility ....
....Bless you my son. I'll do as I do and I'll love you in ways....bye
A serendipitous prequel to what will be my last post on this forum. And somewhat poetic that it should be in a thread that I started.
Tuesday afternoon I was in a car accident. My car was written off. I survived. So did the others. After a space of a couple of days I dip into this thread.
Profoundly depressed with the pedantry...who whom..who the f*ck cares. Of people saying 'I knew X who had a hard time therefore you are all basta*rds'. Of witterings. Even Radio 3 sounds sane at times compared to the inane drivel posted here. So good people....listen up. Go and get a f*cking life. Let others do what they want to do. Don't preach. You're not God. Or Jesus. Buddha. Muhammed.
RM...over and out.
Hello RM!
Sorry ... to hear about your accident; that you're going
Glad ... to hear that you survived
I hope you'll reconsider & return one day.
PS: I'm very happy with the life I've got thanks, although it's very much a work in progress, nothing taken for granted, low on planning, majoring in serendipity
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A serendipitous prequel to what will be my last post on this forum. And somewhat poetic that it should be in a thread that I started.
Tuesday afternoon I was in a car accident. My car was written off. I survived. So did the others. After a space of a couple of days I dip into this thread.
Profoundly depressed with the pedantry...who whom..who the f*ck cares. Of people saying 'I knew X who had a hard time therefore you are all basta*rds'. Of witterings. Even Radio 3 sounds sane at times compared to the inane drivel posted here. So good people....listen up. Go and get a f*cking life. Let others do what they want to do. Don't preach. You're not God. Or Jesus. Buddha. Muhammed.
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