27 Years Ago Today

[The Jorge]

When football was football etc


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAZK5PpOZOQ

[Burney]

When football was football etc


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAZK5PpOZOQ

Oh, **** off with your 27 years. :-( Depressing ****er.

[IUFG]

****ing Hell. 27 years ago.

[Sir C]

When football was football etc


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAZK5PpOZOQ

Yes, I was young then, young and strong and filled with ambitions and ideals.

Now there is only decay, and the yearning for the warm, damp welcome of the earth.

[Burney]

Yes, I was young then, young and strong and filled with ambitions and ideals.

Now there is only decay, and the yearning for the warm, damp welcome of the earth.

I was nearly 16. I went with my Friend Mark Coughlin to gather outside Islington Town Hall (little realising, of course, that it would be where I'd get married 25 years later) to see the trophy paraded. Afterwards we went back by Tube to Victoria, bought a four-pack of cold Miller Lite (?) and drank them under a tree in the glorious sunshine of St James' Park.

Funny how some inconsequential moments remain so vivid that you could reach out and touch them, while others just vanish, isn't it?

[Sir C]

I was nearly 16. I went with my Friend Mark Coughlin to gather outside Islington Town Hall (little realising, of course, that it would be where I'd get married 25 years later) to see the trophy paraded. Afterwards we went back by Tube to Victoria, bought a four-pack of cold Miller Lite (?) and drank them under a tree in the glorious sunshine of St James' Park.

Funny how some inconsequential moments remain so vivid that you could reach out and touch them, while others just vanish, isn't it?

:nod: My memories of that Friday evening are remarkably vivid. I can taste it. Oddly, I watched the game alone, and at the end it all felt unreal; without human contact in the room, I didn't really know whether I was dreaming.

[Burney]

:nod: My memories of that Friday evening are remarkably vivid. I can taste it. Oddly, I watched the game alone, and at the end it all felt unreal; without human contact in the room, I didn't really know whether I was dreaming.

I think it being on a Friday made it feel all the more unreal. Football doesn't belong on Friday nights, does it?

[Sir C]

I think it being on a Friday made it feel all the more unreal. Football doesn't belong on Friday nights, does it?

It was alright when we stuffed Leeds.

[Pokster]

I was nearly 16. I went with my Friend Mark Coughlin to gather outside Islington Town Hall (little realising, of course, that it would be where I'd get married 25 years later) to see the trophy paraded. Afterwards we went back by Tube to Victoria, bought a four-pack of cold Miller Lite (?) and drank them under a tree in the glorious sunshine of St James' Park.

Funny how some inconsequential moments remain so vivid that you could reach out and touch them, while others just vanish, isn't it?

Glorious sunshine?????? You left at 1/2 time then?

[Burney]

Glorious sunshine?????? You left at 1/2 time then?

Eh? No, I didn't go to the game. I'm talking about them coming back with the trophy.

[Pokster]

Eh? No, I didn't go to the game. I'm talking about them coming back with the trophy.

Ahhh, my fault... helps if I read all of your post :tosser: (me, not you)

[Ash]

:nod: My memories of that Friday evening are remarkably vivid. I can taste it. Oddly, I watched the game alone, and at the end it all felt unreal; without human contact in the room, I didn't really know whether I was dreaming.

I watched it in the bar of Wadham College in Oxford, while visiting my girlfriend of the time. They were lean times in many ways and we would often dine on cheese sandwiches and Happy Shopper instant coffee, but I too, back then, had dreams, ideals and ambitions. Now of course there is just failure, ruin and despair. On the upside though I do at least drink better coffee. And there is ham in the sandwiches as well.

[Sir C]

I watched it in the bar of Wadham College in Oxford, while visiting my girlfriend of the time. They were lean times in many ways and we would often dine on cheese sandwiches and Happy Shopper instant coffee, but I too, back then, had dreams, ideals and ambitions. Now of course there is just failure, ruin and despair. On the upside though I do at least drink better coffee. And there is ham in the sandwiches as well.

Did you decide on your new coffee machine?

[The Jorge]

I watched it in the bar of Wadham College in Oxford, while visiting my girlfriend of the time. They were lean times in many ways and we would often dine on cheese sandwiches and Happy Shopper instant coffee, but I too, back then, had dreams, ideals and ambitions. Now of course there is just failure, ruin and despair. On the upside though I do at least drink better coffee. And there is ham in the sandwiches as well.

Oh ash, that's heart breaking man.

It was my first full season as an arsenal fan after my dad had, ummmmm, returned from being 'away on business' for a few years. Life literally couldnt get any better, and in many ways it never did.

[The Jorge]

Did you decide on your new coffee machine?

That's a point, no man with a £300 coffee machine can rightfully call himself a failure.

It's worth getting for that reason alone.

[barrybueno]

Anyway, 19 years ago today

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjgYc71QMtY

[Ash]

Did you decide on your new coffee machine?

No, but I did value your input greatly, and were I to decide your suggestion would carry much weight. I must admit to being slightly put off by our Bradford chum there, who said "vey aint worf it" and others who said similar.

Can you stand up straight, look me in the eye and say "This 'ere machine most definitely makes better coffee than yer basic filter job"? Also, does it do americanos? I prefer the longer coffee to the shot.

[SWv2]

Bag of cans and up to Avenell Road. Quite classy.

[devongunner]

Was the night I proposed. Was on a canal boat at Stoke Bruerne. Now 26 years married

[Sir C]

No, but I did value your input greatly, and were I to decide your suggestion would carry much weight. I must admit to being slightly put off by our Bradford chum there, who said "vey aint worf it" and others who said similar.

Can you stand up straight, look me in the eye and say "This 'ere machine most definitely makes better coffee than yer basic filter job"? Also, does it do americanos? I prefer the longer coffee to the shot.

This 'ere machine most definitely makes better coffee than yer basic filter job. There, I've said it.

You can programme the machine to deliver your favoured quantity of coffee per shot of grounds.

I have one button programmed to deliver me a rich, deep espresso, and the other programmed to deliver a long, filter-strength coffee as favoured by you, berni and my glw.

[Ash]

This 'ere machine most definitely makes better coffee than yer basic filter job. There, I've said it.


So the DELONGHI Dedica EC680R it is. Thank-you mostly. :thumbup:

[Sir C]

So the DELONGHI Dedica EC680R it is. Thank-you mostly. :thumbup:

You're welcome to swing by and give it a trial before committing.

[Ash]

That's a point, no man with a £300 coffee machine can rightfully call himself a failure.

It's worth getting for that reason alone.

Some exaggeration may have been involved. I've just got the 'ump a bit after solving a problem in a few hours for the FD that he'd been stuck on for a year. He'd built a report in Excel that involved a tortuous tangle of nested IFs that he'd got into a pickle with. If you've ever seen a 500 character long nested IF formula you'll know that they are pretty much the definition of impenetrability.

So I painstakingly unpicked it by converting it to pseudo-code so I could visualise the logic, spot the errors, and rewrote the formulas and extended them to cover the more cases that he wanted and so on blah blah.

Instead of feeling smug about this I'm pissed off because he didn't think to ask me for help on this a year ago because he didn't think I was capable. Only he could do it, he thought. Or not. He and other directors don't have a clue how I facilitate hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of business for them with my data wrangling skillz, which they then spend on their exorbitant salaries and their failed strategic vision while turning round and demanding of US, THE WORKERS, who are paid ****-all in comparison, to make them even more money to piss up the wall.

As if the monstrous amounts they pay themselves wasn't enough, some even have expensive lunches on the tab EVERY DAY, while we don't even get so much as a coffee machine. I have have become a tea drinker at work in the last year because of this.

So I am feeling overlooked, taken for granted and exploited by capitalists right now, and my evident failure to properly sell myself properly to these bozos is taking its toll. The guy has known me for four years and thinks I can't write ****ing Excel formula? How does he think I do all the stuff that goes into the board pack every ****ing week and month? Seriously?

:shout: :rant: :explode:

Oh, and I was planning on the GLF to buy me the coffee machine for my 'special' :gulp: birthday this year. She earns probably around three times what I do and the glittering success of her career tends to reinforce the rusty disappointment of mine.

[Ash]

You're welcome to swing by and give it a trial before committing.

That is very kind, thank-you.

[The Jorge]

Some exaggeration may have been involved. I've just got the 'ump a bit after solving a problem in a few hours for the FD that he'd been stuck on for a year. He'd built a report in Excel that involved a tortuous tangle of nested IFs that he'd got into a pickle with. If you've ever seen a 500 character long nested IF formula you'll know that they are pretty much the definition of impenetrability.

So I painstakingly unpicked it by converting it to pseudo-code so I could visualise the logic, spot the errors, and rewrote the formulas and extended them to cover the more cases that he wanted and so on blah blah.

Instead of feeling smug about this I'm pissed off because he didn't think to ask me for help on this a year ago because he didn't think I was capable. Only he could do it, he thought. Or not. He and other directors don't have a clue how I facilitate hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of business for them with my data wrangling skillz, which they then spend on their exorbitant salaries and their failed strategic vision while turning round and demanding of US, THE WORKERS, who are paid ****-all in comparison, to make them even more money to piss up the wall.

As if the monstrous amounts they pay themselves wasn't enough, some even have expensive lunches on the tab EVERY DAY, while we don't even get so much as a coffee machine. I have have become a tea drinker at work in the last year because of this.

So I am feeling overlooked, taken for granted and exploited by capitalists right now, and my evident failure to properly sell myself properly to these bozos is taking its toll. The guy has known me for four years and thinks I can't write ****ing Excel formula? How does he think I do all the stuff that goes into the board pack every ****ing week and month? Seriously?

:shout: :rant: :explode:

Oh, and I was planning on the GLF to buy me the coffee machine for my 'special' :gulp: birthday this year. She earns probably around three times what I do and the glittering success of her career tends to reinforce the rusty disappointment of mine.

I get you there, that's why I exploded and left gainful employ in a huff.

Uncle Karl said that you must sieze the means of production, you could build a new Eden in your own image.

[TheCurly]

Some exaggeration may have been involved. I've just got the 'ump a bit after solving a problem in a few hours for the FD that he'd been stuck on for a year. He'd built a report in Excel that involved a tortuous tangle of nested IFs that he'd got into a pickle with. If you've ever seen a 500 character long nested IF formula you'll know that they are pretty much the definition of impenetrability.

So I painstakingly unpicked it by converting it to pseudo-code so I could visualise the logic, spot the errors, and rewrote the formulas and extended them to cover the more cases that he wanted and so on blah blah.

Instead of feeling smug about this I'm pissed off because he didn't think to ask me for help on this a year ago because he didn't think I was capable. Only he could do it, he thought. Or not. He and other directors don't have a clue how I facilitate hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of business for them with my data wrangling skillz, which they then spend on their exorbitant salaries and their failed strategic vision while turning round and demanding of US, THE WORKERS, who are paid ****-all in comparison, to make them even more money to piss up the wall.

As if the monstrous amounts they pay themselves wasn't enough, some even have expensive lunches on the tab EVERY DAY, while we don't even get so much as a coffee machine. I have have become a tea drinker at work in the last year because of this.

So I am feeling overlooked, taken for granted and exploited by capitalists right now, and my evident failure to properly sell myself properly to these bozos is taking its toll. The guy has known me for four years and thinks I can't write ****ing Excel formula? How does he think I do all the stuff that goes into the board pack every ****ing week and month? Seriously?

:shout: :rant: :explode:

Oh, and I was planning on the GLF to buy me the coffee machine for my 'special' :gulp: birthday this year. She earns probably around three times what I do and the glittering success of her career tends to reinforce the rusty disappointment of mine.

A singular piece of advice A
When all other trusts fail,turn to Flashman :nod:

[redgunamo]

Some exaggeration may have been involved. I've just got the 'ump a bit after solving a problem in a few hours for the FD that he'd been stuck on for a year. He'd built a report in Excel that involved a tortuous tangle of nested IFs that he'd got into a pickle with. If you've ever seen a 500 character long nested IF formula you'll know that they are pretty much the definition of impenetrability.

So I painstakingly unpicked it by converting it to pseudo-code so I could visualise the logic, spot the errors, and rewrote the formulas and extended them to cover the more cases that he wanted and so on blah blah.

Instead of feeling smug about this I'm pissed off because he didn't think to ask me for help on this a year ago because he didn't think I was capable. Only he could do it, he thought. Or not. He and other directors don't have a clue how I facilitate hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of business for them with my data wrangling skillz, which they then spend on their exorbitant salaries and their failed strategic vision while turning round and demanding of US, THE WORKERS, who are paid ****-all in comparison, to make them even more money to piss up the wall.

As if the monstrous amounts they pay themselves wasn't enough, some even have expensive lunches on the tab EVERY DAY, while we don't even get so much as a coffee machine. I have have become a tea drinker at work in the last year because of this.

So I am feeling overlooked, taken for granted and exploited by capitalists right now, and my evident failure to properly sell myself properly to these bozos is taking its toll. The guy has known me for four years and thinks I can't write ****ing Excel formula? How does he think I do all the stuff that goes into the board pack every ****ing week and month? Seriously?

:shout: :rant: :explode:

Oh, and I was planning on the GLF to buy me the coffee machine for my 'special' :gulp: birthday this year. She earns probably around three times what I do and the glittering success of her career tends to reinforce the rusty disappointment of mine.

There is only one thing for it then :-(

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[redgunamo]

A singular piece of advice A
When all other trusts fail,turn to Flashman :nod:

looooooooooooooooooooooooool.