Hooters Guy wrote:.......The Hooters Girl uniform consists of orange shorts and a white tank top, short-sleeve or long-sleeve T-shirt. Pantyhose and bras are required.

No job should require skimpy outfits AND pantyhose. That's always struck me as strange.

If you're oogling a girl, you should at least have right to see her bare legs......

I've been once and will never go back. That place is ridiculous and in poor taste all the way around.

Rimbaud III wrote:

burun wrote:

Rimbaud III wrote:This is a strip joint, right?

Don't play dumb, man, we all know you go there all the time.

I have to pay the rent somehow!

you get that much from passing a pint glass round the brockley jack after you finish 'dancing'?

Simmo, you're sad. Just admit you want to look at some nasty titties.

In other news, I drank some fine Grafenwalder with Zip to console him because his lady has taken a 'break'. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was drinking Stella. No!!!!! Went to Damo Suzuki show and then annoyed Zip by playing him Silkworm which I think depressed him.

Earlier on we had gone through Head, Goat, lots of US Maple, Harvey Milk, The Wipers (who should probably sue Hot Snakes) and a Ron Johnson compliation. Holy shit that RJ label was good!

Good times, topped off with tremendous, outrageous hangover of the 'can't move my head because the brain is banging against my skull' variety so, it was off to Wetherspoons for a £2.10 breakfast. I couldn't eat the egg because its consistency said to me that it had been sat on a windowsill in the sun for a few days and the mushroom looked like a dog shit that has gone white. The beans were okay.

Now I am waiting for fucking Sumlin to turn up at mine before we go to London to see Joeyfat. He is about 3 hours late.

fantasmatical thorr wrote:Ron Johnson compliation. Holy shit that RJ label was good!

Commercially available or home grown? I love Ron Johnson stuff but know of no compilations.

Sumlin has been emailing me about haunted houses and blindfolds. He went quiet a while ago so either Gareth went about him with a bludgeon and those blindfold haunting mails proved prophetic or he's on his way. I am jealous of your jaunt.

fantasmatical thorr wrote:Simmo, you're sad. Just admit you want to look at some nasty titties.

In other news, I drank some fine Grafenwalder with Zip to console him because his lady has taken a 'break'. One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was drinking Stella. No!!!!! Went to Damo Suzuki show and then annoyed Zip by playing him Silkworm which I think depressed him.

Earlier on we had gone through Head, Goat, lots of US Maple, Harvey Milk, The Wipers (who should probably sue Hot Snakes) and a Ron Johnson compliation. Holy shit that RJ label was good!

Good times, topped off with tremendous, outrageous hangover of the 'can't move my head because the brain is banging against my skull' variety so, it was off to Wetherspoons for a £2.10 breakfast. I couldn't eat the egg because its consistency said to me that it had been sat on a windowsill in the sun for a few days and the mushroom looked like a dog shit that has gone white. The beans were okay.

Now I am waiting for fucking Sumlin to turn up at mine before we go to London to see Joeyfat. He is about 3 hours late.

Ah balls, me an Rimbaud III were talking about going to this, but I can't make it cos I'm the best man at my mates wedding tomorrow (yeah the same mate that made me miss supersonic, grumble grumble, bloody weddings). Would have been good to have a pint maybe and meet up all face-to-face, like

I had my first eye exam in six years a couple days ago. During the eye exam the doctor became a little puzzled, and asked it he could take a look at my glasses for a bit.

I've had the same lenses since September 2001, but I wore contacts for the first year-and-a-half I had the glasses. Then I became lazy and started wearing the glasses more.

He comes back and tells me he's got some funny news. Apparently what I thought was my left eye getting weaker over the last couple years was actually THE LENSES IN MY GODDAMN GLASSES WERE SWITCHED!

I mean, its been six years, so I can't be that pissed. But my right eye has been overcorrected and my left eye undercorrected.

I'll be having some new proper glasses pretty soon.

tallchris wrote:I had my first eye exam in six years a couple days ago. During the eye exam the doctor became a little puzzled, and asked it he could take a look at my glasses for a bit.

I've had the same lenses since September 2001, but I wore contacts for the first year-and-a-half I had the glasses. Then I became lazy and started wearing the glasses more.

He comes back and tells me he's got some funny news. Apparently what I thought was my left eye getting weaker over the last couple years was actually THE LENSES IN MY GODDAMN GLASSES WERE SWITCHED!

I mean, its been six years, so I can't be that pissed. But my right eye has been overcorrected and my left eye undercorrected.

I'll be having some new proper glasses pretty soon.

Rimbaud III wrote:Talk of tits and inane football punditry were the order of the day, every fucking day. Surprising as it may seem, I had little to offer to these conversations. My team liked to go out for drinks, and I'd do my best to stay away from these piss ups knowing that they'd just be amplified, oiled up variations on the daily routine anyway. My absence from these events eventually became a talking point for everyone - right from the boss down. I'd get accused of not being a 'team player' because I wouldn't go out and get pissed with them!

You just described how I have lost every single shit job I've ever had, with the exception of the ones I just walked out on. Just doing your job apparently isn't enough...

I really enjoy drinking and so I have accumulated a modestly well-stocked bar over the past few years. This morning, I was walking past it and I noticed some ants on the floor. So I'm investigating these ants and find that they are crawling all over the bar. The bottles sit in an ancient wooden cabinet built into my wall, stained very dark, so it took a minute to notice these ants on it. So I'm thinking to myself, great, at least I have found the problem. One by one, I begin to remove the bottles, checking them for clinging ants, and moving them to to kitchen table to chill out while I figure out what has attracted these ants to my bar. It was the grenadine and the Kahlua. These drunken ants are sitting around the base of the cap on the Kahlua bottle, probably stuck there. I go to the sink and rinse the bottles, dry them off, and put them in the fridge to prevent future ant attraction. So that part of the problem is solved.

Now I estimate that there are still over one hundred ants crawling all over my bar, and I find this disgusting. I'm in a hurry to get this problem sorted out, so I just sprayed them with Lysol (first thing that came to hand). The wood surface has been stained with some weird lacquer, and it's pretty much impossible to damage. The Lysol slowed the little bugs down, and I folded up a paper towel and just smooshed their little bodies as I wiped the towel across the bar. The bottom face of the towel pad was blackened with ant guts. I washed and rinsed the bar down after that.

I felt sort of bad about the slaughter, but I think it had to be done.

I got what appears to be one of these last night. It felt like someone was trying to rip my eyeball from its socket and then crush it with a mallet while it was still attached to the nerves.

Benadrian left for tour a few minutes ago. In addition to the remote sensation that a hoard of rabid gophers had a go at my left eye, I get to deal with not seeing my boy for three weeks.

If a large bus hits and maims me later on today, I would not be surprised.