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OK weird even by my standards, well done, keep going.
F2Fs are regularly arranged by the CUK parole office, Norrahe. She lets us out now and again. The last one involved RH and zebras IIRC.
If your journey sends you past Luton then please PM me and we can go for a pint. Many have met me and can confirm I am harmless enough, although do bring plastic sheets.
For a minute I thought I saw someone dying in a shop the other week. At first I didn't notice that the person who was half slumped in a queue making gagging noises was in a state of medical distress. After I passed, together with several others, I had turned to look back, perhaps half expecting to see some weirdo doing weirdo things, though I may just have been in a dream-like shopping/queuing state not noticing anything much shopping related and not processing the queuing/shopping experience at any higher conscious level than necessary. Anyway, several queue'rs later someone realised all was not right with the gentleman and attempted to attract the attention of cashiers a couple of metres away, becoming more animated when initial attempts didn't elicit immediate any acknowledged interest. This was Primark afterall.
Anyway the first-aider who arrived on the scene did something clever, she asked the victim whether he had any pre-existent medical conditions, to which he responded diabetes. Or perhaps it was gurgle, gurgle, diabrerss, splutter. I'm guessing that was roughly the exchange. I felt this a superior approach over beating someone on the chest and sticking fingers down the throat in this instance anyway.
OK weird even by my standards, well done, keep going.
F2Fs are regularly arranged by the CUK parole office, Norrahe. She lets us out now and again. The last one involved RH and zebras IIRC.
If your journey sends you past Luton then please PM me and we can go for a pint. Many have met me and can confirm I am harmless enough, although do bring plastic sheets.
I might be down in CM postcode area soon is that South of this place you call Lootown? 3.2 Facelift 166, beauty...
Well, fact is after almost one year of permiedom, I hand my notice in tomorrow, and hopefully the agent who placed/forced me won't get his commission cos it's less than a year. Bastard!!
So I will be free as a bird, off to Swansea on contract, (yeah I know) but able to feel to go anywhere for a pissup (ie business trip) so you never know....
F2F is fine by me, I like a bit of pissed-up banter!!
OK weird even by my standards, well done, keep going.
F2Fs are regularly arranged by the CUK parole office, Norrahe. She lets us out now and again. The last one involved RH and zebras IIRC.
If your journey sends you past Luton then please PM me and we can go for a pint. Many have met me and can confirm I am harmless enough, although do bring plastic sheets.
First time I went to Moscow, I saw a dead body in the road after being hit by a car. We knew the woman was dead as the cops were all standing around, smoking.
Not the nicest thing to see in your way into town from the airport, but at least it taught me to look wtf i was going whilst out & about...
Was that from Sheremet'evo? I drove from there to Moscow centre (stupid) at something like midnight and the road was a mess, potholes easy to avoid but just broken down cars everywhere. In lanes too, no hard shoulder...
Would go back though if I could, loved it...
Near Red Square I was accosted by a 'policeman' who was about 5' 2" but had this Police Dog, not an Alsatian, looked more like a cuddly Labrador, and as he's giving me the lecture about documents and fines and I started to stroke the dog due to boredom. Dog loved it. He didn't. I mean - what Police Dog likes being stroked?
Russian Police are well crap, you can balls them out easily, honestly. Now they're not Militsya anymore as they were named, too Army-themed, they are now Polis!
Honestly if any here are in Russia and get hassled by the police, take no tulip and ask for their number, 'nomer, pazhalusta, shas' will do - keep saying it - they'll give up.
First time I went to Moscow, I saw a dead body in the road after being hit by a car. We knew the woman was dead as the cops were all standing around, smoking.
Not the nicest thing to see in your way into town from the airport, but at least it taught me to look wtf i was going whilst out & about...
I don't know you, and probably never will unless you come to one of the CUK F2Fs, but I enjoy your posts and am glad you didn't get squished. If this helps.
Suity.
Cheer's Suity, I love you, man...
Well, fact is after almost one year of permiedom, I hand my notice in tomorrow, and hopefully the agent who placed/forced me won't get his commission cos it's less than a year. Bastard!!
So I will be free as a bird, off to Swansea on contract, (yeah I know) but able to feel to go anywhere for a pissup (ie business trip) so you never know....
F2F is fine by me, I like a bit of pissed-up banter!!
Several years ago I was approaching Lymm on the M6 after slowing down after a bout of speeding, suddenly brake lights came on up ahead everywhere and we slowed and filtered past.
Tanker crossed the carriageway and hit a Volvo head on, she was knocked into the backseat, dead, could see her bloodied leg hanging out of the open back door. Was on the news next day.
I often think my mother in Heaven is looking after me, since I was bazzing along seconds earlier and might well have been that car.
The fact my mother was alive then is a slight flaw in the argument...
I don't know you, and probably never will unless you come to one of the CUK F2Fs, but I enjoy your posts and am glad you didn't get squished. If this helps.
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