Be Excellent To Each Other

I think you all did really well, it's a very hard quiz.

Thanks DavPaz!

I think it's the format. After three questions that's a round over and a member eliminated, so you don't have the chance to fall behind and then surge back later like you do in University Challenge.

Also:

"Please."
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Oh, I agree about the quiz, but was simply mocking your turn of phrase.

I feel suitably mocked. Although do watch Only Connect. It's amazing.

I just want to show my appreciation for Davpaz, who has made me laugh and smile several times at his posts these last two days, at a time when I really needed cheering.

Yay Davpaz! xxx

Aw, shucks. Ta.

Now put your penis away, you dirty beggar.

Sometimes I get annoyed driving home through Bradford so it is nice to walk to the station to go to Leeds to netrunner. I really do like Saltaire even though the Grauniad sells out by 7-20 am and shops sell poorly painted furniture with fixed wheeled bikes.

Holy shit this train is stuffed to the gills with fragrant fit birds. And I have a sci fi based card game in my bag. Time to bring the A game

Fucking stupid bastard twatface solicitors

What have they done? Or not done, more likely.

I chased up and got confirmation from the sellers agent that the tenant had moved out (last thing we needed before exchange), and got the seller to confirm to her solicitor, but our solicitor didn't bother contacting the sellers solicitor to get formal confirmation direct, so thetefore she didn't exchange contracts, meaning completion may be delayed. As our buyers are off on holiday very shortly after the planned completion date, that may result in a two week delay. Everything in our house is packed. I am cross.

Forking hell, conveyancing solicitors are (largely) useless. No one can be bothered to pick up the phone anymore.

Fucking shallow end of the talent pool. Reading the correspondence between our solicitor and the seller's with all the pathetic attempts at point scoring like proper solicitors do was just embarrassing, like the exact opposite of a clash of titans.

I've got two transfer files come in today from another firm and the amount of paperwork procrastination and top-lettering is anger inducing. There's a period of 6 months where literally nothing has happened apart from recording calls from the client to find out what's happening. Quite why the telephone notes don't just read "I replied fuck all, mate, and hung up." I'll never know.

Nice.

I paid 300 an hour to have a lease markup produced by a national firm that I ended up having to correct loads of last week. Currently unimpressed by my fellow professionals

I did a seat in commercial contracts marking up leases: The dullest people I've ever met.

My trainee property seat was awesome. Everything was done by post, so the pace was properly chilled, and I got my own set of coloured pencils for colouring in plans. My supervisor was a flamboyantly gay 60 year old who, together with his partner, threw Ruth and i a fab engagement party at their gaff in south ken. Good times.

I stand by my earlier comments.

Pffft

Jealousy is an ugly thing

How is the ambulance chasing going, btw?

It's my first year anniversary today.

I've got some clients and some money in the bank so I'm happy. Working from home could not be better - so relaxed and chilled (after 6 months of living hell), I've got a good routine going and I'm providing a much better service to my clients than I ever was in salaried employment. I even spend the time to write nice letters rather than the stock template shit peddled by every other PI firm in existence. I can go out and see clients whenever I like if needed which is a rarity in this industry unless you've just had a brain injury and look like a cash cow to some global mega firm.

So better service/better work from me = happy clients. I just need more clients which is really where I'm struggling massively at the minute. I can't get the new work in and I don't have the pennies to spend on TV/internet ads and what not so I'm just doing local stuff.

Mind you, a few positives: I've gone weeks without wearing my suit; I've taken whole days off when I've wanted to; I've packed up early and played PS4 and had lie ins. It's the good life. Not an affluent life but a good life.

I am properly jealous. And bloody well done you for making it work, both for you and your clients.

I'm currently looking to move jobs, and am going through the process for jobs like legal director at mhra or head of legal at halfords, but I'm fairly sure I won't be able to do work in my pants.

The best call I had was when the phone rang whilst I was having a bath. The phone was in the bathroom window so I picked it up and spoke to some fella at an insurance company whilst playing a game of trying to be really still not to disturb the water and give the game away that I was in the middle of shaving my balls.

Genuinely you are living the actual literal dream.

So I just met northern versions of Mr Dave and Curio. Which was fucking weird. Good game though. You will love it

I'm betting it's not as good as XWing

I much prefer pregnant Victoria.

There are two people in the world this good looking?

Well, three. Author Chuck Wendig is my actual doppelgänger.

It's the tits, right?

Nah, he's TheVision!

Curiosity is no The Vision. Mighty Viking God that he is.

I learnt some netrunner. It was good. Everyone was nice. I could have crushed opponent on turn 4 but dud not due to learning. Then lost on the last turn. Balls

So Lizzie A got engaged. Superb news. Etc etc etc.

<sobs>

Nah mate

Great stuff. Are you going again?

Yes. It's time out of the house of an evening and I really enjoyed myself. The pub we were in was good, too.

How shallow do you think I it's her enormous tits I just can't look away from them am?

I find myself thinking of this post, and smiling to myself. Pretty much a lead candidate for POTY.

Holly Willoughby read the Ceebeebies bedtime story tonight

I preferred Victoria's dad, and not in an inappropriate way.

FUCK why didn't you pm me?

God Victoria Coren is perfect.

It'll be on iPlayer

I found a secret pocket in my hiking trousers just now. I've only had them for a couple of years.

Sounds like it wasn't that good a secret then.

This IAAF blood values thing is a gift that keeps on giving, isn't it?