Be Excellent To Each Other

Currently on the Airport Express bus trying to pick its way out of downtown Toronto... never used wifi on a bus (or a train, come to that) before so it's an interesting sensation. I even managed to connect to a CS:GO server but my ping was about 160 so it wouldn't have been playable.

The traffic was horrendous so the bus was very late... it'll be a bit of a race to see if it gets to the airport before Mrs Meaty's plane does.

If that uses Apple Maps, you're going to be waiting a long time...

Finally on the expressway! So now we're stuck in rush hour good and proper. Fortunately, Mrs Metal's flight is delayed so it should all work out.

I'm pleased someone else's life is the end of a Richard Curtis film.

After a brief scare (the driver announced to confirm that the bus was indeed struggling to stay in gear) within sight of the airport, I've made it. Just time for a quick bite and a beer now before her plane lands.

For some reason, a round up of cricket results is on the TV here.

Stay away from Rusholme curry mile. Dunno where Go Ape is so this will all be of varying (ir)relevance.

Cask is on Liverpool street, the road opposite the Hilton tower. Akbars (where you'll get the best curry in the centre) is further down - directly opposite MOSI, Museum of Science and Industry. Knott Bar isn't far and has a selection of ale and world beer.

Zaika is another okay curry shop, a couple of minutes from Brewdog which is on Peter Street. Five minute walk along Deansgate from Liverpool street.

Lass O Gowrie is cool and not far from East Z East which is okay curry and amazing garlic pickle for your poppadoms.

Salisbury is a good rock pub next to Oxford Road station. Official booze venue of the inaugural Beex Manchester meet. Ten minute walk from Liverpool Street.

Swadesh is nearby but will sneakily add loads of beer to your bill and it's not great curry. Shame, the Bowden one is acr.

Zouk on Chester Road might be nice for curry; it's variable. Good cheap student pub further down along that road too. Don't remember its name.

Liars Club is somewhere further down/off Deansgate away from Liverpool street and is an ace hawaiian/rum club. Topkapi is near there and was an amazing kebab shop but I think they turned into a restaurant, dunno if they do takeaway dirty meats now. otherwise Monsoon near Salisbury on oxford road.

Best ale pubs are north of the centre (but not northern quarter) apparently. Probably too far north.

Don't know much about the city centre cos it's not really my bag, sorry.

Khan Ba Ba near Akbars poisoned me, and there's a new curry shop near the Hilton also on Liverpool street that looks posh but I've not been in. Lal Quila on Deansgate is crap.

I'm tired of being ill now. Beyond a joke.

Ashoka is as the name would suggest

I saw this at the bus station today:

Malc

Excellent breakfast of 2 bacons, sausage, beans, fried egg and hash brown. Excellent because I get to gossip with people from other departments. And it was less than £2. I've taken my pills so should be almost human soon.

FACTS

It was also in normal service today, it seems.

Works Xmas party is £15 a ticket. I'm going to go, I suppose, as it is being held just down the road from me, and is proabbly a good idea to show my face. "Raise your profile" by boss tells me "raise your profile and make these accounts your own".

Ours are always free, with enough drinks vouchers to see me through the evening too.

Only expense is the Taxi home, oh and having to buy my Asda Tuxedo a few years ago.

*pats arse*

I wouldn’t go to a works Christmas do even if they paid me the £15. I spend enough time with these cretins as it is.

I like free food and drink.

And watching my workmate Chris make a fool of himself.

The Christmas do at the last place I was at was 2 nights in the mountains skiing, with lots of free booze.
I didn't go and worked instead.

Why the fuck didn't you go?

Couldn't really be bothered. Was quite fun working though as there was only about 6 people working so we ate a lot of steak while the bosses were away.

Someone on my Facebook timeline has written some nonsense about how this October has 5 Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays ( which it does ) and how incredibly rare this is ( which it is not ) and that it only happens every 800 years. Should I respond with a pissy message saying "20 seconds research would have shown that this last happened in 2007 and will next happen in 2018" and that idiots like them are ruining the internet for everyone else?

Yes.


Also: BeeX WeeX?!

@Squirt Definitely! I used to get loads of those "DON'T open an email from John Smith etc" emails. I used to respond to them all with something similar to what you posted and they soon stopped.

Er, yeah. So I forgot to switch the nominees this week. So it'll be a little late.

My idiot cousin is always posting pish like this.
"Post this to your profile within an hour and you'll become rich! If you don't post it you'll lose money!"
Considering how many she's posted, she should probably be a billionaire by now.

Did I ever mention I once had my photo taken to be in a holiday brochure? it must have been in the year 2000. Do you think the firm might have any left? Nobody believes me.

I'd imagine they'd have lots left.

Was it a brochure for Hedonism?

No, that was Davpaz

Must have been Sandals*.


*with socks

Obscure Viz character Arseache has sponsored a line of sponges in Canada...

How late?

I'm fairly sure Dudley was on last nights Celebrity Juice.
Does anyone here still talk to him?

Screenshot?

Um. Which one do you think is Dudley?

The one holding the card (David Tennant is ths answer).

Er, in case you can't read.

In which case, you can't read that either.
Or this.

Long day.

Belated happy grimday, Birth...


I love cakes. That fails as a fat joke.


I prefer his right Epic.

Also, I tend to go to the Cornerhouse and stay there.

While I browsed bemusedly into the GameMaker:Studio thing which has just made its appearance on Steam (clicky) for $449.99 reduced from $499.99, at the bottom I noticed a strategy guide for Brink (Brinkbrinkbrinkbrinkbrink) for $9.99. Yes, for just shy of ten dollars you can have a strategy guide for colossal failure, often-on-sale Brink, both guide and game 18 months old. Hell, buy them together. Please. The enemy is capturing your control point. Do something about that! Is anyone there?

That looks nothing like Dudley.

At all.

I think you are getting Dudley and Moby confused.

I suspected that might have been the case. It certainly looks like someone I know.

I guess it has been four years since I've seen Dudley (pretty much to the day - he came to my 30th birthday party).

Kevin Eldon is a brilliant new addition to Just A Minute. He started talking about how Isambard Kingdom Brunel wore a top hat all the time because that was the shape of his head. He got the deformity after falling into one of his own inventions, a spaghetti maker. Nicholas Parsons then mentioned that he "didn't invent a spaghetti maker anyway", to which Eldon indignantly replied "how do you know, Nicholas... he did".

It just creased me.

Anyway, link here, for now.

Eldon later talked for a minute and five seconds, and invoked Mr Chris by talking about dynamos.

Looks like Hamza is finally going to take a holiday in the States.

Good riddance, I hope he rots in the fucking Supermax.

http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id= ... ryMediaBox

EDIT - It appears he may already be on US soil, hopefully he'll be happier there, since he hated the UK so much.

Agreed; shame it took 8 years or whatever it was (and untold millions in lawyers' fees) to finally rid ourselves of his malignant presence. Personally speaking, I'd have saved the UK taxpayer a whole wad of cash and put him on a Ryanair flight to Pakistan, Jordan or wherever, after the conclusion of the very first summary hearing.

It seems to me, it's virtually *impossible* to deport these twats out of the country, even when utterly bang-to-rights, according to any sensible definition?

This weekend will be spent attempting to entertain my sixty five year old Egyptian father-in-law, whose idea of a fun time is to sit in the living room and talk about church and interesting priests and nuns he has met, while obliquely criticising everything about our lives. My current state of unemployment should offer him untold hours of snide remarks.

I'm not really in the fucking mood, to be honest.

Stick Father Ted on.