Working in the pub

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Working in the pub

My BT Openworld broadband line has crashed - and the engineers will take 'up to 4 working days' to repair it. Oh yeah?

This means that to access the internet I have to go to the pub just across the road from my house and use their wi-fi connection.

Some things could be worse.

Thankyou, The Crescent.

We just got wi-fi; I have to say I'm not that impressed, as it seems to be very slow! Or maybe it's just that we have wi-fi on our very antiquated laptop (it's about four or five years old, I think). Could that be it? You have a tough life, Tony, for sure. Have a pint for us while you're there 'working'. :-)
Any excuse eh! I often used to work in pubs because like Inspector Morse I maintained that drinking aided thinking. I never solved any murders or in fact any of life's little riddles and enigmas. jude "Cacoethes scribendi" http://www.judesworld.net

 

I have resolved many of life's little riddles and enigmas in pubs. It's just that the solutions never seem to make quite so much sense the following morning.

 

working in pubs I learnt one of life's riddles, why is it best not to try and do your work in a pub? hic nobody
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i worked in a pub in college, but as a bartender.
I've never worked in a pub but I know plenty of people who have. There's nothing worse than a neighbour with crap wind chimes (except Juliet).

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Dennett

why is Juliet worse than a neighbour with crap wind chimes?
and how do you distinguish between crap wind chimes and good ones?
i can think of worse things ...
There's nothing worse than... ... oh hang on, I'll go away again... :-$ ~PEPS~ “There is no spoon.”

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Camus, If you can't distinguish between good wind chimes and crap wind chimes then you need good taste spoon-fed to you. Crap wind chimes are the ones which, when the wind blows, sound asif someone just dropped a handful of cutlery on a kitchen floor. Don't patronise me, Camus...I went to uni too. And I'm rich - and very fertile. There's nothing worse than a neighbour with crap wind chimes (except Juliet).

There's nothing more mind-teasing than the incomprehensible eagerly avowed -
Dennett

What an incredibly useful degree you must have that allows you to distinguish between good and crap windchimes, post links to photos of your own (and others) anus' and yet not be able to comprehend the meaning of patronising! (Which, in case you didn't get it this post WAS intended to be).
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