Saint Pomarium of Flats

Andy literally never posted a single thing worth reading and was full of shite at all times. However, I'm curious - what, exactly, does banning him from a website do to prevent him from acting on his threats, in the extremely unlikely event he was serious?

I have to say, the folks in the Perth branch have always been absolutely lovely whenever I've had to deal with them - and this despite them having to deal with a human wave of arseholes, day in and day out, as well as a job that seems rather complex. The big lines seem less about "poor customer service", and more that you do everything through the post office nowadays - some of it quite ferociously bureaucratic. All it takes is one slightly deaf old lady needing to renew her passport, or someone with ropey English wanting to renew their car tax, and BAM, that's a member of staff tied up for fifteen minutes. Now the Dunkeld Road post office, they can get tae. Bunch of evil natured old dragons.

Sorry Andy, you're not my type.

You'll have to wait for the inevitable acrimonious divorce before you get Mr. 101 back. So I reckon about 4 months.

Nah, it was a while ago, I'm over it.

My granny's going to be gutted. Oh wait, she's dead as well. Lucky escape, that.

And yet all I keep thinking is "Lou Reed fae Peterheid is deid. Volvo for sale".

Problem is, if you show you can be shafted once, you show you can be shafted indefinitely. I don't doubt that if they work out some kind of deal, INEOS'll start playing silly buggers every year until it's 0-hour contracts, unpaid overtime and minimum wage all round. Seems a bit iffy to turn the entirety of working in Britain into a race to the bottom.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2011_England_riots'>Protesting against the police? Gadzooks! Depravity that only Muslim extremists would engage in!

You know, you're right. The baby is cool with me. But its parents should be hanged. Better?

I think it was an attempt at Reactalight, which is the old name for photocromic lenses. Photochromic lenses being the kind of glasses that're normal glasses until you expose them to sunlight, whereupon they go dark like sunglasses. Quite handy if you have to wear your glasses all the time. A bit shite if you drive a lot, though.

For a while a couple of years ago there was a dude chalking and painting weird wee messages up and down the New Row, and also leaving wee cardboard drawings stuck to things. Always stuff about Yosser Hughes and the Royal Dundee Liff Hospital. Well weird. Never could figure out what it was about.

Ha ha! It's that joke from three years ago! Hilarious!

Eck. He's a dangerous, glad-handing egomaniac who seems determined to sell Scotland to a roving band of dangerous oligarchs at the very first opportunity. But at least he's a semi-competent shit. Unlike Call Me Dave, whose blend of naked, unashamed incompetence and cartoonish evil never fails to flabbergast me. And at least if we throw in our lot with Eck there's a good chance we'll never have to deal with Davey boy and his band of inbred cronies ever again.

Mighty rich talk when you're buttering up someone who's literally leaving in a huff because of Words on the Internet.