Just stepped out of an important meeting with some clients at work. I had to give a 45 minute power point presentation and conduct a Q & A session afterwards. A great deal of work had gone into this meeting as it could lead to the biggest deal of this year so far. My boss and all the other big cheeses were present. Everything began swimmingly, the pitch was going ever so well so what could possibly go wrong! Halfway through the powerpoint I felt my shirt pocket vibrate and then the sound of "IPSWICH IPSWICH Get that goal! Won't you get that goal for me? Yeah!! Gimme Gimme IPSWICH TOWN Gonna make some history! IPSWICH!" That bloody ring tone! The embarassed awkward silence ensued as I frantically grabbed for my phone to switch the blasted thing off! I could feel my face go beetroot red and the beads of sweat descend as my clients who were German stared at me as though I had just crapped in their bath! After what seemed an eternity I switched the phone off and just carried on like a real trooper should! All I got from then on was weird looks as I desperately tried to put the whole episode behind me. At the end of the Q&A their top negotiater took me to one side and just quietly said "Don't worry I support Shalke and their football theme tune is a great deal worse!" We laughed shook hands and now I have to spend the whole weekend worrying whether this has cost me the deal!
JWM there's always some one worse off than you are... please log in to view this image a picture paints a thousand words...
DM... what's a Suffolk boy like you doing supporting the Scum???? Drugs??? Alcohol??? Sexual Abuse??? just curious...
ahhh..... i see, no worries mate... thanks... so why don't you **** of back to Naaaarfolk, you inbred ****... but don't take that the wrong way... "HARK NOW HEAR, THE IPSWICH SING... THE NORWICH RAN AWAY... you know the rest.................inbred...
so accept that anyone of Naaarfolk ancestory is........ good for you, mate... i bet the Budgies love you know.....