I'm actually sat at home Syd, went out there on an STV (short term visa) but that only lasts for 7 days so here I am waiting for my full work visa but i could be on the move again as i've been offered a position in Nigeria, I've accepted so just waiting for the formalities to be sorted out mate. Think our Charlie will be glad to see the back of me as well, he's never had so many walks, poor bugger is wore out.
**** ,like Danny cannot think of anything to say.So here goes.I used to have an old tyrant of a Boss whose Office took up the Middle Floor of the Building.Anytime you met him on the stairs (no lifts in those days) he would say God Morning/afternoon how are you? The standard response was fine thanks Mr Morgan and you ****ed off.If he said anything else you just knew you were in for a bollocking. One day the **** met me on the stairs and said Lovely day Mack to which I replied fine thanks Mr Morgan.Still haunts me. True Story.
I deal with a LOT of Nigerian visas, and they are a right **** on. They will seemingly reject them at random, but you can re-apply without changing any details and they will be accepted. Bain of my life....
You want to try the Angolan Visa mate, ****ing nightmare, went down London to the Embassy a few weeks ago armed with all the paperwork required as stipulated on their website only to be ****ed off cos the prick behind the counter said that my contract of employment wasn't sufficient proof of me being offered work????? it was signed by the Company Director plus i had a government stamp on it as well, ****ing ****ers.
To be honest Syd I used to enjoy the travel, especially if there was a few of us on a crew change, good bit of craic etc, I hate the travel now but it's something you have to go through if you want the money.
We get ****e like that comes back all the time, or should i say did, as i'm finished working now. 'There isn't a full inch of border on the photos' 'He's nearly smiling' ...nearly? what the ****? 'He needs a sponsor in ****ing Azerbaijan'...(maybe not this one, but you know) Some utter bollocks mate, i'm sure you've heard it all first hand!
Second view of this thread and I've finally found something to say. All this talk of visas reminds me that I once had call to deliver something to the Iranian embassy in London (post the makeover visit by the SAS) - not exactly welcoming and the biggest bunch of miserable c***s I think I've ever come across !
Par for the course mate, they all seem to have a superiority complex they really **** me off. Glad to have no more dealings with any of them!
Was working offshore doing surveys for different installations. Was always met by another Brit, who was a field wide maintenance supervisor. One time I was in the airport waiting with some of my mates, for a flight back home, I saw this guy over the other side of the lounge looking at me, got a bit worried and said to one of the lads, "Hey this guy is looking at me a bit odd". Just then the geezer walks over and said hello! It was the maintenance super from offshore. I meant to say that I didn't recognise him without overalls and hard hat, What came out was................ I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!!!!!!!! The lads killed themselves laughing, got loads of stick, even now, and that was 20 years ago.
Was drinking (heavily) down in reading as a 19 year old, I can take on the world, youngun - was in the process of telling this fit bird that I fancied her (she was one of my mate's housemate's) and promptly threw up all over her (projectile) - and then, as another "take on the world" stunt I picked on some meathead (I'm 5'6 and, at the time, was about 10 stone!!) and promptly threw up on him too - got arrested and locked up and a broken nose for my troubles!!!
The worst thing (and it is the worst - haunting me to this day) that ever happened to me while out drinking, happened when I lived in London. We used to be regulars at Crazy Larry's in Chelsea, back in the late 90's. If any of you have been there, you'll know it was a great place to go on the pull. You could end up with a really posh Chelsea bird or one off a dodgy estate, it attracted all sorts at the time. Anyway, me and some mates had been on a Leo, hitting as many pubs as we could. Needless to say we ended up at Larry's, looking for some action. God knows how many we'd sunk that day, but we were still going at 2/3am and I was getting on famously with two seriously fit posh girls and having snogged them both, was invited back to their place. We jumped into a taxi and headed off and....................................next thing I know, the taxi driver's waking me up demanding £40. "What happened to the birds?" I asked. "Check your pocket, they've left you a note" he said. I pulled out a scrap of paper and there, written in lipstick was one word: "UNLUCKY"
