Let me de-mystify the rocket science. I finished my spliff and went inside the pub. That's when he asked me to go outside, because I was no longer outside at that time.
If he was sent somewhere as dull as ****, it would instantly become even duller than ****. All he talks about is work and cooking. He gives me ****ing hives.
He could have saved himself the bother and had a word while you were already outside like.... Sounds like a gobshite
No shop talk in the pub. That's a rule I always follow, and enforce, when I can, wherever I drink. Anyone not taking the hint should be ridiculed mercilessly.
Yeah. When I get in the pub after a 12 hour day, the last thing I want is for people to ask "Good day at work?"
It's an oasis away from home and work, and neither should be discussed unless it's strictly necessary. Having a laugh, drinking, talking crap, flirting with the ladies and taking the p*ss: that's the key to a good time at the pub. Mmmm, might nip in tonight for a few, all this talk is making me thirsty.
When me and the mrs (not married) were going through a bit of a bad patch she decided we should talk more. When I got home from work she asked me how my day was. Not sure my "why the **** would I want to talk about work?" response went down too well #catch
Yeah. I'm the same with my bint (not married). I said it last Friday. "How was work?". My response was "It's ****ing Friday night".
you know what work talkers are..... they are as you say boring with nothing to talk about but they are also the sorts who can't just shut up where a nice comfortable silence is occurring. just sometimes you can sit, sup your pint and say nothing... just sometimes. if a mate can sit beside you and do likewise they are rare and valued.. silence fillers who just have to hear something are insecure. then they have to be boring too cos they use any good material up in about 5 minutes. i quite like when you can sit there and suddenly come out with something utterly unexpected. e.g. builder rob: alright.... rhc: evening nobjockey... builder rob: pint for the nasty twat denice. Denice: **** you both you ****ing ****s. both take a sup and after about a miinute or two rhc: smashed yer women in the brown one lately? builder ron chokes on pint then : right f'n outside!
RHC: can you confirm that riding posh people is a genuine pub game in The Cheese? P.S. Funny, and quite accurate, post that MITO. Rep!
haha, I've done similar. Mrs came home telling me all about her day (in infinite detail) I feigned interest for all of a minute, before turning to her dead pan, and delivering the line "you're boring the ****ing arse off me"
