"Dear Meowthrie"

Now that's not really a laughing matter

 

Dear Meowthrie

I need your advice as to how to tackle a man who lives down the road from me. For many years he was quite well to do in a job that was far more highly paid than my own position. I remember he used to take every opportunity he could to rub my nose in it and constantly remind me that he had a lot more money than me, had far more accomplished work colleagues and that I should ‘know my place’
A few years ago I managed to get a job in the same place as him and, by hard work, found myself doing quite well, better than he was if I’m to be honest.
A couple of years after I joined, he was made redundant and, while I flourished, being awarded the company’s Fantastic Achievement Cup, he languished in a job almost as low paid as the one I had at the end of the 1970s.
Just over a year ago I was unfortunate enough to lose my job, due to the bungling of those in the accounts department, and found myself in a new, but lower paid position. I thought that, with less of a division between our jobs, things might be different. But the guy down the road seemed to take great joy in the fact I was no longer working in the place where he made all his money, even though he was still in a more menial job.
Recently though things have come to a head. Last month this man from down the road managed to get a job in the office I’m working in. He’s only been here five minutes and yet he’s already got his feet under the table, cozying up with those at the top. He’s even started to talk about getting promotion within a year of starting.
Meowthrie I really couldn’t bare it if he got promoted upstairs while I’m stuck here in middle-management. How do you suggest I approach the man when he comes into my office bragging about his prospects?

 

Just to reassure you devon I don't have a dog and if I did I wouldn't kick him. I included that comment as I estimate that most letters to Agony Uncles are fictitious so to make mine seem more real I needed to be a little more creative.

 

Oh poor little dogger - there he is, lying comfortably across your feet, like a little comfy blanket keeping the chillblains out, and whoosh......... up in the air. One day he's going to nip your ankle!

 

Devo, I am not a qualified agony uncle, but I do remember the old adage, "Be nice to people on the way up as you might meet them again on the way down."

I have to ask you to examine your behaviour on your rise up the greasy pole. If you have always been respectful, and never mocking during your neighbours difficulties, then I think you should shake his hand in congratulation, and just accept that perhaps for the moment the better man has won.

 

No. I think you're getting me mixed up with George and Mildred Roper

 

Just watched a couple on youtube. You really can't whack 1970s and early 80s sitcoms

 

Bloody Hell, you Skates are stuck in a time warp. You'll be posting clips of "Terry and June" next.Or maybe that cutting edge comedy "On the buses"

Wait until Sky comes to the Island, you may get to watch something from this century, plus as a bonus, some of it is even funny.

 

Oh well, if you insist....

[video=youtube;20M4Tm93yEU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=20M4Tm93yEU&NR=1[/video]

 

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This is shown on National TV in Scandinavia and Germany every New Year's Eve.

[video=youtube;b1v4BYV-YvA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1v4BYV-YvA[/video]

 

Terry and June, On the Buses, George and Mildred, you Skates really are strange. There was some fantastic comedy back in the day, but not that tripe. It wasn't funny at the time and looking back it's somehow become even less funny. It's embarrassingly bad.

 

Clearly the best comedy imo is Scrubs and Futurama. Miranda's also quite amusing in a silly way.

And tbh, I haven't really heard of any of the programmes mentioned in this thread.

 

Dear Meowthrie

Can you please give me some advice as to what I could get my wife for her birthday next week.

I’ve never been good at selecting appropriate gifts and I always seem to get the wrong end of the stick when hints are made.

For example, for Valentine’s Day, she asked me to get some-thing to wear when handling some-thing ‘hot’ and for our anniversary she simply said she wanted ‘some-thing with diamonds’ in.

Now I’m a pretty down to earth sort of man who calls a spade a spade, so I thought the oven gloves and the pack of cards fitted their respective criteria, but ‘er indoors was less than happy I can tell you.

Now, for her birthday she’s asked me to get her some-thing that goes from 0-120 in 6 seconds. Now I’ve been shopping around and have found some nice metric bathroom scales, but do you think I should get a digital set or stick to the good old fashioned dial type?

 

you like dicing with death don't you devon!!!!