Oh, you poor boy. You seem to be stuck in a loop, AGAIN. It's quite common, even amongst intelligent people. I would think your BFF, GULP, would be happy to help ... he usually does. You two web heroes have many things in common ... mainly, commonness (THREE double letters, Wow!! You can put that on your CV to make you appear intelligent, if you wish). And now, Select, Copy, Paste, Feel Smug, Wait, Read, Wait for your BFF to bail you out, Reply, Repeat, ...
My mate works a zero hour contract at a pub and apparently is being made to work Christmas eve, Christmas day, Boxing day and New Years eve. I've told him he can refuse the work but he's under the impression he'll be fired as his boss said 'no holidays at all during December'. Merry Christmas.
And your point is ... erm ... precisely what? Should the pub close down during the Christmas holiday so that your "mate" can enjoy his normal daily "occupation" of doing ... what, precisely? Does your "mate" have any qualifications in any topic of any value whatsoever to the future of the world? Is he otherwise "normal" in the commonly accepted sense of the world?
It should close on Christmas Day, yeah. Anyone who goes to a pub on Christmas Day is a sad twat. His normal daily occupation is going to university during the day and working evening and night shifts at the pub. Spending time with his family and friends over the holidays is the opposite of his 'normal daily occupation'; it's his time to relax before he starts his uni exams again in January. As for the rest of your post, it's just typical of the rest of the bollocks you spout on this forum. The bit about him having 'any qualifications in any topic of any value whatsoever' is irrelevant and subjective. People don't exist purely to work and nor should they.
I'm not sure that anyone going to a pub on Christmas Day is a sad twat. Things may be a lot different now but after leaving Hull, I lived in a village just outside Darlington and in the sixties and early seventies before I moved to Canada, the local pubs opened for short hours across noon and in the evening and all were frequented by folk enjoying companionship. Those with ties to children were obviously absent. I have fond memories of a couple of lunch time pints with my family, friends and neighbours in the Bay Horse, Hurworth before heading home for Christmas dinner. The air was always ripe with the smell of new jumpers, little cigars (Tom Thumb and Manequins I think but please correct me) and of course, the smell of Christmas gift after shave - predominantly Old Spice. It was a wonderful time of community.
Not for those who work, and for my mate, he's under the impression it's not optional, despite the fact it's a zero hour contract and workers' rights allow those on ZHCs to refuse shifts if they please. He's been told he can't have holidays at all in December. I've told him to either call in sick or to refuse the shift, which is well within his rights.
One of the best things about Christmas? Elf on the shelf!! Brilliant. If you don't know what it is have a google. Sounds daft but the kids love it
It is something you could have fun with. I think I'm about ready for a grandsprog, if only to enable me to justify my childlike idiocy.
Mrs Tash picked one up in a shop and suggested buying on...I rolled my eyes and wandered off to look for hot mulled wine Anyway we don't really have any shelves
Kinnell. We move ever closer to a totalitarian, surveillance state. This is a communist driven plot formulated so that parents spy on their children's nefarious activities, families report dubious practices to a central regulation committee and the innocent suffer terrible indignities at the hands of a faceless, controlling dictatorship. It's doublespeak, it's cultural distortion, it's designed for an oppressive state to administer social control on the downtrodden masses. It's a North Pole Stasi in furry jackboots armed with candy canes. Brutal, domineering and judgemental. A Kafkaesque vision of an Orwellian distopia, writ large with sleighs, bells and sinister, secretive characters dressed in gawdy uniforms.
I shall edit. It wasn't even an autocorrect or nothing, I actually typed that. I'm away to explore my subconscious mind. Bastard that it is.
Funny how you don't mention all the fascist plots which have historically spied on millions of children's nefarious activities unlike the Communists who only spied on thousands.
