Post by Simon Butler on Feb 5, 2005 8:02:12 GMT -5
After one particular Christmas hootenanny when Ocean had been kind enough to put the shiftless Scousers up in one of Manchester's premier hotels I had words with one Colin Stokes after he tried to embarass me in front of some clients and make himself look big.
He would have needed a stack of phone books and a large box for that.
This particular little incident ended up with me putting him up the wall of the hotel foyer by his throat.
ah...happy days.
I ran into Jon Woods the next day and expected to be toe-ended out of the office.
He just winked and muttered something along the lines of "about time...and everyone had wanted to do the same at one point or another."
Good old Jon. A man of few words, but always wise ones.
As for our smug and dumpy friend he went on to fine and wonderful things at that top-class emporium of high-quality software.. Rage.
And now...if the industry scuttlebutt is to be believed he is stacking shelves at one of the finer supermarkets on the Wirral.
Please God! Let it be true.
;D
He would have needed a stack of phone books and a large box for that.
This particular little incident ended up with me putting him up the wall of the hotel foyer by his throat.
ah...happy days.
I ran into Jon Woods the next day and expected to be toe-ended out of the office.
He just winked and muttered something along the lines of "about time...and everyone had wanted to do the same at one point or another."
Good old Jon. A man of few words, but always wise ones.
As for our smug and dumpy friend he went on to fine and wonderful things at that top-class emporium of high-quality software.. Rage.
And now...if the industry scuttlebutt is to be believed he is stacking shelves at one of the finer supermarkets on the Wirral.
Please God! Let it be true.
;D