Post by Simon Butler on Feb 11, 2005 8:41:25 GMT -5
What was the name of the underground pub we used to go to down the road from the office?
We used to play pool there and it was here that I beat the shit out of Bill Barna wasn't it?
He was some fuckwitted gobshite who had been shown the door for "sharing" Ocean technical stuff with other software houses.
Or so I'm told...he said neatly sidestepping any legal troubles.
We started bumping into him at this watering hole and all he did was mouth off about how I had got him sacked when the truth of the mater was that it was his best buddy Mr Galway who had blown the whistle.
I didn't even know who the dumbass was...I passed him the corridor every now and then and I think we'd said "good morning" once or twice.
Put that together with the fact that I still don't know which end of a computer to blow down and yet I'm supposed to have been the one who rumbled his nefarious doings???
I fondly remember him sneering at me one final time in this pub I can't recall...and then me blowing my stack...as was my wont in those days...
I know Martin McDonald was there because one of his mates was silly enough to try and get past him to the bottom of the stairs where I was happily kicking seven shades of shite out of this excuse of a man.
I think Kane was with us...
Gaz was there...can't remember who else...it's all a bit of a bloody blur.
I know I made a mess of him and literally tore his shirt to tatters leaving him wandering bare from the waist up down Oxford Road.
Ah the things we did in our lunch times...
We used to play pool there and it was here that I beat the shit out of Bill Barna wasn't it?
He was some fuckwitted gobshite who had been shown the door for "sharing" Ocean technical stuff with other software houses.
Or so I'm told...he said neatly sidestepping any legal troubles.
We started bumping into him at this watering hole and all he did was mouth off about how I had got him sacked when the truth of the mater was that it was his best buddy Mr Galway who had blown the whistle.
I didn't even know who the dumbass was...I passed him the corridor every now and then and I think we'd said "good morning" once or twice.
Put that together with the fact that I still don't know which end of a computer to blow down and yet I'm supposed to have been the one who rumbled his nefarious doings???
I fondly remember him sneering at me one final time in this pub I can't recall...and then me blowing my stack...as was my wont in those days...
I know Martin McDonald was there because one of his mates was silly enough to try and get past him to the bottom of the stairs where I was happily kicking seven shades of shite out of this excuse of a man.
I think Kane was with us...
Gaz was there...can't remember who else...it's all a bit of a bloody blur.
I know I made a mess of him and literally tore his shirt to tatters leaving him wandering bare from the waist up down Oxford Road.
Ah the things we did in our lunch times...
