tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643498138460820479.post1405380030032282099..comments2024-01-25T14:00:46.589-08:00Comments on Northern Snippet: Shit happens...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643498138460820479.post-26690824478686107002013-11-13T11:08:43.418-08:002013-11-13T11:08:43.418-08:00Oh my, I do not miss that kind of thing AT ALL. An...Oh my, I do not miss that kind of thing AT ALL. And it is kind of sad how many redundant bus drivers lost the whole lot having been roped in to the 'easy life' ,as naive as an American, by a brewery :-(Viviannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03478973141660495485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643498138460820479.post-57529348485352424902013-11-05T09:14:36.000-08:002013-11-05T09:14:36.000-08:00smaleseAhh, the joys of pub life. It never fails t...smaleseAhh, the joys of pub life. It never fails to amaze me how people can get shit on the walls, but they do.Wally Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655890812112038752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643498138460820479.post-78928009898702185802013-10-25T12:14:37.270-07:002013-10-25T12:14:37.270-07:00Oh that's it, I'll have to change my retir...Oh that's it, I'll have to change my retirement plans. I van't stand shit. I can clean up vom till I'm blue in the face (although would rather not) but any type of excrement has me throwing up and making matters worse. Expat mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17798190669591053390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643498138460820479.post-17317116264649289412013-10-21T07:08:29.125-07:002013-10-21T07:08:29.125-07:00Having been a barmaid for a number of years, I kno...Having been a barmaid for a number of years, I know the endless amount of work it takes to run a pub. And oooohhhh, the nasty jobs. I think the highlight of my career was scooping chicken-wing vomit from a urinal. I've also had to clean pissed-on upholstery and pulled up the trousers of a punter who passed out while having a slash in the car park. Not how I envisage my retirement, that's for sure. Hell, I felt too old for it when I hit thirty.Rohttp://rowantreedesign.co.uk/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643498138460820479.post-13205551964380594372013-10-16T17:55:06.955-07:002013-10-16T17:55:06.955-07:00Was just about to have my breaky but feel sick now...Was just about to have my breaky but feel sick now :( Definitely worth paying the staff with a bottle of wine or 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or 7....... Whatever it takes, I just couldn't :( UrsulaFletcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05787887524441173463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5643498138460820479.post-7530405544370923872013-10-16T09:01:55.331-07:002013-10-16T09:01:55.331-07:00oh deary, deary me! How awful. I hate going into ...oh deary, deary me! How awful. I hate going into a loo to discover that there is a bit of a mess. One feels duty bound to explain to the next person that it wasn't you. And of course, they think that it WAS you. <br /><br />I think that you might have to invest in a 12-bottle box for staff to 'encourage' them to help with the clearing up!Alison Crosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06565962059926865121noreply@blogger.com