PhobosAnomaly

You’re not far wrong, more of a confused “what… the… fuck…?” while everyone’s looking at their names in two inch high letters.

Make it an absolute bastard to shred at the end of the day though.

We had a printer in one of the sites I work at that could print lots of weird and wonderful paper sizes, I think A2 was the maximum.

It would remember your last used settings though, so if you’d needed to print some map or drawing on a page you could see from space, you had to manually select that paper tray, but critically you had to remember to change it back. Whatever tray you sent the job to, the printer would automatically scale it to size.

If you’d printed a diagram one moment and printed a team sheet for the next day, forgetting that critical interim step, you’d end up with a list of people assigned to tasks that ordinarily be an A4 page, printed at 400% size and having to be blu-tac’d to the wall rather than just pinned as usual.

I say “having to”, it could easily be reprinted in A4, but it did the same job and conveyed the same information.

It was entertaining seeing the odd letter appearing in A2 which had no hope of ever fitting in an envelope, or someone’s kid’s four-to-a-page birthday invites inadvertently blasted into A3, negating the point of it being small and able to be stuck to the fridge or whatever.

Fun times.

Is this still a thing?

I remember when drinks were topped off with liquid nitrogen to give off the smoky look and people were getting hospitalised with burns, but that when I had the time/money/interest/available friends to go out… so a good twenty years ago.

yes

Don’t

You’d have to zip six birds together to get Plutonia on it.

Well, technically it has a built in backdoor…

Oftentimes, it was even more wild than that. One flight may have been ten or twelve quid; and the other flight might have been three or four quid. Granted this was ten or fifteen years ago; but some of the low-cost carrier flights were insanely low.

There’s still some crazy low prices to be had if you live near a hub for a low cost carrier, like Stansted or Glasgow Prestwick.

Johnny Jam to his mates, or J-Traffz to his record label.

Yeah, it’s frustrating.

I’m not entirely sure what the rubberneckers want to see either. “Oh look, someone critically injured next to someone who is likely deceased”, because that isn’t a day ruiner at the best of times.

Odd.

An old colleague of mine worked at a different office - he got fed up of the rat run and took a job within a stone’s throw of Stansted Airport - close enough that a hotel or carpark shuttle bus covered his route.

He couldn’t be arsed with London and Essex house prices so he bought his house near Shannon (yes, in the Republic of Ireland) and commuted by plane every day. The major problem with that was if he didn’t book a flight when they were released (where it was about fifteen or twenty quid return!), or if there was a short notice job came in that changed his hours, he was royally fucked and it cost him a fortune.

I should imagine his carbon footprint was somewhere between “Chinese concrete factory” and “literally burning petrol in the back garden for a laugh”.

A friend of a friend did something similar in east London - couldn’t be holed with the London house prices so got a place in some Paris suburb and commuted by train most mornings, only staying over if there was a staff night out or a late working task planned.

…and I sometimes complain about my ten mile commute.

Good shout.

I live fairly rurally and the roads/drivers don’t really lend themselves to new riders.

I think if I lived in a big town or city though, I’d absolutely pick up a chicken chaser and rattle about short distances on one, they seem to be perfect for that sort of use case.

Plus, not that I’m a huge fan of tobacco advertising, bikes in the Rothmans livery look absolutely stunning to me.

Funnily enough, I’m planning on getting my licence at some point.

I’ve no interest in motorbikes, I would just love to learn how to ride one safely.

A few years ago, I was bitching and moaning about a jam, and my pal just said “you’re not in traffic, you are traffic”.

I know it’s nothing more than a cheeky soundbite but just reframing it like that and knowing I’m part of the problem rather than the exception has made me a lot calmer on slow moving roads.

Plus it has encouraged me to either use public transport more, or just drive to a park-and-ride a mile or three out, and run the rest - facilities permitting of course.

It’s almost as if we’re weaving a whole narrative from a meme post.

Either way, I hope they had a lovely time.

It does. I’m in the UK so 90% of the lagers or beers are between 4 and 5%.

If you get on the Special Brew then going into double figures will probably ruin you the following day. That said, start hooning a couple of slabs of Carling C2 and you’ll spend most of your time sobering up pissing in the bog/up the neighbours fence/in your mate’s wardrobe in the middle of a dream.

It’s quite simple really.

Are you planning on a sensible night with a few tinnies? 4.

Are you wanting to get wankered but still make sense by lunchtime tomorrow? 14.

Are you wanting to get utterly trashed and wake up the morning after the morning after? 24.

Are you part of a suicide cult? Yeah go with 104, sure whatever.

I do quite like the self-awareness of Bubsy 3D being absolute donkey tonk. The redrawn sprites in 3D looks cool, let’s see if they learn the lessons from thirty-ish years ago.

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I used to share an office with a contractor in the UK.

Their sickie policy was that you didn’t get paid at all for the first four days of sickness, but for periods of five days or longer you got paid the statutory sick pay rate for the entirety of the sick period.

It was to disincentivise the “one day wonder” sickies after a night in the piss or when you couldn’t be arsed going to work - but predictably, all it did was guarantee that people would be off for at least five days so they got something out of it.

Absolutely backwards.