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Jul. 27th, 2008 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
debithaShopping was done. I haven't got everything I needed, but by God I spent a lot of money.
Caught up with Workmate K for a drink afterwards, and we got hit up (possibly hit on, it was a little hard to tell) by what has to have been the biggest arsehole I have ever come across. And I've met a few. He was one of those people who just comes across as offensive every time he open's his mouth. It was actually quite amazing. The conversation went something like this:
WEIRD GUY: This is a crap place. There are practically no pubs.
WORKMATE K: You probably want to go to Old Town. That's where people usually go out in Swindon. It's probably about £5-6 by taxi from here.
WEIRD GUY: I am from Winchester which was voted the best place in Britain to live. Swindon is rubbish.
K: I wouldn't say that to anyone else around here mate, or you'll get yourself in some trouble.
WG (I can't even describe the way he said this. Apply words like "swaggering" and "cocky" and you're on the right track): I've got something in my pocket that'll stop any of that sort of nonsense. [Dramatic Pause] It's not a gun. It's a badge.
ME: Oh, right.
K and I: *look at each other* *focus intently on our drinks*
WG: You know Winchester was voted one of the best places to live in Britain. It's got the New Forest and the Isle of Wight, and one of the lowest crime rates in the country and a lot of history. Although I've probably lost you girls there.
ME: Hmmm? Oh it was the main adminstrative centre for the region under the Romans, and the local tribes before them. *smile sweetly*
WG: You mean King Alfred and so on?
ME: Oh no, he was Saxon. I meant before the Romans. Actually. *smile sweetly*
K and I: *go back to drinks*
WG: Winchester is has one of the lowest rates of unemployment in the country, and it's 80% White British.
K: I'm not really sure that's a good thing.
WG: Well, 88% of the British population are against all the Poles who come and take all the jobs from British people.
ME: Oh please, the Poles are doing all the jobs the British don't want to do.
WG: Well, exactly. If they all went home British people would do those jobs.
K: I think you have only to look at South Wales to know that's not true.
WG: ?
K: South Wales has practically no immigrant population, and one of the highest rates of unemployment in the country.
WG: ... Well I bet Swindon-
K: Actually, Swindon has the highest rate of negative unemployment in the country and has had for about 10 years now.
WG: ...
It went on for little while until we finished our drinks and abandoned ship. Then I went to get my train and ended up with another one but it was, thankfully, much shorter as she got on a different carriage than me. Apparently the fine weather brings out the crazies.
Today the weather continues fine, so we are having an impromptu bbq.
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Which is now over because I got distracted before I hit "post". But more on that later.
Caught up with Workmate K for a drink afterwards, and we got hit up (possibly hit on, it was a little hard to tell) by what has to have been the biggest arsehole I have ever come across. And I've met a few. He was one of those people who just comes across as offensive every time he open's his mouth. It was actually quite amazing. The conversation went something like this:
WEIRD GUY: This is a crap place. There are practically no pubs.
WORKMATE K: You probably want to go to Old Town. That's where people usually go out in Swindon. It's probably about £5-6 by taxi from here.
WEIRD GUY: I am from Winchester which was voted the best place in Britain to live. Swindon is rubbish.
K: I wouldn't say that to anyone else around here mate, or you'll get yourself in some trouble.
WG (I can't even describe the way he said this. Apply words like "swaggering" and "cocky" and you're on the right track): I've got something in my pocket that'll stop any of that sort of nonsense. [Dramatic Pause] It's not a gun. It's a badge.
ME: Oh, right.
K and I: *look at each other* *focus intently on our drinks*
WG: You know Winchester was voted one of the best places to live in Britain. It's got the New Forest and the Isle of Wight, and one of the lowest crime rates in the country and a lot of history. Although I've probably lost you girls there.
ME: Hmmm? Oh it was the main adminstrative centre for the region under the Romans, and the local tribes before them. *smile sweetly*
WG: You mean King Alfred and so on?
ME: Oh no, he was Saxon. I meant before the Romans. Actually. *smile sweetly*
K and I: *go back to drinks*
WG: Winchester is has one of the lowest rates of unemployment in the country, and it's 80% White British.
K: I'm not really sure that's a good thing.
WG: Well, 88% of the British population are against all the Poles who come and take all the jobs from British people.
ME: Oh please, the Poles are doing all the jobs the British don't want to do.
WG: Well, exactly. If they all went home British people would do those jobs.
K: I think you have only to look at South Wales to know that's not true.
WG: ?
K: South Wales has practically no immigrant population, and one of the highest rates of unemployment in the country.
WG: ... Well I bet Swindon-
K: Actually, Swindon has the highest rate of negative unemployment in the country and has had for about 10 years now.
WG: ...
It went on for little while until we finished our drinks and abandoned ship. Then I went to get my train and ended up with another one but it was, thankfully, much shorter as she got on a different carriage than me. Apparently the fine weather brings out the crazies.
Today the weather continues fine, so we are having an impromptu bbq.
.
.
.
Which is now over because I got distracted before I hit "post". But more on that later.
