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  • Yeah man. For the most part, people are thrown together for an eight or ten or twelve hour stint in work, so I guess you might as well try and get on with the folk you're paired or teamed with, if only to make the time burn down that little quicker.

    Sure, there's the extreme groups either side of the social spectrum that either want literally nothing to do with you outside what's mandated by the workplace - that's fine, that's their choice. There's folk who make being at work and entirely social affair - which is fine until their weight isn't being pulled.

    I guess nobody really wants to work, so you might as well turn every possible element into an advantage to make it that bit more bearable - and every now and then you'll meet a really good spud that turns into a nice person both in work and out. It's rare, but it does happen.

    Workplaces are just a different human setting: there's assholes, diamonds, liars and lifesavers in equal measure.

  • I think it's just a three or four hour entertainment show with a bit of American football thrown in every now and then.

    Great if you want to see a concert on a field in the middle of a sports game I suppose.

  • I struggle with cricket.

    Great sport, cracking late drama, and I really enjoy an afternoon out fielding and seeing what the batsman comes up with next...

    ...but TV coverage is just mindbogglingly boring now, even with the integration of interpolated camera angles and live stats and all the bells and whistles that come with modern coverage. At least it is for the British game - I would suggest that if you look east to the IPL or even to the T20 game, there's a lot more fun and games at play.

    Test cricket seems to be born for radio though, there's something quite relaxing about having a cricket game on Radio 5 in the garage or the workplace.

  • I fucking love AI.

    I'll qualify that with a small personal story on it: I have a colleague in a nearby office the other side of the city, who steps into supervise his team when the actual manager isn't there. Nice bloke, not much banter, but pleasant enough.

    You can fucking guarantee though that when a division-wide email has gone out, or a change of plan comes in... he's right on the phone to me asking what to do.

    The first few times it was cute. A guy must really love his job or hate himself to go into junior management, so walking him through routine tasks he may not have been exposed to may be beneficial to him in the long run.

    The problem is, it's near constant. Every single time something changes, he calls - not for advice, not for opinion, but "can you do this for my team too?". What really pulls a hair out of my arse is that there's a 50/50 chance of it being something I've already showed him. I've spoken to his actual manager at exasperated length but it's just a can kicked down the road with a "well he's still learning, isn't he?"

    I suppose he is, and I'm no teacher. When he phones now, I just tell him "mate our org has access to that fancy new Microsoft Copilot, it's fuckin' mint bro, solves all your problems", knowing fine well the disaster that's about to happen - partly to expose him to new technologies, but mainly to be a smug cunt.

    Invariably, he gets solutions that don't quite work, or ideas that don't quite fit the brief... and it's satisfying as fuck getting the follow-up call and saying "sorry bruv, Copilot is smarter than me, which isn't hard" or "nah sorry dude, it gives you a personalised response so that'll be outside of my domain, making my suggestions worthless".

    Fucking love it. It has reduced my workload immensely.

  • Not nearly on the same scale, but one of my favourite photos of me in a proud moment is me kneeling beside a local beach holding an oversized PR cheque for two hundred quid (my back-of-a-fag-packet maths suggests that's around US$266) for a charity I ran for.

    Now, two ton is next to fuck all in the grand scheme of things, and I was only expecting my colleagues and pals to empty their pockets of smash; euros; washers; and the odd Drachma into the tub - but for folk to think so highly of me and break my own target many times over in an era not too far after the credit crunch... well even now I look back and think "fuck yes past me, you did a bit of good there bro".

    Granted, I've given more in monthly GAYE donations (lol) off my top line in UK taxation dodges than that figure, but I absolutely get how the opposite is true - a relative minnow getting a cash boost that guarantees their R&D (and livelihoods too) for another fixed period of time.

    Fuck yes. (sorry for the anecdote.)

  • I think Section 31 as a concept is really quite lame, like a covert division of Internal Affairs of the de facto Galaxy Police organisation?

    It was just Sloan who was so well written and was so well performed that made it a fucking brilliant peek at Section 31.

  • I've been threatening to do this for years. Irregular hours have meant that I've skipped this idea, and rugby. I guess I'd love to go just for the workout and for the extra circle of friends, but I don't want to be wasting folks time when I'm not going to be able to make games consistently.

    I enjoyed playing roller hockey when I was younger and I know getting the skates back on after thirty years will be a challenge, maybe I'll give this a go again.

  • Out of curiosity, were you on the hook for the entire cost? As it, was any of it covered by insurance?

    It doesn't sound like much fun at all.

  • Even then, Trump isn't the root problem.

    I agree with everything you've said (for whatever that's worth, being from outside the US) - but the primary issue is the 30%+ of folk who are voting for this arsehole, along with the 30%+ of folk who didn't care enough to vote against it.

    Following that logic, it doesn't matter whether it's Trump, Hitler, Musk, Orban, Putin or whatever going for the post - it doesn't even matter whether they're constitutionally permitted to stand for office, if there's an overwhelming number of folk who don't give a fuck and vote that way anyway, then there's your bigger problem.

  • Tinnyday. Comes before or after Wednesday depending on daylight savings, encourages a beer or a wine (or whatever beverage of your choosing) to relax. Business hours the following day do not start until 10am.

    Delivery fees from online retailers are ineligible to charge delivery fees, local food orders must include a free canned beverage, people working in entertainment venues get double time.

  • The HAMBOTVER of the 2000s!

  • My first thought was: "I must try this". I need to read my house insurance policy first.

    Curiosity got the better of me when I waved an alcohol wipe over an open flame. There's still a dark mark on the office carpet tile from where I had to stamp it out.

  • James Pond 2 springs to mind.

    Didn't one of the Spring Yard acts in Sonic 1 have a spreedrunner-friendly red spring too?

  • A bit of both for me. Whenever I dropped a bollock in work or whereever, my head used to go down and I'd be waiting for the hairdryer treatment like I was waiting outside the headmaster's office.

    Now, if some cockwomble decides to mass-email someone with a passive aggressive email about "could the person who..." and it's quite clearly my mistake, I take great pleasure in absolutely owning it, smashing that reply-all button, and explaining in painful detail how yes it was my fuck up; yes I did do it with good intentions but hey things go sideways sometimes; and yes abso-fucking-lutely thank you for your shitty email that has had all the effect of a silent fart.

    I think the best part of adulting is that you can make no mistakes and still lose (yeah Picard boiiii), and realising that nobody's going to care about it in a week's time.

  • Weirdly, we are at (trade) war with Eastasia.

  • She does it well, so there's that.

  • Awesome. I am - at best, out of the loop in entertainment news: and at worst, culturally retarded - so I was sat at LCY with a colleague and he was pointing out famous chefs, golfers, public figures every five minutes.

    I was still trying to figure out how anyone affords either to eat or drink at the airport without being on business expenses.

  • For celeb-spotting and transit links: London City Airport. It's nice being able to check your bags and fuck off into Stratford for a few hours. It's super expensive though.

    For a chill experience: London Southend Airport. Not in London, but loads of seating, decent views across the tarmac, and loooaaads of room.

    For getting lost: Washington Dulles. Christ that place was designed by Stevie Wonder in a house fire. The sheer number of destinations is wonderous though fair play, a great place to feel like a tiny cog in a huge machine.