If you're a royal nonce your punishment is being moved to a smaller mansion that you still don't pay for. I used to work in the MOD and over the years encountered several people who worked with/near him and the opinions were consistent: he was a nasty, thick POS.
There's a whole world of TV sports show bangers. MotD isn't bad, but Ski Sunday and Test Match Special Soul Limbo are sublime. Also, whoever paid off Fleetwood Mac (presumably in cocaine) for the F1 music and the maniacs behind the World in Action theme also deserve a mention.
Sorry, sharp-elbowed, middle class mummy in your range rover I'm not going to let you out just because little Hugo and Fenella are late for prep school.
To avoid the venom of their admittedly aging fan base, there's a band that starts with a K and ends in something that rhymes with finks who released an album regarding a group dedicated to a feature of a small English settlement that despite being constantly quoted by musos is just a bit average.
And that nice plaza with seating areas showing happy families, cyclists and professionals with takeaway coffees that should actually show a bunch of drunks occupying the seats and vaping youths screaming past on electric scooters.
I can do a few of them. I remember Tony E, infrastructure manager at a big county council in the south east who spent years playing Second Life all day while earning ~50k a year. Also, his boss, Trevor P who was getting kickbacks from a recruitment firm for employing PMs on £500/day rates.
Indeed. I recall Cliff, the AS400 support guy, who used to sleep in the data centre most afternoons. This was at a self titled 'world leader' in pharmaceuticals. Its name rhymed with Byko Health.
