robroy:
Just realised what a sad [zb] I am.sat here on New years eve, on a forum talking to other sad [zb] of the trucking fraternity. But this is why.
I have been to numerous N.Y eve parties in the past, but have not bothered for last 10yrs or so.It’s not that am anti social, could not be more wrong, I love a night out a laugh and a few pints.
I’ve had a good few nights out over the hols, both with mates and the Mrs, a right good laugh on each one.It’s just that I hate New years eve.
I mean you go out and you can not get served at the bar for these [zb] on their one and only …annual night out.as my mate says ‘‘you can’t see the bar for non drinkers’’.
When you do manage to get ■■■■■■■ to forget how bad the night is, next you are the victim of enforced fun, ie.having to form a circle holding hands with some ■■■■■■ you hate on one side, and a fat slag with a mini skirt on the other, singing a stupid [zb] song that you have not got a [zb] clue what it’s about, and only know half the words…I mean , who the [zb] was or is Old Lang Syne ffs?
Then when you have endured that, you get these [zb] s (who never usually speak to you any other time) wishing you Happy new year, then the old fat slag with a mini skirt who you sang that song beside, (who has bad breath) wanting to snog your [zb] ing face off.
Then when it is all over you phone for a taxi, you wait outside [zb] freezing for an hour , and it costs you half a weeks wage, just to get home to the wife who won’t speak to you, because she smells the cheap nasty Sunday market perfume on you after being a victim of the fat slag. so she gets the wrong idea, and you end up kipping on the sofa with the [zb] dog licking your face all night.
To cap it all you wake up with the hangover from hell in the morning, and realise you are another year older.
That is why I am sat on here getting ready to watch Paul Weller on Jools Holland’s show with my lovely Mrs drinking a glass of wine and me on the John Smiths.
Am I on my own here, in this way of thinking■■?
Happy new year.
Oh dear, what a dreary post.
It sounds to me like you need to get yourself on the agency, robroy . Being one myself I was out enjoying myself spending some of the £50k I’ve earnt this year, sampling all the quality liquors, spirits, beers and fine wines and generally having a bloody good time. I am genuinely saddened to learn that a taxi home costs you half your tramper’s wage. Personally for me the cost never even registered on my radar; we even left the meter running while we stopped off for pizza and kebabs and I was feeling in such a chipper mood that I gave the driver a tenner tip as well - mere pocket change for me really.
Maybe your New Year Resolution for 2016 is to stop spending all your time whinging about wages and conditions on internet forums and actually put your arse into gear and make something of your life instead of being a £500 a week tramper ■■■■■? Then come next New Year’s Eve you too will be able to go out partying, enjoying the fruits of your labour instead of being sat in your council house watching dreary TV programmes whilst drinking John Smiths which was on offer at Tesco because it was all you could afford
. And face it, paying some guy who has history of poor performance £25 a year to sort it all for you is never going work, chap.
Well, here’s to 2016, looking good for another £50k+er! Already booked up from tonight and into next week
.