I’m waiting for the new wave of Lysenkoism.

I have a Dymo and am not afraid to use it.

Apologies for the delay, had to change the tape on the bat-printer.

So my parents naming me ‘Moist’ has now left me in a confusion loop.

moppy; well on; shook; inebriated; tanked up; oiled; well-oiled; cock-eyed; cross-eyed; crooked; boozed; muzzy; sozzled; bat-eyed; pie-eyed; having quantum sufficio; and under the influence of intoxicating liquor.”

To quote Myles na gCopaleen:
“drunk; jarred; fluthered, canned; rotten; plasthered; elephants; fluthery-eyed; spiflicated; screwed; tight; mouldy; maggoty; full to the brim; footless; blind; spaychless; blotto; scattered; merry;

“Braintree” is in Essex, not wherever this random jumble of letters is supposed to be.
Near Steeple Bumpstead. Not far from Fingeringhoe.

The revenge of Lord Woolton’s Pie.

1978 called, with a shrinking staff and flying cloud.

You never forget your first Monkey.

Time for the riding pinks. Tally- ho!

“I’ve been cornered by some cutlery.”

‘Blackburn’ and ‘civilisation’ - no, must resist…

Pig-in-a-pokey made real.

Scott Tracy, looking realistic.

Starring roles: Thunderbirds (1964).

Can’t claim it (it’s from ‘The Thick of It’) but apt.

See also: omnishambles.

Ooo! Meta!

VM on a Hercules card - that brings back memories!

I like Ike.

Slungus.

Tally-ho. Slava Ukraini!

“The PANGOLIN File”.

It's always "are you on the spectrum?" and never "thank you for those incredibly specific and honestly fascinating nuclear weaponry development facts, with their accompanying metallurgical, evolutionary and cultural footnotes.”

I understand perfectly. The Trio here would just be very, very disappointed with this ape.

So, it may seem like a slog, but you’re doing it for yourself, and we should all remember those wise words.

…keeping the machines running was quite important, and so it was agreed that we’d carry on as before.
At the end of this meeting of mind, the droid, wanting to get in the last word: “Any questions?” To which Stevie answered “Yeah, why don’t you fuck off?”

…and they were working in parallel with Personnel, who we got on well with. Wanting to make a splash, the HR droid decided that overtime for the ops gry - you know, the 24/7 team - was excessive, and called a Very Important Meeting.
It didn’t go as expected.
Personnel agreed with us that /

As for qualms, the workplace has become a far more hostile environment (HR, you’re not helping.*) Most assignments are dull. But as with all things, it’s what you make of it. And I’m a Situationist at heart.
*From the days of yore: the company was just introducing an HR department, /

…in your direction which allows for ludicrous liberties and rates. Of course, there are local government and NGO rates, which make ‘ludicrous’ look distinctly shabby. Danger money.
If you combine your (evident) people skills with a tech background, you can pretty much get away with murder. /

Got the above-mentioned quals over about 15 years and then the market collapsed. I mean, not like the outsourcing/insourcing cycle wounding, real bloodletting.
So I leveraged experience and work as a troubleshooter.
People don’t know what you do, but will project their organisational insecurity/

I started in ops but refused the dark paths of development and manglement. Fairly lucky that the market in Europe paid well, and did everything from site planning, platforms, ancillaries, installation, sizing, tuning, with time spent running monitoring and scheduling teams. /