Comments on: What I Did On My Holidays

By: Ian

Ian — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 04:11:49 +0000

I am sorry. But how is nobody else who has commented not repulsed by the thought of licorice allsort slice?! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

Hush, Ian. If you don’t like licorice allsorts, then you’re exempt from any licorice allsort or allsort related recipe subsidiary judgment. If you DO like licorice allsorts, then DEAR GOD MAN, YOU HAVE TO TRY THE SLICE.
-Jasper

By: Nikki

Nikki — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 06:29:11 +0000

Think of me in 2 weeks time.
I have 9 months of maternity leave to catch every co-worker and parent up.
I think I might just start with “Well, I had a baby.” and get it down to one syllable. :p

Oh NO. You win. HEY EVERYBODY, NIKKI WINS. Oh! Will Eva be with you? Could you just cut out the speech altogether? When they go “OMG, Nikki, how was it all?” just point at her. Should explain it all, really.
-Jasper

By: Sexy james

Sexy james — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 04:15:03 +0000

I was exactly the same when I came back from Tokyo… It’s so crappy having to tell the same story over and over again.

It’s like people are trying to rub it in that you are back at work and not on holidays any more…

Half the time I think they’re only asking because they think they have to. I really want to stop them halfway and say “I don’t want to answer the question any more than you want to ask it. Let’s save us both the trouble, yeah?”
-Jasper

By: Parnarnia

Parnarnia — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 04:03:28 +0000

AND EVERYONE FOLLOWED MY REQUEST – I GOT FOR VOUCHERS FOR CHRISTMAS SO I COULD BUY MYSELF A PS3! FINALLY

Should that be
… request – I got four vouchers for Christmas?
Or
…followed my request – for vouchers for Christmas.

:)
P
Oh, good grief! How embarrassing. All fixed now! Well spotted, P-Diddy.
-Jasper

By: Byron

Byron — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 03:31:08 +0000

See, I hate returning to work for the exact same reason, but I deal with it differently. Every time I tell the story, I add more and more implausible details. “Yeah, and so My Aunt Christine said a whole bunch of incredibly ignorant, racist and bigoted things about X, while he was sitting opposite her at the table. So I [told her that if Jesus were here, he'd be ashamed of her,] got up and [dumped a giant bowl of lukewarm brandy custard down her front before I] stormed out of the room in disgust.”

Oh no, wait. That all actually happened.

Now I can’t tell the truth from the myth. But at any rate, wildly embellishing stories? I couldn’t possibly do that. That’s what this blog is for.
-Jasper

By: Girl Clumsy

Girl Clumsy — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 03:26:23 +0000

Heh, heh. Nice.

So, um… what did you do for New Year’s?

;)

Okay, THIS one I have covered: I worked on New Year’s Eve, and although I had a wonderful time, if I look forlorn and say “oh…I had to work”, people very quickly change the subject because they don’t want their shallow gesture of courtesy sullied by bad news. It’s brilliant!
-Jasper