Ha, I'm sure that's when I met him the first time. In fact he knew I was me because I said that's a husker du t shirt you must be Jamie. He said you must be nick because hardly anyone knows husker du.
The other clue to his identity was the vague aroma of death and felch.

Edit: thinking about it, the smell of felch may have emanated from funty.

Edited by nickgusset (12 Jun 2016 2.18pm)

Living in Sydney for 13 years exposed me to the worst kind of Facebook w***ery. Loads of [mainly English] ex pats gloating about the weather and beaches and generally w***ing off about Sydney. So annoying

"We love you Palace, we f@cking hate Man U, We love you Palace, we hate the brighton too, We love you Palace we play in red 'n' blue, so f@ck you, and you ...

Not your own mum, then?

You can always tell when a woman is on the blob with a random comment like.....'feeling fed up today' etc....

Ditto. It frustrates me no end when people who have absolutely no use for linkedin are on there. Like my sister. Is there some kind of special network of teaching assistants?

I hate linkedin, but as Mr Funt says, as a contractor is a necessary evil, and it was down to linkedin that I got my current role. Its also the curse as it typically results in people phoning me up about jobs that sound really interesting, and after five minutes they tell me its a permanent position.

It also means you have to 'friend' HR consultants (re: recruiting Nazi) which in itself is the moral equivalent of admitting you can only get aroused by putting your finger in a dogs ars*hole.

But I do have Mr Funt in my Network

"One Nation Under God, has turned into One Nation Under the Influence of One Drug"
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Lol

When I was a young girl my Mother said to me.. You listen here kid you're CPFC