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we've got Johnny Bravo for a fella who spends most of his time chatting up female colleagues then Statler and Waldorf for the two grumpy old blokes who sit next to each other moaning about something or other (one is also known as Norris Cole)

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There was a bloke in our place who insisted on using his title "Doctor" even though his doctorate was fuck-all to do with his job.  (His job was related to crime prevention campaigns; his doctorate was in Elizabethan poetry.)  He was also a lazy fucker.

 

Doctor Doolittle, obviously.

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10 minutes ago, manwiththestick said:

We have Creepy Steve. He's late forties and he hangs around the office canteen trying to make small talk with all the young girls. Found out that he had been looking and liking stuff on all their LinkedIn profiles in the early hours one weekend.

 

Legend.

You work with Rico?

 

Scenes. 

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1 hour ago, manwiththestick said:

We have Creepy Steve. He's late forties and he hangs around the office canteen trying to make small talk with all the young girls. Found out that he had been looking and liking stuff on all their LinkedIn profiles in the early hours one weekend.

 

Legend.

Didn’t know we worked together. 

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There's some studenty lad in our work who has long dark hair and a beard. He wears loads of mad weird clothes but thinks he's some style icon. I was in the break room talking to my mate and this lad walks past and he says, "kip of him, he looks like a Jarg Andrea Pirlo" 

 

So hes been christened Jarg Pirlo. 

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On 03/06/2011 at 14:43, brucespanner said:

Once worked with a guy called Frank 'The Bastard'.

 

Never did find out the reason behind the moniker, but after spending a few ill advised nights out with Mr The Bastard I could understand his Bastardness, the guy was an animal.


A blast from the past.

 

Years later Frank would pretty much set fire to his house and all his worldly possessions after one sweet sherry too many. Mr The Bastard didn’t have time for insurance and even less time for interior design, so he just left it as it was, a charred reimagining if it’s former ‘glory’. 
 

I assume, years later, it’s still the same.

 

I don’t miss Frank.

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