Comments on: Cultural differences

By: bennett

bennett — Sat, 29 Aug 2009 14:43:22 +0000

@valentine -
*i* find scot cuntspeak deliciously titillating and oddly exciting. but then i’m just a dumb Yank.

By: Eilidh

Eilidh — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 10:02:44 +0000

Aw doll, sorry to hear about your accident. I was pretty impressed with the NHS treatment I got when I severed the tendons in my right hand a couple of years ago. I was admitted in the wee hours (alcohol may have been a factor – ahem) and despite looking like Carrie, everyone that dealt with me was lovely not least because they gave me lots of lovely morphine. The bedside manner of the surgeon that came around in the morning to tell me the good news left a lot to be desired, but tbh if I’m going to have a world class Swiss surgeon putting my hand back together, he can insult my mother and fart in my general direction and I won’t complain. The aftercare I received was awesome too. The hand trauma dept in the Victoria is brilliant and I had a giggle every week when I went in for my physio. It helped that a mate of mine was a physio too, so I got extra tuition. Mine was a textbook recovery apparently, especially given the extent of the damage. Having said that, my hand still isn’t 100%, and probably never will be, but I count my blessings. Tendon injuries can be a total bastard but with good, regular physio there’s no reason why you won’t experience a full recovery within weeks or months. Look after yourself, sir. Stop punching things.

By: valentine

valentine — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 23:17:34 +0000

hoss why don’t you bag the wee this and wee that and making nice things for nice people and biting the hand that feeds you? and comment on the comment: scot cuntspeak is SO tiresome.

By: Lexico

Lexico — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 17:11:29 +0000

Last week I had to attend Monklands A&E with my mum who had unfortunaltely broken her wrist. It was 1am in the morning so the waiting area was full of drunk and junked up folks in various stages of distress. One guy though was completely off his trolley. He was in his fifties, well steemin’ and rolling on the floor in the feotal position. He honestly sounded close to death, screaming and groaning in between shouts of “ma guts are fuckin’ killin’ me man”. Everytime a nurse came through the security doors to call the next in line he was up like a shot and running for the entrance with “ah’m fuckin next ya cunts”. Apparently he’d been there for 4 hours and already had the cops out 3 times to tell him to calm down. Mum and I were in for hours, she needed her wrist pulled into position so eventually was admitted to a ward. As I left at 7am in the morning he was still in the waiting room only this time a guy in a Dominoes Pizza hat was standing over him as he rifled about in his pockets so he could pay for the pizza and coke he’d phoned in “cause ah’m fuckin’ starvin’ and if this fuckin pizza kills me ah’m gonna sue you nhs cunts”. Marvellous eh!