Category Archives: Miss Ranty Pants

Sticking Up for Posh

So many people despise Posh Spice. They think she’s moody, too thin, thick, miserable, and not good enough for the divine David Beckham. Personally, I’m sick of the bad rap poor old Posh gets. When the ‘lovely family man’ David Beckham cheated on her with … Continue reading

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What it Means to be a Brit

I catch the bus to work every morning. Sometimes I am there on my own. Sometimes another few people are waiting in line with me. Most of the time, I am the last to join the queue. Rarely do I reach the … Continue reading

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The Rules of Engagement

Miss U, a girl I work with, is soon to undergo an arranged marriage. Although I don’t necessarily agree with this method of coupling, I do understand that she has been brought up to expect this and that for her, … Continue reading

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Random Work Irritations #10

An example of the truly scintillating nuggets of conversation my bloody work colleague KKK is capable of coming out with: KKK: I ate a Toffee Crisp on Sunday. ME:(cocking imaginary shotgun)Oh yes? KKK: Hmmm. Long, long pause. KKK: I haven’t had … Continue reading

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Gotta Love a ‘So There’ Moment

The other day at work, we were discussing Miss U’s upcoming arranged marriage (she’s a Muslim) – more of which we will talk about another time. During the conversation, one of the doctors, let’s call her Dr Snobbish, remarked: DR S: … Continue reading

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Martyr Shit

KC, my bubbly work colleague, has been off for three weeks after having her appendix taken out. I’ve never had major surgery (or even minor surgery – the last time I was in hospital, I was being born) so I don’t know … Continue reading

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Pants on Fire

Recently, I have come across a hell of a lot of lies shooting out of the mouths of men in my acquaintance. My sister, the Redhead, has recently split with her boyfriend after he lied about cheating on her. This came shortly … Continue reading

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