Guided Missile

Apparently he's down to his last $2 billion...

I went out to lunch with a few of them and one in particular, always had a thing for me. I paid the bill and as I looked at the amount, I said that for that money, I should be getting a blow job from the waitress. This secretary leaned over the table and whispered to me that she would give me a blow job for nothing. Never did make it back to work that afternoon...

An Indian strolled into the bar, walked over and held out his hand, smiling as I shook it. If I had known what was going to happen, 15 years later, I would have shaken him by the neck, until he was dead, the son of a b!t ch. Ignorant of future events, we settled down at the bar, a draft Michelob for me, a white wine for him. PM was his name, a PhD who completed his studies at Ohio State and married a mid-west girl and had a couple of kids with her. An affable guy and despite going native, still had an affection for India and in particular, the British Raj. An anglophile and I was an anglo! We would get on fine, I thought, us against the Italian Americans running the corporation I worked for. We had desks next to each other for over 4 years, swapping stories, discussing physical chemistry and laughing at the "wise-guys" who worked in our labs, most totally clueless and always trying to steal a little idea from here, a suggestion from there and claim it for there own. After a couple of patents, one failed marriage and a pregnant new wife, I got the hell out of Dodge. A new Pakistani boss, whose command of German impressed the clueless Italian American running the division precipitated the move. A more deceitful guy you couldn't meet and he was only to last a year, after one lie too many. The fact that he had replaced my previous manager, who had been convicted of child abuse while I was working there, only convinced me that I wasn't best suited for the management opportunities at this place. This guy wasn't even sacked, but transferred to a non-managerial role in the next building! I bade a fond farewell to PM, an even fonder one to a few of the secretaries and returned to a research position in the UK. Little did I know that the smiling little punkah wallah, slapping me on the back as we stumbled out of the bar, would cost me millions a few years later, him and a couple of American colleagues who would blindly lie, under oath to a clueless British judge.

....from Gatwick...

True, but back in '79, you couldn't fly into Newark Airport from Heathrow. I had to wait for People's Express... (Google it, sonny.....)

To be fair, she has a better ass than me...

...never been outside of Sho Ling in my life. Took the bus from JFK to Princeton, New Jersey, where the magnolia trees were in full blossom. I got off the bus and felt the warm breeze and looked over at Princeton University. Red-bricked, it was the closest to Oxbridge I had ever got in my life. Jeez, I am not in Sho Ling any more, I thought. The Nassau Inn, on Nassau Street, with the famous Yankee Doodle Dandy painting, was where I would first meet the guy that was going to cost me £20M.... Let me know if you want to hear any more....

Fu** it, I'll start my own thread you total m1nge bags...

Let's get this party started....

So, the story starts with a genius research chemist and his job transfer to the USA, from.....Sho Ling, Southampton. I will post the exciting story, chapter by chapter, if someone starts another thread. Let's call it "How to Make, Lose and Make £5M in 10 easy steps...

What the F*** is TMS? PS. I am drunk in Wisbech...

Minty, we've had our moments, but this has got personal. If enough people are interested, I'll spill the beans, regarding the rags to riches, to riches to rags, to rags to riches, story of a Southampton lad, from that Chinese quarter of Southampton, Sho Ling. It would be fun to make an asset stripper from Clapham look like the tool he is.... Who cares, there are only 30 people that read this, anyway....

If you allowed PM's I could show you what a total d!ck head you are and probably the most unprofessional person that has ever posted on this site. Really, you don't have a fu££ing clue and it confirms everything I have ever learnt about your profession. You are really the lowest of the low... PM buctootim for the facts and come back and apologise you waste of a sperm...

That's all it is, a guess...you don't have a clue.

Very sad....

Never got that PM because I put you on ignore, but you obviously don't have a clue WTF you're googling. These things happen when your venture capitalists and major shareholders decide to sue Merck for stealing an invention. Still, back on ignore, you sad stalker. You obviously don't have the guts to provide your personal details so that you can check the facts with me, before you post.....

The saddest excuse for the failure of climate modelling has to be this laughable extract from the Met's statement: Jesus H. Christ, talk about a dog ate homework moment...

The Met Office is running scared and I'm not surprised, considering the totally biased and unscientific approach of their Pantomime Dame....

Never did receive a reply...

The Climate Change Levy adds around 3-6% to business energy bills and generates nearly a billion a year in tax receipts for the UK government. This is the real argument. When will people wake up to this gigantic scam and realise why the climate change b0ll0x is being perpetuated?

EXACTLY.... ....or, in my words "The Met Office are running scared because they are so fu ck!ng useless and p!$$ our taxes away on computer games. With their forecasting skills they couldn't predict the day of the week..."

They didn't spend it on flood prevention, just windmills.

You really haven't got a clue, have you? Wipe the spittle from your lips and read the testimony of one of the "spivs", Professor Judith A. Curry of the Georgia Institute of Technology, in this paper. One of the few scientists who has a clue, in my opinion and if you manage to get to the end of the paper, you might learn something, although I doubt it. You've been brain washed by the Guardian and the BBC.

So, in other words, don't rely on our forecasting over the next three months, because it could be (and was) totally wrong. Must make most sane people wonder why any other sane person would expect the modelling geniuses at the Met to be any more accurate in the forecasting of climate trends over the next 10 years...