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Syl · FIRM BUT FAIR.

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Vam · Go Outside.

The aftermath and life-changing circumstances as a result of that woman whinging to the 2 feral brats she raised, is staggering and very sad. Surely she must have known how savagely they would react - especially the scrawny one!

How she is not also being held accountable for her actions, is a mystery to me.

Digger · Admin

Vam wrote:
The aftermath and life-changing circumstances as a result of that woman whinging to the 2 feral brats she raised, is staggering and very sad. Surely she must have known how savagely they would react - especially the scrawny one!
How she is not also being held accountable for her actions, is a mystery to me.

I've had some horrible experiences with Pakistani women. I used to work at beauty salon and this young woman would come at the last appointment on the list where it was just me and her. She would lie on that couch glaring up at me with these black glittery eyes and the vile energy was palpable. She was a nasty entitled brat, and in the end I refused to treat her. The final straw came when she turned up 45 minutes late and I was working zero hours, so that meant that I'd have to work unpaid for a further 45 minutes because she couldn't be arsed getting there on time. So, I told her that her treatment would last 15 minutes. She kicked off in such a nasty abusive way, I kicked her out. I was like....."Take it up with Wowcher, you cheap arsed bitch."

Syl · FIRM BUT FAIR.

Vam wrote:
The aftermath and life-changing circumstances as a result of that woman whinging to the 2 feral brats she raised, is staggering and very sad. Surely she must have known how savagely they would react - especially the scrawny one!
How she is not also being held accountable for her actions, is a mystery to me.

No one acts like that out of the blue. They have probably been getting away with that sort of behaviour for ages.

And you are right, she instigated the whole thing, and I still say if the man she claimed racially abused her for hours on the flight home from Pakistan had been white,(and if she was racially abused, I'm sure the airline would have acted...not a peep out of them) the whole thing would have been looked at differently.

Vam · Go Outside.

Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
The aftermath and life-changing circumstances as a result of that woman whinging to the 2 feral brats she raised, is staggering and very sad. Surely she must have known how savagely they would react - especially the scrawny one!
How she is not also being held accountable for her actions, is a mystery to me.
I've had some horrible experiences with Pakistani women. I used to work at beauty salon and this young woman would come at the last appointment on the list where it was just me and her. She would lie on that couch glaring up at me with these black glittery eyes and the vile energy was palpable. She was a nasty entitled brat, and in the end I refused to treat her. The final straw came when she turned up 45 minutes late and I was working zero hours, so that meant that I'd have to work unpaid for a further 45 minutes because she couldn't be arsed getting there on time. So, I told her that her treatment would last 15 minutes. She kicked off in such a nasty abusive way, I kicked her out. I was like....."Take it up with Wowcher, you cheap arsed bitch."

And I suppose a tip was out of the question

I had to Google Wowcher - good for you! It’s the only way to deal with women like that.

Many Middle Eastern ‘Karens’ have zero awareness, too. Courtesy and respect for others simply never feature in their universe.

Digger · Admin

Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
The aftermath and life-changing circumstances as a result of that woman whinging to the 2 feral brats she raised, is staggering and very sad. Surely she must have known how savagely they would react - especially the scrawny one!
How she is not also being held accountable for her actions, is a mystery to me.
I've had some horrible experiences with Pakistani women. I used to work at beauty salon and this young woman would come at the last appointment on the list where it was just me and her. She would lie on that couch glaring up at me with these black glittery eyes and the vile energy was palpable. She was a nasty entitled brat, and in the end I refused to treat her. The final straw came when she turned up 45 minutes late and I was working zero hours, so that meant that I'd have to work unpaid for a further 45 minutes because she couldn't be arsed getting there on time. So, I told her that her treatment would last 15 minutes. She kicked off in such a nasty abusive way, I kicked her out. I was like....."Take it up with Wowcher, you cheap arsed bitch."
And I suppose a tip was out of the question
I had to Google Wowcher - good for you! It’s the only way to deal with women like that.
Many Middle Eastern ‘Karens’ have zero awareness, too. Courtesy and respect for others simply never feature in their universe.

That salon should have been the subject of a reality show, it was the beauty equivalent of Acorn Antiques.

The place was a shithole. The woman who ran it had no money, the place leaked when it rained, everything was painted over but it reminded me of a dirty old fungal toenail covered in posh nail polish!

The very tiny single toilet had black flocked wallpaper that she seemed to think was the height of sophistication, and this massive dusty old plastic crystal chandelier that everyone banged their heads on. Her son, who was fifteen, would come in when she wasn't there and raid the till. One day I had this client and she needed the toilet, as I pointed up the stairs, the son, who was evidently taking a shit, shouted out "Mum, get me some bog roll!" To which mum shouted back "Fuck off!" I couldn't look the client in the eye.

She had these delusions of grandeur and big ideas, one of which was a package including afternoon tea. When the big workman's mugs and fig rolls didn't quite cut the mustard, I suggested cream cakes and bone china. Later that day she came back with a white pyrex tea set she'd picked up at the charity shop, so old it was brown with tea stains on the insides of the cups.

Then we had the young woman who was giving hand jobs to male clients in the attic room. All her clients kept coming down the stairs buttoning up their flies. Needless to say, she got the sack.

Date: Aug 11 6:39 PM, 2025

Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
The aftermath and life-changing circumstances as a result of that woman whinging to the 2 feral brats she raised, is staggering and very sad. Surely she must have known how savagely they would react - especially the scrawny one!
How she is not also being held accountable for her actions, is a mystery to me.
I've had some horrible experiences with Pakistani women. I used to work at beauty salon and this young woman would come at the last appointment on the list where it was just me and her. She would lie on that couch glaring up at me with these black glittery eyes and the vile energy was palpable. She was a nasty entitled brat, and in the end I refused to treat her. The final straw came when she turned up 45 minutes late and I was working zero hours, so that meant that I'd have to work unpaid for a further 45 minutes because she couldn't be arsed getting there on time. So, I told her that her treatment would last 15 minutes. She kicked off in such a nasty abusive way, I kicked her out. I was like....."Take it up with Wowcher, you cheap arsed bitch."
And I suppose a tip was out of the question
I had to Google Wowcher - good for you! It’s the only way to deal with women like that.
Many Middle Eastern ‘Karens’ have zero awareness, too. Courtesy and respect for others simply never feature in their universe.
That salon should have been the subject of a reality show, it was the beauty equivalent of Acorn Antiques.
The place was a shithole. The woman who ran it had no money, the place leaked when it rained, everything was painted over but it reminded me of a dirty old fungal toenail covered in posh nail polish!
The very tiny single toilet had black flocked wallpaper that she seemed to think was the height of sophistication, and this massive dusty old plastic crystal chandelier that everyone banged their heads on. Her son, who was fifteen, would come in when she wasn't there and raid the till. One day I had this client and she needed the toilet, as I pointed up the stairs, the son, who was evidently taking a shit, shouted out "Mum, get me some bog roll!" To which mum shouted back "Fuck off!" I couldn't look the client in the eye.
She had these delusions of grandeur and big ideas, one of which was a package including afternoon tea. When the big workman's mugs and fig rolls didn't quite cut the mustard, I suggested cream cakes and bone china. Later that day she came back with a white pyrex tea set she'd picked up at the charity shop, so old it was brown with tea stains on the insides of the cups.
Then we had the young woman who was giving hand jobs to male clients in the attic room. All her clients kept coming down the stairs buttoning up their flies. Needless to say, she got the sack.

I thought my life had been pretty colourful at times until reading your posts. I’ve led a fairly sheltered life in comparison

You should write a book…”Digger’s Dirty Deeds”

Digger · Admin

Anonymous wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
The aftermath and life-changing circumstances as a result of that woman whinging to the 2 feral brats she raised, is staggering and very sad. Surely she must have known how savagely they would react - especially the scrawny one!
How she is not also being held accountable for her actions, is a mystery to me.
I've had some horrible experiences with Pakistani women. I used to work at beauty salon and this young woman would come at the last appointment on the list where it was just me and her. She would lie on that couch glaring up at me with these black glittery eyes and the vile energy was palpable. She was a nasty entitled brat, and in the end I refused to treat her. The final straw came when she turned up 45 minutes late and I was working zero hours, so that meant that I'd have to work unpaid for a further 45 minutes because she couldn't be arsed getting there on time. So, I told her that her treatment would last 15 minutes. She kicked off in such a nasty abusive way, I kicked her out. I was like....."Take it up with Wowcher, you cheap arsed bitch."
And I suppose a tip was out of the question
I had to Google Wowcher - good for you! It’s the only way to deal with women like that.
Many Middle Eastern ‘Karens’ have zero awareness, too. Courtesy and respect for others simply never feature in their universe.
That salon should have been the subject of a reality show, it was the beauty equivalent of Acorn Antiques.
The place was a shithole. The woman who ran it had no money, the place leaked when it rained, everything was painted over but it reminded me of a dirty old fungal toenail covered in posh nail polish!
The very tiny single toilet had black flocked wallpaper that she seemed to think was the height of sophistication, and this massive dusty old plastic crystal chandelier that everyone banged their heads on. Her son, who was fifteen, would come in when she wasn't there and raid the till. One day I had this client and she needed the toilet, as I pointed up the stairs, the son, who was evidently taking a shit, shouted out "Mum, get me some bog roll!" To which mum shouted back "Fuck off!" I couldn't look the client in the eye.
She had these delusions of grandeur and big ideas, one of which was a package including afternoon tea. When the big workman's mugs and fig rolls didn't quite cut the mustard, I suggested cream cakes and bone china. Later that day she came back with a white pyrex tea set she'd picked up at the charity shop, so old it was brown with tea stains on the insides of the cups.
Then we had the young woman who was giving hand jobs to male clients in the attic room. All her clients kept coming down the stairs buttoning up their flies. Needless to say, she got the sack.

I thought my life had been pretty colourful at times until reading your posts. I’ve led a fairly sheltered life in comparison
You should write a book…”Digger’s Dirty Deeds”

Oh, I've had some experiences and I've met some characters. During my time as a dancer, going all over the place to gigs, I had all sorts to contend with. Like the restaurant in Northenden called Turkish Delight. I'd just finished my 20 minute performance and some little Albanian guy had fixated on me. He only came up to my chin and I'm 5 foot 4, and he had this dandruffy parting, brilliantined hair and was drunk as a skunk. After I'd gone up to change and come back down to leave I asked the staff not to let him follow me out to the car. But they did.

His voice sailed across the street "Come back I loff you!" So I started legging it. Then he started legging after me. The street was deserted, it was 12.30 at night and all I had to defend myself was a sequinned dance stick. So I hit him with it, and kept hitting him, but it was a bit bendy and kept boing-ing off his head and all the while he kept pleading "I loff you, I loff you!" and I'm screaming "Fuck off and leave me alone" and there's sequins and dandruff flying everywhere. I seem to remember he got tangled up in his own feet and that gave me time to get in my car and drive the hell out of Dodge. We must have looked like something out of Monty Python!

Syl · FIRM BUT FAIR.

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Digger · Admin

Syl wrote:
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I swear to God, I've had things happen to me that you'd think I'd made up. I'm sure I told you all about the time we had to share a changing room with four fat hirsute middle aged male strippers called the Cunning Stunts. They worked as draymen in their day jobs and all looked like Les Dawson. They did this balloon dance. We had a wedding to dance at, they had a hen night. Our warm up was stretching exercises, their warm up was stretching their todgers into a tumescent state!

The other dancer I was with didn't see the funny side but I got a fit of the giggles. They had this tall skinny roadie who blew up the balloons. Then it was showtime, and off they scampered to the roar of all these women. Five minutes later they were back, sans the balloons. They earned 500 quid that night. I told the other dancer, "We're in the wrong bloody business!"

Date: Aug 12 1:09 AM, 2025

Digger wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Vam wrote:
The aftermath and life-changing circumstances as a result of that woman whinging to the 2 feral brats she raised, is staggering and very sad. Surely she must have known how savagely they would react - especially the scrawny one!
How she is not also being held accountable for her actions, is a mystery to me.
I've had some horrible experiences with Pakistani women. I used to work at beauty salon and this young woman would come at the last appointment on the list where it was just me and her. She would lie on that couch glaring up at me with these black glittery eyes and the vile energy was palpable. She was a nasty entitled brat, and in the end I refused to treat her. The final straw came when she turned up 45 minutes late and I was working zero hours, so that meant that I'd have to work unpaid for a further 45 minutes because she couldn't be arsed getting there on time. So, I told her that her treatment would last 15 minutes. She kicked off in such a nasty abusive way, I kicked her out. I was like....."Take it up with Wowcher, you cheap arsed bitch."
And I suppose a tip was out of the question
I had to Google Wowcher - good for you! It’s the only way to deal with women like that.
Many Middle Eastern ‘Karens’ have zero awareness, too. Courtesy and respect for others simply never feature in their universe.
That salon should have been the subject of a reality show, it was the beauty equivalent of Acorn Antiques.
The place was a shithole. The woman who ran it had no money, the place leaked when it rained, everything was painted over but it reminded me of a dirty old fungal toenail covered in posh nail polish!
The very tiny single toilet had black flocked wallpaper that she seemed to think was the height of sophistication, and this massive dusty old plastic crystal chandelier that everyone banged their heads on. Her son, who was fifteen, would come in when she wasn't there and raid the till. One day I had this client and she needed the toilet, as I pointed up the stairs, the son, who was evidently taking a shit, shouted out "Mum, get me some bog roll!" To which mum shouted back "Fuck off!" I couldn't look the client in the eye.
She had these delusions of grandeur and big ideas, one of which was a package including afternoon tea. When the big workman's mugs and fig rolls didn't quite cut the mustard, I suggested cream cakes and bone china. Later that day she came back with a white pyrex tea set she'd picked up at the charity shop, so old it was brown with tea stains on the insides of the cups.
Then we had the young woman who was giving hand jobs to male clients in the attic room. All her clients kept coming down the stairs buttoning up their flies. Needless to say, she got the sack.

I thought my life had been pretty colourful at times until reading your posts. I’ve led a fairly sheltered life in comparison
You should write a book…”Digger’s Dirty Deeds”
Oh, I've had some experiences and I've met some characters. During my time as a dancer, going all over the place to gigs, I had all sorts to contend with. Like the restaurant in Northenden called Turkish Delight. I'd just finished my 20 minute performance and some little Albanian guy had fixated on me. He only came up to my chin and I'm 5 foot 4, and he had this dandruffy parting, brilliantined hair and was drunk as a skunk. After I'd gone up to change and come back down to leave I asked the staff not to let him follow me out to the car. But they did.
His voice sailed across the street "Come back I loff you!" So I started legging it. Then he started legging after me. The street was deserted, it was 12.30 at night and all I had to defend myself was a sequinned dance stick. So I hit him with it, and kept hitting him, but it was a bit bendy and kept boing-ing off his head and all the while he kept pleading "I loff you, I loff you!" and I'm screaming "Fuck off and leave me alone" and there's sequins and dandruff flying everywhere. I seem to remember he got tangled up in his own feet and that gave me time to get in my car and drive the hell out of Dodge. We must have looked like something out of Monty Python!

“ there's sequins and dandruff flying everywhere”

At least keep a smile on my face and put them in a thread of its own so when times are gloomy I can go straight to it. “Digger’s Daily Dalliances”

Digger · Admin

I know, I've gone totally off piste

Vam · Go Outside.

Digger wrote:
Oh, I've had some experiences and I've met some characters. During my time as a dancer, going all over the place to gigs, I had all sorts to contend with. Like the restaurant in Northenden called Turkish Delight. I'd just finished my 20 minute performance and some little Albanian guy had fixated on me. He only came up to my chin and I'm 5 foot 4, and he had this dandruffy parting, brilliantined hair and was drunk as a skunk. After I'd gone up to change and come back down to leave I asked the staff not to let him follow me out to the car. But they did.
His voice sailed across the street "Come back I loff you!" So I started legging it. Then he started legging after me. The street was deserted, it was 12.30 at night and all I had to defend myself was a sequinned dance stick. So I hit him with it, and kept hitting him, but it was a bit bendy and kept boing-ing off his head and all the while he kept pleading "I loff you, I loff you!" and I'm screaming "Fuck off and leave me alone" and there's sequins and dandruff flying everywhere. I seem to remember he got tangled up in his own feet and that gave me time to get in my car and drive the hell out of Dodge. We must have looked like something out of Monty Python!

🤢🤢 …. <puts down morning coffee>…..

😂

Vam · Go Outside.

Digger wrote:
Syl wrote:
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I swear to God, I've had things happen to me that you'd think I'd made up. I'm sure I told you all about the time we had to share a changing room with four fat hirsute middle aged male strippers called the Cunning Stunts. They worked as draymen in their day jobs and all looked like Les Dawson. They did this balloon dance. We had a wedding to dance at, they had a hen night. Our warm up was stretching exercises, their warm up was stretching their todgers into a tumescent state!
The other dancer I was with didn't see the funny side but I got a fit of the giggles. They had this tall skinny roadie who blew up the balloons. Then it was showtime, and off they scampered to the roar of all these women. Five minutes later they were back, sans the balloons. They earned 500 quid that night. I told the other dancer, "We're in the wrong bloody business!"

😳😖….. and just like that, some grilled breakfast bacon has suddenly lost its appeal ….. 🤣

Digger · Admin

Vam wrote:
Digger wrote:
Syl wrote:
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I swear to God, I've had things happen to me that you'd think I'd made up. I'm sure I told you all about the time we had to share a changing room with four fat hirsute middle aged male strippers called the Cunning Stunts. They worked as draymen in their day jobs and all looked like Les Dawson. They did this balloon dance. We had a wedding to dance at, they had a hen night. Our warm up was stretching exercises, their warm up was stretching their todgers into a tumescent state!
The other dancer I was with didn't see the funny side but I got a fit of the giggles. They had this tall skinny roadie who blew up the balloons. Then it was showtime, and off they scampered to the roar of all these women. Five minutes later they were back, sans the balloons. They earned 500 quid that night. I told the other dancer, "We're in the wrong bloody business!"
😳😖….. and just like that, some grilled breakfast bacon has suddenly lost its appeal ….. 🤣

Syl · FIRM BUT FAIR.

Digger wrote:
Syl wrote:
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I swear to God, I've had things happen to me that you'd think I'd made up. I'm sure I told you all about the time we had to share a changing room with four fat hirsute middle aged male strippers called the Cunning Stunts. They worked as draymen in their day jobs and all looked like Les Dawson. They did this balloon dance. We had a wedding to dance at, they had a hen night. Our warm up was stretching exercises, their warm up was stretching their todgers into a tumescent state!
The other dancer I was with didn't see the funny side but I got a fit of the giggles. They had this tall skinny roadie who blew up the balloons. Then it was showtime, and off they scampered to the roar of all these women. Five minutes later they were back, sans the balloons. They earned 500 quid that night. I told the other dancer, "We're in the wrong bloody business!"

Hilarious, There were some very odd acts doing the rounds back in the day. I think I actually saw those balloon strippers. Also a male stripper called Billy Hot Rocks was doing the rounds. He was on one night, and I swear the women in the audience (mostly hen do's) were like wild animals, I actually felt sorry for him. If men had acted like that with a female stripper thay would have been arrested.

Digger · Admin

Syl wrote:
Digger wrote:
Syl wrote:
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I swear to God, I've had things happen to me that you'd think I'd made up. I'm sure I told you all about the time we had to share a changing room with four fat hirsute middle aged male strippers called the Cunning Stunts. They worked as draymen in their day jobs and all looked like Les Dawson. They did this balloon dance. We had a wedding to dance at, they had a hen night. Our warm up was stretching exercises, their warm up was stretching their todgers into a tumescent state!
The other dancer I was with didn't see the funny side but I got a fit of the giggles. They had this tall skinny roadie who blew up the balloons. Then it was showtime, and off they scampered to the roar of all these women. Five minutes later they were back, sans the balloons. They earned 500 quid that night. I told the other dancer, "We're in the wrong bloody business!"
Hilarious, There were some very odd acts doing the rounds back in the day. I think I actually saw those balloon strippers. Also a male stripper called Billy Hot Rocks was doing the rounds. He was on one night, and I swear the women in the audience (mostly hen do's) were like wild animals, I actually felt sorry for him. If men had acted like that with a female stripper thay would have been arrested.

I'm going to reply to this on the other thread