Oct14
We can’t be Ferrero than that
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Well we went for it and for some it was a personal victory, for others it just looked painful. Our World Record attempt to eat at least 7 (and hopefully 8 ) Ferrero Rocher in one minute ultimately ended in failure but was tinged with laughter and gut wrenching stomach turning mayhem.
Special praise goes to Graeme1 (The Madden) who scoffed 6 but was closely followed by Lee (The Hustler) who had eaten 5 but claimed 6 though TV replays showed there was residue of the 6th one still in his mouth (plus a bacon sarnie) which was against the rules and humanity. Deek, Gareth (The original G) and Graeme2 all got onto their 4th without too much controversy but none the less provided excitement of epic proportions.
Sadly, Vince came in a sad last by stuffing the 3rd Rocher into his mouth on 56 seconds even though Rocher’s number 1 and 2 were still being eaten. Officially he didn’t finish any and is still eating them now. The Guinness World Records have been contacted to see if there is a record for the longest time to eat 1 Rocher.
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Jun15
I don’t wanna rock… Lee-J
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We all know we have some talented people within our building but one stands out like a sore thumb… it’s our Mr Lee Simpson.
Not only can he whip up a website within hours but he can whip us into a frenzy with his hot tunes he plays us all day long.
Hence him being renamed, Lee-J.
He truly is the Fatboy Slim of the Rufus gang and is hot on the heels of the legendary DJ, Jimmy Savile.
On occasions he drives us mad with his obsession with Rod Stewart, but hey ho, no-one is perfect!
Keep rockin Lee-J… Wooooo haaaaaaa!
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Toys R-uf-Us
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We were all chatting the other day about our favourite toys when we were ankle biters, so here is a list:
Graeme 1 (the mad one) – an Acorn A3010 computer. (What?)
Peter’s – a ‘Bogie’. (Not the green variety).
Ian’s – a ‘Tree house’. (Always aimed high).
Elaine’s – ‘Tiny Tears’. (Ahhh!).
Marie’s – ‘A cuddly doll’. (Squeeze, squeeze).
Angela’s – ‘My Pet Monster’ doll or a ‘Boglin’. (Ugly little critters).
Graeme 2 (the 8ft Ninja) – a Lego Airport. (Designing useful means of transportation for the future.)
Gareth’s – a Lego Laser Gun. (Building harmful weapons of mass destruction!)
Vince’s – Lego. (Built a complete replica of Old Trafford).
Derek’s – The ‘A-Team’ van and figures. (I pity the fool…).
Gary’s – ‘Subbuteo’. (Nice one Cyril).
Alan’s – ‘Big Track’. (A big toy for Big Al).
and mine… A ‘Six Million Dollar Man’ action figure, complete with rubber arm, zoom eye (not) and a car engine.
I remember playing hours with this piece of plastic and waiting excitedly for the TV series which accompanied it.
One episode I remember was when the Six Million Dollar Man, took on ‘Big Foot’.
At the time, I remember Big Foot as being a very, very scary creature which had me distressed for months!
So I decided, with the technology of the interweb, to go on the hunt for this elusive Big Foot and what do you know…
I found a picture of him with the “SMDM’ (hugging would you believe it)!
Take a look at this fella below…
Now, looking at the overall picture, I have decided that he was not that scary after all and in fact, just down right stupid!
Ho hum.
Now, looking at the overall picture, I have decided that he was not that scary after all and in fact, just down right stupid!
Ho hum. May08
We’ve had cake wars, now it’s coffee wars and this time it’s personal!
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We have recently told you, we were in the middle of some serious cake wars.
Now, there is SERIOUS hell on with another touchy subject!
We have, over the last few days, had a re-shuffle of our work stations and are at present, all sitting together in one part of the building having some serious bonding sessions.
Previously we had two teams at either end of our lovely building and the coffee round was quite simple, consisting of about 5 or 6 cups, at any one time.
Now, the round consists of about 12! No way José I hear you say.
If anyone slightly shifts in their seat, the cups go up in the air like an excited school child who knows the answer. So at this point, nobody dares move.
The hell started when our very own 8ft Ginger Ninja Graeme, came sauntering back into our work space with his own made coffee!
What’s all that about? Shocking!
We have decided as a group, excluding the Ninja, that an egg HAS to be placed into his coffee for his sins!
Juvenile? Eggs-actly!






