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My name is Steven. Although depending on the friends I am with at the time I could also be called 'Perry' but explaining that one would involve a rather boring story so I shan't bother.

I graduated from the fine educational establishment that is the University of Salford with a degree in Leisure Management. Not sure why I chose that particular degree but a degree is a degree and if anything at least it pads out the CV a bit.

I currently work for a transport company ensuring that people get their beer deliveries, so I am an addition to that statistic of graduates doing jobs that have nothing to do with their degrees whatsoever, although I could argue that drinking is a part of leisure and I manage people getting their 'leisure', but that would be pompous of me so I won't.

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Feb 23

Rudest Man In Britain….Possibly The World: update

Those that know me will be aware that there is a certain Facebook group entitled Steven Chase. Rudest Man in Britan….Possibly The World. This group was set up whilst I was at uni and contains many examples of how I have been percieved as being rather rude, not least insulting a lady on New Years day in Scotland who was merely pointing out that whilst I was attempting to make toast in a microwave and melt the butter sachet by putting it on the bread in the microwave, that putting a foil sachet in the microwave may not be the best idea in the world. But I was exceedingly drunk still and didnt like to be told how to microwave toast.

Since then I seem to have bucked up my ideas and stories about my rudeness have dried up somewhat, who knows, maybe I have grown up or maybe people just cant be bothered to put up examples of my rudeness anymore but I thought I would add a little update.

The local shop near my parents has a rather annoying door that loves nothing better than to try and shut as quickly as possible after you have opened it, no doubt trying to show off how good the springs on the door are. Now I went in the other day and on my way out opened the door and didnt see someone walking out behind me, needless to say the door took its oportunity and shut like a bitch, meaning I got to look like a right rude git.

I don’t do these things on purpose but I guess the rudeness is just in me and external factors seek to magnify my rudeness at all opportunities. I did however hold the door open properly the next time I went in though so redeemed myself a bit, yet another example of how I am trying to not be the rudest man in the world!