Poor smokers...
When I was really poor I used to work for one of the bigger double glazing companies, walking round knocking on doors trying to get people to buy windows. It was soul destroying - the constant streams of abuse I got off people would regularly reduce me to tears. And, I was completely crap at it - in 9 months I nearly (but not quite) sold one single front door. As I was so crap, they stopped paying my the basic rate of £30 per week after a few months, so I worked for about 4 months for absolutely no money.

(For your information, when somebody knocks and asks if you want double glazing when the front of your house plainly already has it, before balling the poor chap out, remember that they've got no idea whether the back of your house is double glazed too!)

As I'm sure many of you smokers out there also did, during this time I resorted to scraping together peoples fag ends from pub ash trays, would wrap them up in a page from my Gideons Bible (Hell, here I come) stuck down with just the right quantity of spit. Bronchial hilarity ensues.

Sorry, that wasn't funny in the slightest. Cock.

/Edit: Very cheap way to get drunk, we called it a depthcharge... Take one pint of lager/bitter/cider/tizer/anything, and one measure full of Benelyn (y'know - the cough medicine - don't bother with the non drowsy version), dump the measure in, try not to waste the froth, and lose entire days of your utterly worthless existance.

I think I need to cheer up a bit before I post again.
( fozberry, Fri 8 Oct 2004, 12:23, Reply)