One Virgin, Four Jars Of Olives and A Lifetime Ban From Gibralta.
I used to work as a fish monger in Fowey harbour. On Thursdays, which were our delivery days, we'd have to sort through the crabs, lobsters and crayfish, writing their names, weights and adresses on their backs. Needless to say, this was a monotonous job. Eventually, my colleague, Sean (who had a thick brummie accent) came up with a plan; he would print up stickers with the details already on them and we would use them instead of the marker pen when Thursday came around.
Come June, this plan was working superbly, until I had to go away to a trade fair in Weymouth for a fortnight. Sean was left on his own.
That Thursday, my hotel received a phone call from Sean; "How do I tell the different weights of the crayfish?"
How we laughed.
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