A friend of mine
recently took a job with the BBC. they were quite cagey at the interview, they wouldn't tell him very much at all except to ask him if he liked working with animals and if he was allergic to vegetables. a strange combination, thought my friend, though he needed the work and the BBC needed the staff, the previous post holder having resigned somewhat abruptly to say the least by all accounts.

It turned out he'd got Bodger's job.
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Thu 10 Mar 2011, 20:05, 6 replies)

ha!
click, long train journey home. First post ive read. If the rest make me laugh half as much as this i'll be a happy man indeedy. nice one, sir.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 10 Mar 2011, 20:11, closed)

why thankee kind sir
coming from a shaggy-dog story purveyor of your standards, I regard that as high praise indeed.
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Thu 10 Mar 2011, 20:13, closed)

ive got a good one for this week
but im jet lagged to fuck n using these phone thingies with their shitty touch screen key pads makes me feel like gulliver of the travels fame.

a message for the scientist cunts on here, either make phones bigger or my fingers smaller.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 10 Mar 2011, 20:18, closed)

Huh?
Jetlag from a train journey?

*snigger*
( snee held his breath since, Fri 11 Mar 2011, 8:27, closed)

I'll post this here as it's too pathetic to warrant a post of its own
My Grandad was an engineer in the 1930s. He specialised in surface treatments and was sent out to Germany by his company to share his expertise on a new type of armour plate. He was mortified when his work became part of the Panzer tank and accounted for the lives of his countrymen.

Turns out he'd got a Bosch job, you see...
( ousgg is not seeking approval, Sun 13 Mar 2011, 16:56, closed)

sorry
But I think you're talking a load of Krupps there.
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Mon 14 Mar 2011, 6:05, closed)