Back When I Was Cleaning the Fuckers
ok, last one then I'll stop for a bit...

Ed and I used to have a pact for anything of value we found when cleaning these coaches. Basically, it ran along the lines of 'fuck you I found it, I'm keeping it and no I won't split it'. Me thinking I'd get lucky first I was fine with this.

So, turning up fashionably late to work again, probably with deep red hazy rings around my 15 year old eyes, I talk to the gaffer (this was my job which gave me my extra 17p an hour. I used to laugh my way to the bank when poor old Ed would only get £2.83 compared to my FULL THREE QUID!), who tells me there's 2 motors need doing, one over 'there' and the other over 'here'. OK, Ed, you do that one son (it looked dirtier to me at the time).

So there I was cleaning my coach and Ed comes over to me and goes "Oi Mr Lew, come here"
"What is it?"
"Just fucking come here"
"Yeah, what?"
"I've just found a hundred quid in a wallet"
"Oh fuck!"

So due to me being a cocky bastard and not wanting to make a pact to split the proceeds, then telling Ed to clean the motor I didn't want to, had me down by either 50 or a hundred quid, leaving me with sweet FA.

Still, it's not like I didn't reap (read: drink; inhale) the proceeds from it, just a bit of a bugger was all. Thanks, Mr Cooper, for forgetting your wallet and providing us with an incredibly intoxicating night.
(Mr_Lew, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:03, Reply)