Kitchen related stupidity
Back in the days when I worked in a kitchen, my boss told me a tale of caution. Whether it's true or not I can't say, but it certainly stuck in my mind.

A kitchen hand she was working with a few years back was hacking the string from around a joint of beef. With a very sharp knife. Except, instead of placing the knife on the top of the string and pressing down to saw through it, he decided to work the blade under the string and pull it towards him.

The string snapped neatly, but with unexpected ease. The blade continued its trajectory, arcing gracefully in a fluid motion, before burying itself in the stupid bastard's forehead...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 21 Dec 2007, 13:46, 2 replies)

I'm Not Dead
And will be catching up on my e-mail soon.

If not, hugs and kisses to the sweary-one. And say happy Xmas to Jack. Hope he realise his ambition to become a hitman.

Cheers

Wellington: Begad Sir! I think you're drunk!

Duke of Kent: Fuck off you big-nosed cunt

( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 14:08, closed)

Not dead
Will do. Hugs and kisses passed on.

As for Jack - think he's grown out of the assassin phase. For now.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 21 Dec 2007, 14:11, closed)