Lurid Work Stories"I know a railwayman of 40-odd years' service," says Juan Quar, "and he tells me a new gruesome yarn each time we meet. Last week's was of checking the time on the wristwatch of a severed arm he'd just collected after a track fatality."
Tell us the horrible stories you tease the new hires with, or that you've been told.
NB By definition, these are probably all made up. Roll with it
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chthonic, Thu 5 Sep 2013, 17:33)
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There's a fellow here who is nick-named Catweazle behind his back, because he's a complete tramp.He's about 45, and a stereotype of a shut-in computer nerd; very intelligent, very capable in terms of coding, and socially incredibly arrogant, and massively patronising. He talks down to everyone in a bored monotone, smokes roll ups through his brown, stained, and chipped teeth, has wispy hair that he cuts twice a year, and grows a beard then shaves it all off then grows it etc, so is in a permanent state of patchy grizzle.
He generally wears red jogging bottoms, and a stained reddy-brown shirt, which hangs off his round pot belly.
Given the opportunity, he'll tell you how all the girls at work fancy him, and how the gay guys all want him, and of course he's a black belt in Tae Kwon Do.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 11:25,
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Hang on a minute...that's me!(
Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 13:06,
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Writing about yourself in the third person, again?(
monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 6 Sep 2013, 13:18,
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Is his namePeter?
If so I've previously worked with him too.
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