
Rob asks: Has anything happened recently that's made you laugh? Share your stories with us - we need the joy.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2012, 12:07)
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My story is probably the latter.
In another life I worked as a cook (or cookie as we're often called). There is a large difference between a cook and a chef. Generally a cook knows how to clean a kitchen. & I don't mean doing a Foodsafe or HACCP course, I mean actually scrubbing shit to make sure it's clean. A chef knows how to use a lot of pots and pans & then tell somebody else to clean it up. And then after 2nd year they know how to delegate and make dish-pigs (dish-washers) work hard. Cookies usually end up helping the dish-pig.
In 1 of my cooking jobs I worked with a gentleman from the Northern end of Britain. He was a short, rotund fellow who's voice was loud and temper even louder. I heard him at least on 1 occasion call a fellow Northern English compatriot a "skoowzer cant". Let's call him Eric.
I also worked in this team with a bloke called Lawrence (no name changes here to protect him) who was the worst type of chef. Lawrie (as he hated to be called) was a cant of the highest order. He was the bloke that had to lock up at night but would always sit there and watch as I helped our resident dish-pig finish doing all the dishes. Just so we could all go home at the end of a night. The 1st time I suggested "many hands make light work" Lawrie told me that "I'm a chef."
Eric's favourite string of swearys was "Ya farkin cant!".
Now being a naturalised Aussie raised by a Kentish mummy my immediate response each & every single time was to say to Eric quietly and calmly -
"Oh, but I think I can."
Which of course would make a couple of people giggle and make Eric go almost apoplectic. Until a few more of us would join in and then it was on for young & old.
Then the shift would often deteriorate into jokes about what each member of the kitchen could or farkin' cant do.
Except Lawrie who just never seemed to get the joke. Ever.
The funny bit to this tale?
The day that Lawrie spat chips and had a go at me about how I'd left some fried nibblies in the warmer too long. Yeah they were a bit brown but I'm pretty sure the pissed-up VIPs wouldn't notice.
Anyhoo, Lawrie calls me a fucking cunt. Eric shouts out from the other end of the kitchen.
"Ooouu, but he faarkin can!"
( , Sat 8 Dec 2012, 8:20, 11 replies)

Although northern people are funny because they speak funny.
( , Sat 8 Dec 2012, 8:38, closed)

At least they're not descendants of Northern English convicts. Right?
( , Sat 8 Dec 2012, 11:13, closed)

In the north we actually say "fucking" and "cunt" rather than "facking" and "cant".
( , Sat 8 Dec 2012, 11:59, closed)

how we sound when we speak may have a marked difference.
Wouldn't you agree?
( , Sat 8 Dec 2012, 20:37, closed)
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