Mugged
Your Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
( , Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
Your Ginger Fuhrer was telling me the other night about going out in Birmingham after finishing a shift working in a bar. Very drunk, still dressed in his bar uniform, our fearless leader was mugged.
They stole his green stick-on bow tie.
( , Thu 15 Jun 2006, 14:58)
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Giro Day
Up until a couple of years ago, the Royal Mail was responsible for delivering all DSS benefit to the benefit holders. Now, it's all paid direct into an account. It would always lead to some entertaining encounters. People would come up to you in the street and say, "Can I get me giro? I've got ID." And that ID would usually be a library card or something equally pathetic.
Anyhows, I was delivering once in one of the estates in Stirling. On giro day. When entering a small cul-de sac I heard, "The posties here!" And all of a sudden out of about four houses a raging mass came rushing over, surround me, grab the mail in my hand and proceed to conduct their own giro search. Now, to enquire as to what they were up to wasn't an option, most of the scrum were drinking Special Brew/Tennents Super (at about 10 in the morning) or some equilavent and the slighest provocation could have led to a trip to the Royal Infirmary. Needless to say, I didn't utter a cheep and was left with a pile of mail about half the size before I entered said street. In the end, I reported the incident, but not much could be done, it wouldn't be like any of them would admit to it. I was delighted when I got punted off to the sticks a couple of months later...
( , Thu 15 Jun 2006, 22:43, Reply)
Up until a couple of years ago, the Royal Mail was responsible for delivering all DSS benefit to the benefit holders. Now, it's all paid direct into an account. It would always lead to some entertaining encounters. People would come up to you in the street and say, "Can I get me giro? I've got ID." And that ID would usually be a library card or something equally pathetic.
Anyhows, I was delivering once in one of the estates in Stirling. On giro day. When entering a small cul-de sac I heard, "The posties here!" And all of a sudden out of about four houses a raging mass came rushing over, surround me, grab the mail in my hand and proceed to conduct their own giro search. Now, to enquire as to what they were up to wasn't an option, most of the scrum were drinking Special Brew/Tennents Super (at about 10 in the morning) or some equilavent and the slighest provocation could have led to a trip to the Royal Infirmary. Needless to say, I didn't utter a cheep and was left with a pile of mail about half the size before I entered said street. In the end, I reported the incident, but not much could be done, it wouldn't be like any of them would admit to it. I was delighted when I got punted off to the sticks a couple of months later...
( , Thu 15 Jun 2006, 22:43, Reply)
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