hasta la victoria siempre?
worked a few years ago in alnwick garden cafe. on the official opening day prince charles came to visit and gave a speech, in which he proceeded, without the merest hint of irony, to tell the cafe staff off for listening instead of serving coffee - no doubt on a tip off from his mate the duchess of northumberland who liked to click her fingers and demand table service, even though the cafe was self service, thereby having earned the manifest simmering hatred of all the staff. many times i thought "try getting a fucking job you pampered anachronistic inbred twat", but being young and hard up i did nothing.. i know where the fuckers live, who's with me??
( octopus footwear raaa, Thu 25 May 2006, 16:28, Reply)