Many years ago
I used to drive a minicab (a mark five Cortina to help the stereotype image) at night, and then go to work as a draftsman. I managed to have a couple of hours curled up on my A0 drawing board before the rest of the staff came in. One day I overslept and sombody released the lock which held the board horizontal. First thing I knew about it was a rolling sensation and as I woke up, a falling and thudding sensation. Bastard, I swapped to simply sitting on my stool and lolling over the board after that.

Oh, you are all a bunch of cunts ( which seems to be the method of signing off at the moment).
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Wed 8 Jul 2009, 9:39, Reply)