Many years ago
my Dad owned a scrap yard (not a steptoe and son affair though), he employed an illegal chinese immigrant lets call him Dave. One Saturday afternoon he is sitting in his portacabin/office doing bossy things (reading the paper, drinking tea) when the China man comes to the door with his hand behind his back asking for a plaster. My Dad obviously want's to see what he has done to which Dave replies, no only plaster, Can't go to the hospital, only plaster. Pops looks at his hand he has managed to slice through two fingers and they are barely hanging on with a bit of skin (he had been stripping copper wiring without proper safety equipment, in the 80's H&S didn't exist) my Dad promptly faints when he comes around Dave has managed to put on about 20 plasters, didn't go to the hospital and didn't get deported. Crazy Dave.
(Bababoon, Sat 31 Jul 2010, 15:58, Reply)