Well, I thought it was funny...
Many years ago I was a trainee manager in a pottery factory. My immediate manager 'Steve' was something of a Scrooge, with no fashion-sense. He drove a Lada, maintained a comb-over, and wore clothes that had seen many, many washes - especially knitwear, which had lost its elasticity and hung limply from his fairly corpulent form. All of this conspired to make him a figure of some ridicule... behind his back.

He was distantly related to the canteen supervisor so received preferential treatment in the staff canteen. One day, he returned from the serving hatch carrying a particularly generous portion of Manchester tart and custard.

"Bloody Hell, Steve," said the works manager, "you must be hungry."
"No," I interjected, "he's trying to grow into his cardigan."

The entire room erupted into laughter, except for one, chubby, bitter bloke with a comb-over, who went on to ensure the remainder of my time with him as my manager was somewhat less enjoyable.
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Fri 25 Nov 2011, 11:41, 3 replies)

your mum's a manchester tart.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 11:42, closed)

Why the fuck would you put custard on Manchester Tart
which is basically Custard Tart innit?
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sat 26 Nov 2011, 23:43, closed)

You got there before me

(whiskas loved by 8 out of 10 cats, Sun 27 Nov 2011, 11:06, closed)