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Friday, June 20, 2014
Fucked A Couple Of Youngsters, The Other Day .....
I was in town and went to the Ironmongers type place, to price up some tin. Corrugated iron. I need a shit load of the stuff to re roof my fucking stable.
Else, the whole lot's gonna collapse, this winter. The asbestos is leaking like a sieve as it is. Can't store half a dozen bales of hay in there, without they get pissed on, when it rains.
Worst of all; It's leaking rotten ~ right above the poor horses standing and feeding stalls! FFS. 30 x 19 feet though, all told. Gonna cost me the best part of fucking £500.00!!! And I do mean sterling. Time I replace the rafters too .....
So, I've blown into the shop. Pair of lanky young lads lounging about behind the counter. One of them's peeled himself out of a lean and come towards me, disinterestedly.
" I've come to price up some tin. " I've pronounced. Without preamble. 'Tin?' He's asked. Looking a bit, " WTF? " at me. " Roof Tin. " I've said.
At this, seeing the question mark forming, I suppose, the other lad's come forward, probably wondering if He could figure out what the old fuck was on about.
" I want to re roof my whole fucking stable. Liable to cost me a fucking fortune. I want an idea of how much " I explained.
Still they both looked a little confused. How fucking hard could this be? " Corrugated Iron? " I tried. " I don't know what the fuck else ye may know it as ....? "
Then, just as I started to see that first little glimmer of recognition dawn on their visages, quite spontaneously, I arched my eyebrow and caught the pair of them in my most sober gaze.
I solemnly intoned; " Winter Is Coming ..... " Then puckered up and broke into a very passable rendition of the Game Of Thrones theme music.
It was quite funny, actually. Watching as both their faces struggled, desperately, to maintain their composure. Yet, almost instantly, broke down and imploded into shuddering, eye watering, almost silent, gales of laughter!
That fucked 'em! Kids just don't seem to realise that, old as we may be, we still have a sense of fucking humour.
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