Supplementary Chapter.

The two fuckin’ labour ‘union’ firebreathers!! (reputedly both female!)

       In 1987, my old pal Peter, our former neighbour from Cosgrove was working for George Pullman, a print company owned by Maxwell. All the excitement of my building project was over apart from my needing to sue the Jojo prick in plot 3 who had knocked me for his gold taps etc. (bastard). Anyway Pete talked me into helping out at Pullmans, usually on the beastly night shift. I was only prepared to do one, or max two shifts a week. So the unbelievable foreman would ring when they were short handed, “Wanna work sarternooon?” Whether yes or no his parting salute was, “Katch yuh la’er!” How this useless bloody moron ever got a job anywhere is beyond me, but there it is, foreman in a big print works, on an exceptional salary. I wouldn’t have employed the prick to sweep up for me.

After a couple of shifts loading paper into a machine, boring as hell, I looked up that afternoon and saw two of the wildest looking firespitting, titless, bubble cut ‘women’, (could be females!) approaching. The leader spat out, “Yer go’’a join our union, ‘s wun pahnd for’y forwer. Translation: “It is necessary for all employees to become members of the trade union, the weekly contribution is one pound and forty four pence.”  I felt they would have broken my arms off had I not been able to pay at once, so I did, rapidly. They were so thick that they had no idea whether or not they had been paid in any given week, so I usually said something like, “Already paid this week”. I stuck this crap for about 6 months, and later, when my tax was being assessed, ALL the money I had been paid was charged as tax. I really had been wasting my time. Learned a lot though, about their abysmal ignorance, and the kindergarten level of superstition the so-called ‘women’ believed in. Our huge house was sold and we moved to Shurton in ’88. Next time someone needs you to ‘help out’ in some poxy factory or print works, just say, “No fuckin’ way Jose!” Have you had any dire jobs with arsehole  managers/foremen? Would appreciate some responses or I might do a 'Naked Professor' on you all, with a 'flik of my dik'!!!