Nowhere really, stuck indoors. Spurs fan was he?
:sigh: Condensed version: I was his paperboy. He ordered the Sunday Times, which was too big to fit in his letterbox and he wouldn't let it just be dropped in the porch. I therefore did the only logical thing and posted it through his letterbox in sections. He tried and failed to get me sacked, the little c.unt. I've loathed him ever since.
No. That was the thing. When he complained to me I pointed out that there was literally no other way of delivering his paper through his letterbox and that he'd already ruled out the idea of just leaving it in the porch. This insolent use of logic on my part is what caused him to call the newsagent and try to get me sacked. He was just being a c.unt for the sake of it, the nasty little scotch prick.
Her grandson just walked out of a sweet gig coz she's a bossy old twot out of touch with reality, no?