Fresh meat
So I've got twice the number of underlings to ruthlessly torment now. The new guy is an irishman, which is usually a good thing. He seems like a nice bloke, comes from a farming background and in three hours at the pub last night, he never even tried to tell me how good he is. Pity he's only staying a few weeks.
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I trust he never mentioned Van Morrison, U2 or pubs with farm implements hanging from the rafters.
Tony,
no, no and no. He did mention the fact that within ten miles of the farm he lives on are two villages and a town with a total of thirteen pubs between them. That's what they mean by the luck of the Irish, I guess. Also, with our dodgy mathematical brains, we worked out that it cost him just over half the cost of a new BMW in the showrooms here to fly to Germany and pick one up at the factory and drive it home.
Adie, she sounds like the Chunk's sister. I haven't seen him do anything right so far. We need the extra hands or I'd flick hhim.
So did he come from Ireland specifically to help you guys out? Too bad the good ones don't get to stay long.....
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