Thursday, October 27, 2005

Want a caravan for me ma

I met my first gypsy the other day at work. He came in to pick up the scrap metal that is around the warehouse. He doesn't sound like Brad Pitt in the movie Snatch but is just as hard to understand. He seems to have taken a shine to me. Keeps calling me Ginger McGee. He seems quite fascinated by my long goatee and red beard. Whenever he is in the warehouse I hear the name Ginger McGee about every thirty seconds or so. Strange bloke that one. My boss likes it when he comes because he takes all of the metal we have lying around so my boss doesn't have to rent a skip (dumpster) and all it costs him is 4 cups of tea a week. Don't know if the gypsy can fight though.


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