Gipsy tart makes you fart
I am not unnaturally quite perturbed by this. I fear the mentalists in Flintshire, not a million miles away from here, have very very little to do. Boys will be boys, and so will men. I think I will apply for a job with them but I will make it quite clear that if they don't employ me, I will assume it will be on the grounds that my name will cause general ribaldry to the point of distraction. Nonetheless, I have had 40 odd years of being used to it and nobody has come up with anything remotely original for at least 20 years (I actually quite liked Mr Seeds - everyone in a cricket team has a nickname) so I think litigation would be justified. What makes me laugh more than anything is the quite parochial nature of the complaint: renaming it "Spotted Richard" is quite laughable to anyone with a passing knowledge of rhyming slang.*
On a similar note, here in Cheshire garages and car dealerships with high values of customer service/satisfaction etc (ie doing what you'd expect them to do) are awarded the "Golden Spanner". Quite. Employ the services of the excellent Peevish.co.uk to understand why I won't be using them.
*If you really don't know, Richard the Thirds. Work it out.
5 Vegetable peelings:
I used to love a gypsy tart at school dinners.
she worked in the canteen.
ps I'll be back guns blazing on Scrabble at the weekend!
Zucchini arse-ropes.
Rog, my mum was a school cook.
Vicus, sadly not in my school kitchen as I think they were the two main ingredients for everything from curry to mince beef cobbler
So was my mum. It was highly embarrassing when she came out with the extra helpings.
Spotted Dick? For real? Geeeeeze. I cannot imagine!
"I'll have the striped breast, please."
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