Wednesday, September 09, 2009

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 to understand why I won't be using them.

*If you really don't know, Richard the Thirds. Work it out.

5 Vegetable peelings:

Blogger Rog said...

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!

3:18 pm  
Blogger Vicus Scurra said...

Zucchini arse-ropes.

4:33 pm  
Blogger Richard said...

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

4:55 pm  
Blogger Rog said...

So was my mum. It was highly embarrassing when she came out with the extra helpings.

8:05 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Spotted Dick? For real? Geeeeeze. I cannot imagine!

"I'll have the striped breast, please."

8:37 pm  

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