February 26, 2004

Animal, Vegetable or Welshman?

I haven’t always hated people from Wales. My House Master at boarding school was from the valleys and, even though we crossed swords a few times, he was still a great bloke. Ex-Wales fly half Neil Jenkins has also been an idol of mine, if not for his kicking ability, then his efforts breaking out of the RWH cryogenics department and somehow straying onto a rugby pitch in Cardiff. But, as I sit here typing these words, I’ve developed a hate for the welsh. This is all due to one person. Meet Stuart Evans…

Stuart is a fellow processor. He is from Swansea, he’s 26 and he smells like the dried meat department of a French supermarket. Now, I’ve never been very good with bad smells. I’ve been sick in my mouth and forced to swallow a number of times when changing cat litter or using the restroom after Chris Danby. So, as you can imagine, I’ve been keeping my distance since Monday. Unfortunately, evasive efforts crumbled this morning when he came to speak to me. Not only does he smell terrible, his face looks like it recently caught on fire and the flames could only be extinguished with a large shovel. He is a hideous individual and I’m not ashamed to say this. I spoke to him for the best part of 5 minutes. Here is a highlight of our conversation:

‘Do you like football?’
‘Yes, I…’
‘Me. I had a trial for Aberystwyth ya know. Would have got through but the selection was rigged ya see. Do you play sport?
‘Well, actually….’
'Na, I bet you don’t. Ya don’t look like a sportsman. Ya seem a bit lanky for it.
No offence ya know. Not typing very fast are you? I’m a 90 words per minute man. Like shit off a shovel. Is that vimto your drinking? Give us a swig….'

What a knob.

And to make matters worse during his spiel he was lightly dusting me with saliva. So now I’m slightly moist, my cubicle smells like arse and from the looks of things I’ll be spending the afternoon pulling pieces of sweetcorn out of my hair.

I am very depressed.


Posted by andrew at February 26, 2004 06:24 AM
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this is what you do next time he comes around.
stare at his face, somewhere above the eyebrows with a look of wonder while he is talking to, then to confusion, then to disgust, all the while you are nodding occasionaly to his ramblings. see how many times he loses his train of thought. you do it enough times and he wont come back.
or when he talks about girls..and he mentions his girlfriend (which will be a lie) just say "oh so you and the shovel are on good terms then"

Posted by: will at February 26, 2004 09:42 AM

I think you should just be even more annoying than him. We once had this grubby guy come into my office..long story short; he drank a huge sip of coffee, and then cough/spewed it all over one of our employees. Try that one...it is pretty funny.

Posted by: deanne at February 26, 2004 11:21 AM

nice one bro'. i second your thoughts - what a knob. maybe he'd like to see this. shall i forward it to him? HA,HA!

Posted by: Tariq at February 27, 2004 05:09 AM

nice one bro'. i second your thoughts - what a knob. maybe he'd like to see this. shall i forward it to him? HA,HA!

Posted by: Tariq at February 27, 2004 05:09 AM

Why the hell were you drinking Vimto? That's just nasty.

Posted by: Alex at March 1, 2004 11:09 AM
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