Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Job Search

Nearly 40 years ago, November 1965, Dad and his brother, my uncle Freddy, were looking for work. The building of the Lukes Lane housing estate was just commencing, and they went and spoke to a foreman there.

"Hmm, " he said. "Nowt just now. Could you come back in the spring?"

Freddy replied: "Do we look like fucking cuckoos?"