...I had just returned from holiday and had arrived back in London extremely jet lagged and a bit freaked out by the journey home which had, if I recall correctly, featured crap aeroplanes (I'm not a good flyer), hovercrafts (never been on one) and a big boat (I like boats)...anyway, I'm jet lagged when the phone goes and it's RWLC...now, as I understand it, Roy is a techie, but not in my dream he wasn't; no, he owned a courier company and wanted me to pick up 3 deliveries in WC1 and 1 in Sheffield, where he lives...
I was tired and not over the moon about this, but reluctantly agreed to pick up the WC1's, but moaned like f**k to a mate on the way to picking up one of the deliveries about the fact that Roy was in Sheffield and couldn't be arsed, as I saw it, to pick up a delivery in his home town and did he not know how jet lagged as I was etc...
Anyway, after I'd picked up the London drops I phoned Roy to tell him that I wasn't going to sort out of the Sheffield drop, but he didn't answer...I phoned again, no answer - the deadline for picking up the northern job was getting ever closer and I was getting extremely stressed and agitated...finally someone picked up to say that Roy and his wife (you've married already in my dream Roy) were in the next door house to theirs arguing like bloody f**k...bloke on phone said "listen" and held up the phone and all you could hear was raised voices, high pitched screaming (no doubt you RWLC) and the smashing of cutlery...
Eventually Roy came to the phone and said that he was sorry for asking me to go to Sheffield and that of course he would do it was just that he was having a few domestic probs at the time and that was pretty much that, not very exciting really aside from the fact that I then drove up to Sheffield and me and Roy bummed like buggery f**k for days...
Posted By: Fierce Panda, Sep 7, 11:51:46
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