Thursday, 12 March 2009

Hurrmmmmmph

I am none too sure I like this werkin' malarkey. Someone has stolen a bag of me crisps and opened me hobnobs.
I even had to put a sign in the toilet saying 'STAND CLOSER ITS NOT AS LONG AS YOU THINK'. Why do people feel the need to pee on the floor?
And the site meeting used all me milk up, bastards!
'Sbin near on three weeks now and no pension in sight, how do poor people cope?
On the bright side the wall needs a coat of paint.

Thursday, 5 March 2009

I'm werkin

Since joining the ranks of the werkin classes the Mafster is too tired to blog.

However my current project is building a wall which will divide the space (portacabin) into two different rooms one of which will be my office. When the wall is finished I will set to painting. This werk stuff is rather draining. Apparently I am not to receive a £650,000 pension just yet.

Bones is being truely devoted.