Some people arte just bonkers…..

[Wilmslow]

Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

Pesky contractors…….

[basshead]

[TheBigYinJames]

Originally Posted by basshead

Perhaps you shouldn't have sniffed it first. I'm sure that put her off.

[AlfredJPruffock]

I think, I think I am, therefore I am - I think.


CentralScrutiniser
of course you are my bright little star
ive miles
and miles
of files
pretty files
of your forefathers fruit

and now to suit our
great computer,
youre magnetic ink


Im more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.


There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
Face piles
And piles
Of trials
With smiles


It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave
And keep on thinking free.

[DS23]

alf do you have an extra "l" in your sig?

[EternalOptimist]

Originally Posted by Wilmslow

Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

Pesky contractors…….

Ah the old musical chairs con. She was making sure she knew where a spare chair was for when the music stopped

[EternalOptimist]

Originally Posted by AlfredJPruffock

I think, I think I am, therefore I am - I think.


CentralScrutiniser
of course you are my bright little star
ive miles
and miles
of files
pretty files
of your forefathers fruit

and now to suit our
great computer,
youre magnetic ink


Im more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.


There you go man, keep as cool as you can.
Face piles
And piles
Of trials
With smiles


It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave
And keep on thinking free.

I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of tulip on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

There's still nobody home.

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots




'Nobody home' Pink Floyd

[BrilloPad]

Originally Posted by Wilmslow

Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

Pesky contractors…….

Why not let the first person to come along move it? Why do you have time to move it?

Sounds like the contractor was doing some work - unlike you.....

[DiscoStu]

Originally Posted by Wilmslow

Contractor walks into the building, goes to her desk.

Finds an extra chair by her desk from someone who was working with her on Friday.

She wheeled the chair into t he corridor area by her desk.

I come to the rescue and place it neatly by a desk without a chair – avoids people tripping up over the darned thing.

Did I get a thanks? Did I heck – gave her my best Paddington bear glare, but she avoided my eye contact.

Pesky contractors…….

How heroic

[NotAllThere]

Originally Posted by EternalOptimist

I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of tulip on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

There's still nobody home.

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots




'Nobody home' Pink Floyd

I've got a bike...