Mr.K
(1)
A
retiring Brit who spent nearly 15 years in Saudi camped in front of the TV.
Never a day went by without him roundly cursing the place and its people. He
was saving up to buy a house in Bulgaria, but sadly died before he could move
in, meaning that he died full of personal misery, having been unable to
appreciate the fruits of his labour.
Mr.T
A
strange Canadian who went to bed at 6pm daily so that he could wake and exercise
at 4am the following day when it was not yet hot. He would frequently boast
about the $5000 carbon fibre wheels on his triathlon bike, but was less sure
about why he had never won a single event, even though he only ever competed in
events with just a handful of entrants.
Mr.
K (2)
An
Irishman with a propensity to throw chairs through windows after consuming
illegal hooch during in-house karaoke sessions. Whilst in work he gained the reputation
for being a compulsive liar and having a reluctance to admit that he didn’t
really have the qualifications he said he had, owing to the fact that he hadn’t
finished the courses he embarked on.
Mr.
D
A
diminutive Welshman with a large appetite for alcohol and whoring. He had been
employed in various (in)capacities at virtually all colleges in the city, and
legend had it that he once lasted more than one term at the same place. Dismissed
(many times) for turning up for work roaring drunk, he was finally ordered to leave the country –
only to be refused boarding the plane, due to his advanced state of
inebriation. Last heard of in China, having married a Chinese prostitute.
‘Dr’
Y
A
tall American who arrived to work as a ‘counsellor’, owing to his PhD in
Psychology. He expressed a great interest in the welfare of the local whores,
and spent most evenings acquainting himself with the city’s brothels. He took
out an enormous loan after just a few months, and then promptly left the
country on a pretext. Never returned.
Coming
next: the big two!
5 comments:
Sandy, there's no need to go all the way to Saudi to find alcohol-addicted weirdo Teflers. Just take a look around any staff room in the UK (hic!).
Perhaps Mr Frederickson could help us here too, he being quite partial of encounters with tarts and such, eh?
AND not 1 of 'em cd USE a fountain PEN!
UNLIKE yours troooooly!...?...!
havin a good DAY, chavSTers???
Are you off the meds again, Mr Lowe?
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A lady friend told me to get more in the spirit of Christmas. So I decided to have a pint of beer with Paul Lowe if I met him:I'd have the beer and Paul Lowe could have the glass round his head.
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