I was working in a certain road last week when an old lady asked me if I was going anywhere for the next ten minutes. Puzzled, I replied no and she said could she tie her very despondent boxer to the barrier while she went in a shop because he got lonely and howled if left by himself, but was quite happy if he had 'company' and just looked sad. He was a pleasant enough dog and I gave him a biccy and carried on working ... suddenly angels voice cried out .... "Oy yer ugly c***s, have yer got yer money" I looked to see where such an enchanting creature was and a vision in Pyjamas accompanied by a seven year old was heading towards me... She shouted more loving abuse at what turned out were her parents outside the post office and as she got near me asked me ever so politely to ... "get out the fu****g way"
She was stuck, me one side and Les Dawson the boxer on the other.. I said to her..."You're offending me" paused to look at the dogs downbeat face and said " and you're offending the dog !"
She walked back and crossed the road and managed to call me a c**t seven times as she passed on the other side of the road.... she had a heated discussion with her 'parents' and the father was ordered to have a word and crossed the road to approach me... A shipwreck of a man, he approached me and as he got near the dog growled at him ... he did a sharp U turn and hustled the family away and when he got to the corner shouted boldly before disappearing around it ...." and I meant what I said!"

and they all lived happily ever after!!

and they all went back to there council house to watch day time tv on there brighthouse telly

Whilst the ones who chose to work get penalised again and again.

..."suddenly an angels voice cried out".......just think if she leaves her brain to science they can keep it in a mustard jar.

were was tha oxford road ? loadsa scruffy smack rats down there now.

thanks les

Nah.... but I've noticed that there's a load of houses down the bottom of Oxy Road with their windows boarded up.