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Thursday, 10 March 2011

And you thought that Rab C Nesbitt was fictional?

A wee Scottish man approaches library desk, reeking of booze, it's 11am "I need to copy these" he says thrusting a pile of papers in my face "Yes, fine" "Ah yer Scottish, where are you from" - a loaded question? - "Glasgow", I say and walk towards the photocopier, he stumbles after me deposits money in the coin box and hands me the papers. They are all sick notes!!!
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1 comment:

Unknown said...

Cliches are cliches cos theyre often true eh?

This is a desperate tale of an alky trying to play the system while pissed. There has to be some award for such endeavour - the Queens Award for Indolence perhaps..!

13 March 2011 at 04:09

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