Raymond Scott - Master Builder
All of a sudden winter has set in, and somewhat predictably I have no clothes. My shoes have all decided to take their lives in their own hands and end it all. And my trousers, well! My poor trousers... I'd weep if I didn't have such a fine collection of t-shirts. But it's not like I can just wear lots of t-shirts and pretend everything's hunky dory. Just not possible. Even I can't pull that off. Amazing how situations like this, and lets not forget the whole hoover debacle, seem to arrive at the exact time that my shares haven't reaped the dividends I predicted 18 months ago! At least I can rest easy in the knowledge that I'm not a complete imbecile like our resident handyman, Raymond. This chaps utter dullardosity (another new word) beggars belief. Firstly, when advised that the cupboard under the kitchen sink was mouldy and damp, he had a quick shufties, pulled away some wet board leaving a nice gaping hole, and then left. Nothing's been heard of this since. Maybe he felt that removing some of the damp material would suffice. I disagree. Secondly, in regards to a large gap between the side of the bath and the wall tiles, he actually managed (with the aid of a large monkey) to mastick (?) where the gap was. Unfortunately for him, he neglected to realise that baths are usually filled with water and people. So obviously, when the first bath was run and taken after his visit, the gap just re-opened as expected. Honestly, I wouldn't let this tosspot make me a sandwich. Then just to rub salt in this gaping pus-filled wound, he took the lock out of the grill on the front door - to get it fixed apparently - and hasn't returned. If someone tries to burgle us, they're not exactly going to have massive problems getting through that bastard. Seriously, who trained this guy? He reminds me of another handyman who used to fix stuff for me when I lived in Whitechapel. He was called Ray too, I think. He once tried to fix a hole in the kitchen ceiling (good house, that one..) by stapling plasterboard to the bathroom floor. What is it with men called Ray? I know what I'm not going to call my son.
National Ted Bovis Day

I shall start the Grand REM Album Review Event tomorrow. It will be brilliant I assure you. I also intend to get very drunk for no good reason.
I will keep you posted.
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