Do you remember Mr Fook-Off?
A few weeks ago I told you I had arrived late with the keys to the loos at Truro and one old fart moaned as he was ‘busting’ once I had opened the MENS door he told me to ‘fook off’? Well his bosom pal and potential son-in-law has asked if I would consider allowing Mr F.O to tow his own home built portable toilet to the Car Boots where he can park it up for easy use and maybe let other stall holders use it for a small fee particularly Annie and a few others who “Must park near the loo’s”
His idea was to tow the bike-loo to any of our locations and cycle it around the stalls and charge 10 pees! And where are the loo roll and holder and privacy curtain and fresh air spray and loo brush holder and something to read? No, No, No!
Without giving the matter too much consideration the idea is ‘taking the piss’ and refused! I could well imagine it being towed away from some of our uneven surfaces slurping at all and sundry! No! According to son-in-law father in law Mr F.O suffers so bad with constipation there are teeth marks on his toilet seat! Good! Now ‘Fook Off’!
Actually Mr F.O is a decent bloke who will be mortified when he reads this which is fine with me but if he is not careful I could really stir the Ess Haich eye Tee!