Trooper wrote:
Sod the cans on heads, what about the massive petrol bomb under the garage?
I It’s probably still there and he will have died a few years ago, I imagine, so it’s just waiting to be plundered. I wonder if I can check the 1972 census or something to see where he used to live. Deffo in the Manchester area.
Whilst arguably being bonkers, he was very popular with his clients, many of whom were bonkers as well. He genuinely tried his best to place them in work or training, although he had a daily battle of attrition with his deputy.
In those days, before email was even a glint in Shiva Ayyadurai‘s eye, the daily post was separated out into the relevant sections and dropped into the in-tray of the manager of each section. John, the DRO, would habitually take it and drop it in Brian (his deputy’s) in-tray on his way to the gents for his regular morning bowel evacuation and reading the local morning paper. Brian would skim through the items, select a couple that were easy to deal with, and put the rest back in John’s tray before he got back from the crapper. John would pick out a couple more to deal with, then wait for Brian to go for his tea break and put the rest back in Brian’s tray. Brian would deal with a couple more, then drop the rest back in John’s tray when he went to the canteen to talk to his lunch. This process continued for the rest of the day until all items had finally been dealt with. They both knew what was going on, but it was never spoken of.