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I was working for an agency back in January dealing with a lot of stock that comes back from various supermarkets and major chains. This stock isn't food and toys but checkout goods, such as receipt machines and chip and pin machines. My job is to sort the goods into various boxes and stack them on the right pallet. It sounds boring and it is, but I need to buy my mother a wheelchair.
These boxes, a good 2000 of them, are located in a barn in a village/hamlet called Easton (near Huntingdon). This barn belongs to the farmer and he rents it out to a company. At the back of the barn is a massive mountain of corn which my ''friend'' Dringo likes to play on. I use the term loosly; he just follows me around from time to time.
I needed to work extra hard, one Wednesday back in January since my mothers hip had just given way, so I told my friend Dringo to leave me be.
He took offence to this and began flicking his lighter at me. Then he pulled the matches out and began to start playing with them too.
I am an experienced cub scout and I know not to use naked flames around flammable goods, particularly in an enclosed area. I told him so and he thought it would be 'a laugh' to light the corn. I think he wanted to make popcorn. He's not very bright for a Cambridge student.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, the barn caught alight. He watched me trying to put the flames out, before stealing my Ipod and running off.
I got the sack and I'm going to court this week. He keeps saying it was my fault, but as you have read, it isn't!!!!
Now my mother has to work 14 hours a day in a factory to pay for her own hip and wheelchair. I'm scared I'm going to go to prison.
Help????
These boxes, a good 2000 of them, are located in a barn in a village/hamlet called Easton (near Huntingdon). This barn belongs to the farmer and he rents it out to a company. At the back of the barn is a massive mountain of corn which my ''friend'' Dringo likes to play on. I use the term loosly; he just follows me around from time to time.
I needed to work extra hard, one Wednesday back in January since my mothers hip had just given way, so I told my friend Dringo to leave me be.
He took offence to this and began flicking his lighter at me. Then he pulled the matches out and began to start playing with them too.
I am an experienced cub scout and I know not to use naked flames around flammable goods, particularly in an enclosed area. I told him so and he thought it would be 'a laugh' to light the corn. I think he wanted to make popcorn. He's not very bright for a Cambridge student.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, the barn caught alight. He watched me trying to put the flames out, before stealing my Ipod and running off.
I got the sack and I'm going to court this week. He keeps saying it was my fault, but as you have read, it isn't!!!!
Now my mother has to work 14 hours a day in a factory to pay for her own hip and wheelchair. I'm scared I'm going to go to prison.
Help????
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I wonder if that could be used as court evidence.
Not funny for you.
YOU'RE GOING DOWN BUDDY!
DOOOOOOOOWN!
YOU'RE GOING DOWN BUDDY!
DOOOOOOOOWN!
Laughing out Loud. I guess it would be funny if that's what neal's story actually was.
Well NEAL as Jesus once said "I'll see you in hell".
shh lol
No, I am he!
No, I'm Spartacus!
I admit, It was me.
Suuuuuuuuuuuure. :P
his name is Christopher Dring.
That's the one flaw in this otherwise wonderful scheme.
That's the one flaw in this otherwise wonderful scheme.
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