just been treated like a tradesman

[threebikesmcginty]

All very complicated - why not just lob a Molotov cocktail at his front door.

 

[Archie_tect]

...inciting to riot? Take 2 hours community service...

 

[Archie_tect]

...or a chance card [You have won a beauty contest, take £10]...

 

[yello]

I think Jerry is going to have some explaining to do....

Well, in total honesty, I reckon Jerry may well be skimming! Or maybe paying himself a 'facilitators fee' (shall we say)! I was paid cash by Jerry from a kitty that blokey gives Jerry to settle up with people. (Jerry and his misses look after their place when they're not here).

I wouldn't begrudge Jerry it btw. He's a decent bloke (also from Essex, so I know they're not all like that!) and we have a normal relationship with him! That is, we've done each other favours in the past. Whatever his relationship with this bloke is, that's fine by me. I just would have preferred not to have been a part of it!

 

[Archie_tect]

Well Yello, take comfort that you don't owe the essex bloke money... otherwise Gerry would be round to collect with a baseball bat!

 

[yello]

That's the one!

Nice... but perhaps a little too pointed now! I'd upset the neighbours!!

 

[trustysteed]

did Jerry settle it with you?

 

[Dayvo]

Well Yello, take comfort that you don't owe the essex bloke money... otherwise Gerry would be round to collect with a baseball bat!

Excuse me! We play cricket in Essex!

 

[Rhythm Thief]

At least, though, he didn't show you the tradesman's entrance!

John Humphrys' dad was a very skilled French polisher. One day he turned up at a very big house to polish the piano. When he knocked on the front door and announced who he was, the butler told him "the tradesman's entrance is round the back". Mr Humphrys snr told him "if I can't use the front door, your master can polish the bloody piano himself".
He was allowed in the front.

 

[Lazy-Commuter]

If you have setup his laptop on his wireless network then you must have the WEP key to hand...

I'd be sat outside his front door leeching all his bandwidth if I was you.

(That is assuming you also have a laptop)

Beat me to it. Surely that's the way to go ..

 

[Dayvo]

John Humphrys' dad was a very skilled French polisher. One day he turned up at a very big house to polish the piano. When he knocked on the front door and announced who he was, the butler told him "the tradesman's entrance is round the back". Mr Humphrys snr told him "if I can't use the front door, your master can polish the bloody piano himself".
He was allowed in the front.

Good story!

Edited to correct an un-truth

 

[yello]

If you have setup his laptop on his wireless network then you must have the WEP key to hand... I'd be sat outside his front door leeching all his bandwidth if I was you. (That is assuming you also have a laptop)

I have a laptop. And better things to do with my time!

 

[Globalti]

Here's a funny story: I was entertaining a Nigerian customer who is very very wealthy indeed. He looks like a black version of Shrek with the ears moved down to the sides of his head, same body shape, same huge wide smile, he's a fantastic bloke and a brilliant customer. One fine day we had dropped in at my home for him to say hello to my family, who he knows. My wife and I needed to go out and pick up her car from a mechanic so we asked Mike if he would mind staying with the nipper for 10 minutes and by the way, if the chimney sweep came could Mike just let him in. Sure enough when we got home the sweep was there, at work with his brushes.

A few months later the same sweep came back for some reason. As we chatted he came out with "Oh yes, as I mentioned to your manservant..." then looked puzzled as we fell about in gales of laughter.

 

[threebikesmcginty]

On a similar note I read this anecdote from Groucho Marx:

One day while Groucho Marx was working in his garden (dressed in well-worn gardening attire), a wealthy woman pulled up in a Cadillac and endeavored to persuade him to come and work for her. How much does the lady of the house pay you? she asked. Oh, I don't get paid in dollars, Groucho replied, glancing up. The lady of the house just a lets me sleep with her.

 

[Saddle bum]

The next time he needs you, double the rate!


Actually, I am quite proud to describe myself as an Artisan, I'm an Armourer really. But i get a bit peed if when some the non-productive professions query my hourly rate for jobs, just because it is more than they charge.