"Where are these for?" I ask.
"I've no idea, and neither has anybody else," he replies.
"Nobody else?"
"'T.Aldous has got the list,' that's what they told me."
"Does it matter if T.Aldous has got the list? They're in charge now so they can go wherever they decide."
"Oh no. They can't go anywhere until somebody gets the list off T.Aldous, just in case they get it wrong."
T.Aldous is retired. He doesn't work here any more. He is a member of the public.
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But he haunts you still. Just call him 'raven'.
T. Aldous will be on his way to Blackpool the night for one hell of a swally. With him will be the Christmas party subs, and the proceeds of the lead he lifted fae the roof.
Look behind you...
He's like a policeman who, when he retires, immediately gets a job with a private security firm, still doing the same sort of work but with much less accountability.
Unless T Aldous meant for them to be stored in the dispatch room, Seth is dammed if he doesn't move them, and dammed if he does.
I agree with Macy. Great post title as well by the way, wasn't sure what to expect!
Like the poor - he's always with us.
Madame DeF: well, that's one word...
Jimmy: no, he'll be the damned fool pouring molten lead onto the slates, wearing slippers.
geraldgee: eek!
Gadjo: and unpaid...
Macy: go on, admit it, you really have worked here, haven't you?
Frog and I: it's a W.C.Fields quote. It's more fun to try and guess the context.
Pat: how true those words are, even today.
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