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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Twenty miles from Colditz, Puss, and not a sign of Dick!

Working in a library is an opportunity to immerse yourself in posh intellectual chat. A case in point, overheard in the staff room...
"How's your leg?"

"It still hurts. I reckon I'm going to get a scar."

"Oh well, if we're going to be sharing scars I'll show you mine."

"Don't do it!!! If she ever offers to show you her scars make an excuse and leave. It's full of bite marks from the teeth of sailors of the seven seas."

"How did you know about that?"

"We had to take your trollies down when we had to get you out of Tunnel Dick."

"I've never been in Tunnel Dick."

"Yes you have. You've blanked it out. Must be the trauma of the cave-in."

"We had to dig you out."

"Ooh eck."

"It was a devil of a job pulling you out of Tunnel Dick."

"Well, that would make a change. Usually I'm having trouble..."

"Don't say it!!!"

"It was on the tip of me tongue."

"Not for the first time duckie!"


syncopated eyeball said...

Sounds like fun! I'd like to come and play.

nursemyra said...

I am mightily confused

Gadjo Dilo said...

It's like one long episode of Julian and Sandy - how I envy you!

Pat said...

It all sounds highly indecent and giggleworthy - if only I could understand it:)

Kevin Musgrove said...

Tunnel Dick was the precursor to Tunnel Ernie.

eyeball: by all means. You'll have to bring your own greatcoat, though.

nursemyra: my work is done!

Gadjo: we have interludes like this every so often. That's when they're not dragging ITMA into the game.

Pat: I just make notes, I don't know what it all means.