This warehouse manager I had was the cowardly sort, overall nice bloke with a young family but me and his boss the MD were like yeah but no. The MD asked for my advice where as the manager kept the floor staff in check. His crew were unskilled and practically useless, shelf stacker’s thats all they were.

Anyway he’s in chatting up the office staff and I’ve got 3 lorries coming in so in a humorous way I butted in to get the ETA’s. Oh he didn’t like that, pulled me round to the side and offered me a fair dig outside. You offer me a dig? never mind outside throw a dig now and I’ll f***** kill ya. Then I laughed in his face.

Maybe thats how they do it in the village you come from but in MY town you either throw it or drop it, f***** queer: perchance might I approach oneself and avail of thee fisticuffs.

We’re all cool here thats you warned, f*** yeah thats me warned by the way either throw that clenched left fist or go have a w*** but I’ll biatch slap you from one gable till next. 57,000 sq foot of warehouse thats a lot of biatchslapping