Bart Surfaces

About 4 years ago, due to some dodgy politics my friend Bart (who is a diamond geezer) got hired by some firm in place of some other blokes sister.

Needless to say he didn't cut the mustard, since he didn't have the legs, and got "let go" about 3 years ago. When this happened I took him out to my local Indian for a curry (as one does). [It's hard to think about redundancy when you have steam coming out of your ears and your intestines as pushing themselves out through your abdomen like Alien. Works a charm].

Unfortunately it turned out the geezers from the firm that had "let him go" were also tucking into a bit of the old chicken tikka right then and there. We stood our ground and got stuck into our grub without so much as nod to the firm that had given him the old heave ho.

4 years on, and after a lot of hard graft, Bart has a job at a company next door to the old firm, and he is on the up and up. So I took him out to the same Indian and here he is.