17-09-2018, 02:00 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
I’ve told you about the potato man, next up is “Ringo the Laundry Guy”, he spent two years in Los Angles and came back with the strongest American accent I ever heard, one would swear he was a native of the city of angels. He called all the fella’s guys and all the girls were gals or dames so everyone called him the laundry guy, he loved that.He set up his own laundry here when he came back and business was thriving in the late 50’s. He got the name Ringo because he wore two gold rings on each hand but none on the married finger, some believed he married in America but it didn’t work out. this was well before Beatle Ringo’s time.
He had a muscular pemanantly tanned body, an impossible tan to keep in the Irish climate, (we all know what happened to Michael Jackson when he spent two months living here, he turned white
) My mother used to say that he (Ringo) topped it up from a bottle of fake tan, you know the stinky brown stuff women used to use on their legs when they couldn’t afford new nylons, still all the local women were queuing up to give him their dirty linen. Back then if you had a washing machine in my area you either won the Irish Sweepstakes or you robbed banks.
Ringo came round on Monday mornings and collected the laundry sacks then returned the clean laundry on Friday. He had a very big van and one could lose oneself inside it.
One morning while Ringo was chatting up the newly married Mrs Gilligan who was wearing just a dressing gown and a seductive grin as she held and caressed a bag of dirty washing to her chest as if it was Clarke Gable himself, little did she know that Mr. Gilligan was observing the proceedings from the top front bedroom. He had been off work for a few days with the flu and got out of his sick bed to investigate the tittering and laughing outside the house.
Well he was fuming, and when Ringo took Mrs.Gilligan’s hand and kissed it like a Spanish conquistador off to the Americas it was the last straw for Mr. Gillian. He was down the stairs like a greyhound from trap 6 at Romford and out the door like a light, he grabbed Ringo by the scruff of the neck and proceeded to strangle him up against the golden privet hedge, Ringo’s tan was turning all shades of purple, had it not been for the intervention of Dennis the docker next door who worked shifts and was home that day Ringo was a gonner.
Us kids loved all the excitement and Ringo never called at the Gilligan house again after that day, Mrs Gilligan was seen later at the shops sporting a black eye to the mutterings of the other women “Serves her right, brazen little hussy"
17-09-2018, 03:52 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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See Pugsy has a pub. Sweetie has the Candy Bar, now Spitty has gone into Fast Food.
17-09-2018, 04:53 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Pug
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.....as opposed to every other Australian garage/workshop...
[but we WILL piss in your ashtray]...
17-09-2018, 05:04 PM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by Pug
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SILLY moi...you must be very used to using magnifying glasses to ...errm...'find things',gummy. Explains the wet patch,bro..."Oh,that gumbud is SO fascinati...zzzzzzzz"
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