The other writer is off sick today. Aww. He’s a 6ft, running skinhead, but he can’t handle a bit of seafood.
So he rang in this morning and explained that he had some dodgy oysters at the Thames Festival and is a bit worst for wear. But when The Writer was asked what the problem was, his answer wasn’t met with the suspected toilet humour, but one step further – “Got carried away and did himself an injury with the Mrs last night!” Thanks CD. And it wasn't even 10 am yet. I know who not to call in sick to.
Is this unprofessional? Or just another giggling schoolboy moment?
That'd be a giggling Schoolboy moment. I'm afraid Peggy, as you will see from the series that it will always be the case - which escalates the more the boys have the chance to banter together. As Red does on the show, we just have to rise above it if not use it to our advantage ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I can put innuendo, foul language and idiocy to good use - apart form this blog. Pray, wise one, tell all.
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