I worked with a lad on a building site 12 years ago who we called "The Whale". It was behind his back, he was quite proud of what a pig he was. There was a butty van on site that sold a "Gut-Buster" which was basically a fried breakfast on a barmcake. He'd get one every morning without fail. He'd wolf it down and if he could be arsed, go and get another. Sometimes he'd say he couldn't be arsed going again and go through a packet of biscuits by way of consolation. On a night he drank whiskey like his life depended on it. Then he'd get a kebab on the way back to the digs. Throw in sandwiches for dinner and an evening meal at the digs and you get the idea. I'd love to know if this animal is still working these days.
