Non-iron shirts

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It wasn't a joke, it really happened

Bollocks :-)
I'll ask him when I see him, think he works at Stockport car supermarket on the A6 in Great Moor :)

It's still at my mums house. How much money you willing to gamble on it?

Your arse, but been there already :-)

 

[tidyman]

My dad was given a signed one by Jeff Whitley, after taxiing him home and having a beer one night in the 90s.

I see what you did.

Was going for about noon tomorrow, so well done you :-)

Would have been waiting a lot longer than that until I got it.

I was like, I wonder why Jeff Whitley carries spare shirts around with him to use as currency for taxi drivers?

Back on topic. I've never even heard of them but I'd happily take a three year pay freeze if my work uniform didn't need ironing ever again.

 

[dronefromsector7g]

I see what you did.

Was going for about noon tomorrow, so well done you :-)

Would have been waiting a lot longer than that until I got it.

I was like, I wonder why Jeff Whitley carries spare shirts around with him to use as currency for taxi drivers?

Back on topic. I've never even heard of them but I'd happily take a three year pay freeze if my work uniform didn't need ironing ever again.

Haha. He invited my dad into his house for a beer as it was his last job of the night. I think he tipped him well on top if the booze and shirt

 

[tidyman]

Was going for about noon tomorrow, so well done you :-)

Would have been waiting a lot longer than that until I got it.

I was like, I wonder why Jeff Whitley carries spare shirts around with him to use as currency for taxi drivers?

Back on topic. I've never even heard of them but I'd happily take a three year pay freeze if my work uniform didn't need ironing ever again.

Haha. He invited my dad into his house for a beer as it was his last job of the night. I think he tipped him well on top if the booze and shirt

He wouldn't have given me a tip. Or a shirt come to that.

I was half way through a prolonged foul mouthed rant at him one afternoon when I bumped into him, before it slowly sunk into my thick head that he had no idea who I was or what I was talking about.

My final embarrassed words as it finally dawned on me who he was and he slowly shook his head and walked off were, You're not Jim are you?