Fabien Barthez - and what an arrogant **** he was. I used to operate a truck mounted cherry picker and we got a job on 1 deansgate(swanky apartments) .
All the residents were told that the car park would be closed until 5 pm because my machine was going to be taking up all the space. They got two weeks notice and were told again the day before.
This **** still rocked up about 2PM and preceded to lean on his horn for about 60 seconds and gesticulate out of the window for us to move.
I just ignored the ****. The bloke working in the cage with me said we'd better go down and move.
At this stage I didn't even know it was him, I just thought it was someone being a ****. He leaned on his horn for another minute and I leaned over the cage and told him to go and fuck himself.
Cue the site agent, running over like a fat Seb Coe and shouting at us to come down, which we did.
Now I was already in a bad mood, I shouldn't really have been working because I was waiting for a double hip replacement and every step was agony. To make it worse, I'd been stuck in Manchester all week, 8 hours a day in the cage with no overtime. The usual was about 2-3 hours work(but we got paid for 8) and 5-6 hours travel, and I was already feeling narked.
Then I noticed the **** beeping his horn as though he'd got it for xmas was that **** Barthez.
The site agent was flapping like a woman and telling me to move my machine. I saw who it was and decided to be as obstreperous as I possibly could. We then had a quick argument because he had earlier assured me that once I had set up I wouldn't have to move.
I made sure I took as long as possible to stow the machine away and even rolled a fag before climbing into the cab to move it. Then I gave the bald headed rag **** the finger as he drove past, revving the bollocks out of his motor but refusing to make eye contact.
Fabien Barthez you are a ****.
