Saturday, October 15, 2011
The mould, the mould
The builder came. He is what I would describe as a typical 'wog' (and I mean that in the nicest possible way). Shaved head, athletic build, tight designer shirt and jeans, nicely perfumed, and wearing lots of heavy gold jewellery. He prized off the skirting board and I was amazed to see the assortment of fungi growing on the wood. My damp problems is a mycologist's dream. "Definitely a damp problem", said the builder. He cleaned out the mess and said he's going to get back to me in a couple of days.
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I was really interested to know what your damp problem was, instead you have just made me slightly excited. Did he have the 'wog' accent too?
Yes, he did. And he was chewing gum the entire time. And he had a tattoo.
The jewellery, the designer clothes, the beard, the nice-smelling perfume...After he left, I said to Nathan that I couldn't actually tell if the builder was gay or just European.
I wonder if he installs televisions in his spare time. He sounds like the gentleman who installed mine which needed reconnection to Foxtel amongst other things and he somehow managed not to find all the free to air channels. I tuned them in for myself after he left.
I love that based on the evidence he stated the obvious "Definitely a mould problem"!
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