10-03-2019, 06:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-03-2019, 07:06 PM by PedigreeChummy.)
Call me a hopeless romantic, but I like the idea of some fella on the 1932 production line regaling his work colleagues with how he nearly sh*t himself watching Boris Karloff in "The Mummy" at The Regal over the weekend, as he goes to get an "H" out of the box of stamps, mistakenly picking out a "K" with half an eye on the well-oily-thumbed Marlene Dietrich calendar next to the stamp bench, taking it over to the Tourer he's working on, giving it a sharp tap with the heavyweight hammer that's a veteran of over 100,000 whacks, only to discover his mistake... then he thinks "b*llocks to it, nobody will notice until 2019... what's on at the flicks next weekend, and will I get Rita from accounts to fool around with me on the back row again...?"