Hole in ten MANY years ago, when reader Don Murphy was a young man and had just bagged his first job in Dundee city centre, he was full of hopes, dreams and ambitions. On his first day at work, those very same hopes, dreams and ambitions took a hard knock. An elderly employee of the company guided him to a spartan basement room, where a bare and dusty lightbulb provided scant illumination on the sorry scene.
This was to be our reader’s office. “There’s no windows in here,” pointed out Don. The elderly employee glared at him, probably having never heard such an outrageous (though true) assertion.
After a few more moments of glaring, the elderly employee replied haughtily: “Windows are for management, sonny.” In a slightly more conciliatory tone, he added: “If you’re hard working and diligent, you’ll mibbe get yourself a porthole, 10 year from now.” Permanently puzzled READING a novel is a time-consuming task.
It’s also exhausting, having to flip all those pages. With this in mind, our correspondents have concluded they would rather read something pithier, such as the message on a T-Shirt. Ron Munro from Aberdeen noticed one young fellow wearing a T-Shirt which stated "Clueless till I die".
Says Ron: “Not many people would admit it, but that’s probably the way we all feel.” Fighting talk THOUGHT for the day from reader Harry Taylor: “Karate is just an aggressive way of making people smell your feet.” Wedded woes LABOUR haven’t been in power ver.