The gasman cometh (again).

So the doorbell rang unexpectedly. I don't get many unannounced visitors. It was the strawberry blond gasman. Looked good in his overalls. Apparently he'd overlooked a minor issue during his maintenance a couple of days ago. You know me, I don't do technical, so just let him in to do what he needed to do.Now I'd just stepped out of the shower - I know it's not January yet, but given that it's Christmas, I thought I'd have an extra one. So I'm only in my towel.

Well, says he, I need to track your gas pipe - I think it comes in through your bedroom. No problem, says I, having made my bed (christian, please note). So for an old guy, you're not bad looking, says he. Well, at that point, if I'd been younger, I'd have gotten an erection. As it happened, he was the one with the erection. So he dropped his overalls, and I dropped to my knees. You know what happened next.

So instead of a yearly service, it's now weekly.

Thanks for the entertaining post, Joe, but a bit implausible in Dublin 7 ? However, I might just go to daft ie, and see if there are any apartments to let on Kevin Street.

Are you sure he wasn't a pizza delivery boy?

Or a pool cleaner?

Quit obviously a plumber, there to tighten your nuts ! :-)


is this a new start at a soft porn novel writing career then Joe ? If so you may need to ask A447 for some tips first I fear - either way like a good tradesmen stories I always just hope the fucker cleaned up after himself before he left !

bob, just to clarify Dublin post codes - south of the Liffey is even numbers (I'm in Dublin 8). North of the river are uneven numbers.

NIrih, I couldn't wrote porn. Not enough experience, I'd have to introduce the love element, and the parents. Just wouldn't work.

The IRA seems to be taking over Sawatdee. Revolutionary bastards!
Mrs May ... to the barricades!

Smiles, that's the kind of post I might make after a couple of bottles of cheap wine. What on earth do you mean?