Joining the other labourers, McCarthy picked up the only shovel he could find.
'Don't use that shovel. If Big Jamie sees you with his shovel he'll kill you!'
So McCarthy looked around and grabbed the only pick he could find.
'For God's sake put down that pick,' said another 'That's Big Jamie's pick. If he sees you with that he'll kill you.'
Come tea break and McCarthy had done no work, but fancied a mug of tea. Picking up the only free mug on the tray, he was warned:
'That's Big Jamie's mug. If Big Jamie sees you with that mug he'll kill you!'
Now McCarthy was brought up in the 'Get in first' school of life, so .....
'That does it,' screamed McCarthy. 'I'm sick to death of hearing about this Big Jamie. I'm going to sort him out. Where does he live?'
'Winslow Street - number 7.'
So McCarthy grabbed a shovel and marched off to Winslow Street, hammered on the door, brushed past the little old lady who opened it and stormed into the house. From an upstairs room he could hear monstrous snoring noises so up he ran and burst into the bedroom. There on a bed lay a giant, six feet four inches, at least 18 stones, covered in hair.
Without a word McCarthy laid into the beast with his shovel - crash! clang! bang!
'Merciful heavens,' screamed the little old lady. 'If Big Jamie sees you hitting the baby he'll kill you!'
Have a great day xxx
The best psychological health comes from admitting your faults and recognizing they're caused by someone else.
Wizzzard xxx
