So the scaffolders are here, erecting away as if there isn't a tomorrow.
They comprise the usual blend of characters.
Boss Bloke - in charge of the spirit level, looks as though he works out and shaves his chest. Will have a drink with the lads but is careful not to eat or drink too much.
Driver and General Factotum - in charge of making really stupid comments, "Oh look, boats!", doesn't work out and plaits his chest. If he's not working he's drinking 20 pints of lager and eating crisps, burgers, chips and one apple a day "cos it's 'ealthy, innit!"
Master Work Experience - a gangly lad with spots who never says a word except "Eh?". He has no idea what's going on and just wants to get back home to his XBox and his mum.
Opinionated Bloke - Whatever or whoever is on the front page of the SUN is wrong, disgusting, stupid, a waste of time, will make no difference, hasn't got a clue , "I've 'ad 'er" and "What d'you fink of 'er? Marks out 'a ten? I'd give 'er one!!!! Ha ha".
Oh no, I've just realised, I'm being scaffoldist.
(I've got nothing to say - I'm too busy keeping a wary eye on Boss Bloke. Lo,TG Ed)
