An extract from 'The Raggered Trousered Philanthropists' (R Tressell)

When an estimate was to be prepared it was Hunter who measured up the
work and laboriously figured out the probably cost. When their tenders
were accepted it was he who superintended the work and schemed how to
scamp it, where possible, using mud where mortar was specified, mortar
where there ought to have been cement, sheet zinc where they were
supposed to put sheet lead, boiled oil instead of varnish, and three
coats of paint where five were paid for. In fact, scamping the work was
with this man a kind of mania. It grieved him to see anything done
properly. Even when it was more economical to do a thing well, he
insisted from force of habit on having it scamped.

Bill

"Bill Wright" wrote in message
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An extract from 'The Raggered Trousered Philanthropists' (R Tressell)

When an estimate was to be prepared it was Hunter who measured up the work
and laboriously figured out the probably cost. When their tenders were
accepted it was he who superintended the work and schemed how to scamp it,
where possible, using mud where mortar was specified, mortar where there
ought to have been cement, sheet zinc where they were supposed to put
sheet lead, boiled oil instead of varnish, and three coats of paint where
five were paid for. In fact, scamping the work was with this man a kind of
mania. It grieved him to see anything done properly. Even when it was more
economical to do a thing well, he insisted from force of habit on having
it scamped.

"The working class can kiss my arse
I've got the foreman's job at last."

--
Max Demian

Max Demian wrote:
"Bill Wright" wrote in message
...
An extract from 'The Raggered Trousered Philanthropists' (R Tressell)

When an estimate was to be prepared it was Hunter who measured up the work
and laboriously figured out the probably cost. When their tenders were
accepted it was he who superintended the work and schemed how to scamp it,
where possible, using mud where mortar was specified, mortar where there
ought to have been cement, sheet zinc where they were supposed to put
sheet lead, boiled oil instead of varnish, and three coats of paint where
five were paid for. In fact, scamping the work was with this man a kind of
mania. It grieved him to see anything done properly. Even when it was more
economical to do a thing well, he insisted from force of habit on having
it scamped.

"The working class can kiss my arse
I've got the foreman's job at last."

Which doesn't rhyme round here.

Like

Ride a white horse to Banbury Cross

Bill

In article , Bill Wright wrote:
"The working class can kiss my arse
I've got the foreman's job at last."

Which doesn't rhyme round here.

Like

Ride a white horse to Banbury Cross

Bill

You can, however, rejoice in the humourous euphony of such wonderful
lines as "My auntie's antisocial plant...", which makes no concession
to southern pronunciation at all.

(I'm happy to quote the source but I'm sure I don't need to).

Rod.
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In article en.co.uk,
Roderick Stewart writes:
You can, however, rejoice in the humourous euphony of such wonderful
lines as "My auntie's antisocial plant...", which makes no concession
to southern pronunciation at all.

(I'm happy to quote the source but I'm sure I don't need to).

"The Biggest Aspidistra in the World"?
--
John Hall
"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism
by those who have not got it."
George Bernard Shaw

"Bill Wright" wrote in message
...
Max Demian wrote:
"Bill Wright" wrote in message
...
An extract from 'The Raggered Trousered Philanthropists' (R Tressell)

When an estimate was to be prepared it was Hunter who measured up the
work and laboriously figured out the probably cost. When their tenders
were accepted it was he who superintended the work and schemed how to
scamp it, where possible, using mud where mortar was specified, mortar
where there ought to have been cement, sheet zinc where they were
supposed to put sheet lead, boiled oil instead of varnish, and three
coats of paint where five were paid for. In fact, scamping the work was
with this man a kind of mania. It grieved him to see anything done
properly. Even when it was more economical to do a thing well, he
insisted from force of habit on having it scamped.

"The working class can kiss my arse
I've got the foreman's job at last."

Which doesn't rhyme round here.

Or anywhere, really.

Anyway, what are you doing reading that leftie's Bible?

--
Max Demian

In article ,
Max Demian wrote:
Anyway, what are you doing reading that leftie's Bible?

My father, who was, err, pretty right wind, had a copy of it too. We
didn't have massive amounts of books so I assume it was bought to read.
The quoted passage might have had relevance - he worked in the motor
trade. ;-)

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Dave Plowman London SW
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Roderick Stewart wrote:
In article , Bill Wright wrote:
"The working class can kiss my arse
I've got the foreman's job at last."

Which doesn't rhyme round here.

Like

Ride a white horse to Banbury Cross

Bill

You can, however, rejoice in the humourous euphony of such wonderful
lines as "My auntie's antisocial plant...", which makes no concession
to southern pronunciation at all.

(I'm happy to quote the source but I'm sure I don't need to).

The beloved Jake. Ahh!

Bill

Max Demian wrote:
"Bill Wright" wrote in message
...
Max Demian wrote:
"Bill Wright" wrote in message
...
An extract from 'The Raggered Trousered Philanthropists' (R Tressell)

When an estimate was to be prepared it was Hunter who measured up the
work and laboriously figured out the probably cost. When their tenders
were accepted it was he who superintended the work and schemed how to
scamp it, where possible, using mud where mortar was specified, mortar
where there ought to have been cement, sheet zinc where they were
supposed to put sheet lead, boiled oil instead of varnish, and three
coats of paint where five were paid for. In fact, scamping the work was
with this man a kind of mania. It grieved him to see anything done
properly. Even when it was more economical to do a thing well, he
insisted from force of habit on having it scamped.
"The working class can kiss my arse
I've got the foreman's job at last."

Which doesn't rhyme round here.

Or anywhere, really.

Anyway, what are you doing reading that leftie's Bible?

To be serious, I think the left had an infinitely better case 100 years
ago than they have now. If I'd lived in those days I would have been a
lefty.

Bill

"Bill Wright" wrote in message
...
Max Demian wrote:
"Bill Wright" wrote in message
...
Max Demian wrote:
"Bill Wright" wrote in message
...
An extract from 'The Raggered Trousered Philanthropists' (R Tressell)

When an estimate was to be prepared it was Hunter who measured up the
work and laboriously figured out the probably cost. When their tenders
were accepted it was he who superintended the work and schemed how to
scamp it, where possible, using mud where mortar was specified, mortar
where there ought to have been cement, sheet zinc where they were
supposed to put sheet lead, boiled oil instead of varnish, and three
coats of paint where five were paid for. In fact, scamping the work
was with this man a kind of mania. It grieved him to see anything done
properly. Even when it was more economical to do a thing well, he
insisted from force of habit on having it scamped.
"The working class can kiss my arse
I've got the foreman's job at last."

Which doesn't rhyme round here.

Or anywhere, really.

Anyway, what are you doing reading that leftie's Bible?

To be serious, I think the left had an infinitely better case 100 years
ago than they have now. If I'd lived in those days I would have been a
lefty.

What do you mean 'if'?

(I suppose it's normal to shift to the right as you get older.)

--
Max Demian