Piss mops brody

Description:Hot headed Cyril Madrid Hot headed Cyril Madrid It happened in the late summer of , well before we moved a couple of miles up the road into that swanky new factory at Hounslow, back then Dad and I were still working out of that big old dilapidated corrugated shed in Feltham, Middx. The thing was this, the polishing shop was an isolated old war time one foot thick flat roof concrete bunker, about twenty by twelve feet, but only seven feet high, and no way could it ever burn down, as it was made of concrete with nothing inside to burn. The only thing in the place was the 5HP polishing motor in the centre of the shop, and a pile of bronze metal castings waiting to be polished, the castings like the rest of the place were covered in this deep fluffy cotton stuff too, yeah it was a mess, and it needed a flash fire to clean the place out, which I had reasoned would happen to me, and probably the next time I was polishing. As Cyril stood looking at us like a wet scare-crow, he still had on his leather gloves and apron, and then without moving from the spot, he slowly raised his arms high and out wide to empty his long leather gauntlet gloves that were full of water like he had taps at the ends of his hands, and frankly he looked a right mess, and me, well I was still near on the deck with arms out stretched on bent knees, in a state of collapse, yes standing up was a problem! Of course Cyril kept blaming me, saying that it was all my fault, the daft prat, and I was in trouble for months, I just could not get that vision of Cyril Madrid standing there, black faced with white bulging eyes, engulfed in flames holding that sack, with his head on fire out of my mind, well would you!

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