Re: Humour in the TV trade.
Hmm...
I remember being called to someone's house, so I turned up around 9.30 in the morning as arranged. The young lady answered the door in a nightie that didn't leave much to the imagination (and I've got a good imagination!). I mentioned the TV, which was in her bedroom (of course). It was a Pye S/S mono TV (368?) with a line fault (you see how romantic I am? I remember the TV!). I turned round to find her lying on the bed in a seductive pose while mentioning her boyfriend was away all week, and whether we could come to an arrangement over the repair cost.
Panicking, I grabbed the TV, muttered something about the workshop and ran down the three flights of stairs to the car.
When I took it back her boyfriend was there and, looking at the size and strength of him, I decided I'd made the right decision.....
Glyn
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