Strange Goings on for London Contractor
Back in 1999 when I was working away in Enfield, London with my mate, his dad and a few others. My mates dad had got me a labouring job at short notice so they were a bit pushed to get me somewhere to stay for the time I was working there. They did have a spare bedroom at there digs but the problem was the owner of the house, an Irishman who they called the paddy, would sometimes stay there the odd night and they were only paying for the four of them. But anyway the first night after my first day at work they decided I could stay there but it would have to be kept hush in case the paddy found out who owned the house.
On the way home from my first day of work we called at a take-away and got a Chinese meal and headed straight to the digs, as they called them. As we …