12th July 2005, 09:02 AM
Don't know about a character, but....
I once worked for a unit where supervisors were discouraged from mixing with the digging staff during tea-breaks/lunchhours, often sitting at separate tables or even in separate huts. One well known digger took it into his head to whistle the Great Escape theme and fiddle furiously with his trouser pocket everytime he wandered past the 'supervisory' gulag, ceasing in mid-whistle once he has passed out of immediate sniffing distance. None of the supervisors ever queried where the small piles of soil next to their table kept mysteriously appearing from...
I once worked for a unit where supervisors were discouraged from mixing with the digging staff during tea-breaks/lunchhours, often sitting at separate tables or even in separate huts. One well known digger took it into his head to whistle the Great Escape theme and fiddle furiously with his trouser pocket everytime he wandered past the 'supervisory' gulag, ceasing in mid-whistle once he has passed out of immediate sniffing distance. None of the supervisors ever queried where the small piles of soil next to their table kept mysteriously appearing from...