Don’t worry, he’s not dead or owt.
I’ve worked with him for nearly 20 years and today is his last day. Our factory is closing and he is the first one to find another job.
I’ll miss the…
Obscene emails.
The practical jokes.
The stupid conversations.
The bizarre stuff on the notice boards.
The piss taking of friends and colleagues.
The following me to the toilet and timing me then sending a detailed breakdown of time spent on the loo and time spent wiping my ass.*
The pouring over maps and plotting rides.
The having a brew at the bikes shed whilst pointing out what is wrong with the bikes in it and with the world in general.
The lending him stuff and not getting it back, sometimes for years.
The lingering stench of his numerous beauty products in the showers.
The having conversations over the internet, despite us being sat only 50 yards apart.
Today he goes and there will only be sensible people left, and after that there will be no one at all.
See you on the trails fella… probably this afternoon actually, me and Julie are setting off at about 2:45.
*I won’t miss that. It was too weird, even for him.