The chancer who visits our street claims to be a window cleaner. He is not. He is a bloke with a hose with a crap telescopic brush attached. No ladder, no bucket and rag, no bicycle and no fucking attention to detail.
The lazy cunt sprays water about for about a minute and a half, most of which goes all over the place and some of which hits to door so it runs all over the hall carpet when I open the door to pay him. £7.00 for less than two minute’s work. On £200 an hour he must live in a fucking palace with servants to carry him around on a fucking litter on his days off.
George Formby would be fucking embarrassed. Even Mr Wu and his ‘worn-out ladies blouses’ would be an improvement.
Nominated by Twenty Thousand Cunts Under the Sea.