Since today is a Tuesday, I should like to pay my respects to a funny little chap who we all called Grommet when I worked as a municipal gardener in Bury. He looked like a hobbit, or rather a hobbit crossed with a troll, but he was a cheeky chappy, and when I found out many years after leaving blue-collar labour behind me that he'd died of liver disease I felt sad.
Anyway, since this is a Tuesday, it reminds me of Grommet, who would saunter into the tearoom of a Tuesday morning and yell out in something resembling a singing voice: "Kiss me dick on a Tuesday."
Then again he said that every other day of the week as well. As far as I know, no-one ever took him up on it.
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