Youngest worked at a telesales job during holidays to earn a crust and came home with all sorts of tales - asking for one chap, the lady who answered said his funeral was just about to leave and could he ring back later; another said, oh no dear, I couldn't possibly, my son's a homosexual! and all he was trying to do was sell double glazing.
I usually say, I'm sorry to say it because you are so nice, but I am completely uninterested - before they get into stride.
I've got another 'keen'... Ouch!
Elderly fellow gran has become loudly racist
Army horses loose on London streets
They're Back! Swifts zinging around!
Recommendations please, for a stopover on the way to Loch Tay