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Cheeky Charlie (story)
This is not going to be a run-off-the-mill story.
Charlie was a self-effacing waiter at a Michelin-star restaurant in London. But his life didn’t use to be tickety-boo.
He grew up in a dodgy neigbourhood where nobody used Queen’s English. So, when Charlie wanted to find a job in the city center, he had always failed at the job interviews.
’Why would you like to work for our company?’ asked the intreviewer.
’Well, mate, my life is a fuff, I’m always broke, I don’t even have a fiver at the end of the month, I can’t even buy a bog roll, my girlfriend is up the duff, the lady-next-door is a curtain twitcher, living there is bloody awful…’
Charlie went on and on, and he never got the job, because the interviewers could not get a word of his goobledygook.
But once he was jammy. He was at a pub getting pissed, when he started a conversation with a man who was actually a speech and language therapist looking for a client for his experiments. He started giving lessons to Charlie, and his English had improved rapidly in a month. At his next job intervew he was able to speak using sophisticated vocabulary, so he got a job at one of London’s most posh restaurants, Angler.
Bollocks! Horses for courses! I’d rather be a waiter at The Wigmore!
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