18th June 2005, 01:21 PM
I remember in teh early 90s.. off to work in Northern Ireland.. arrived and was told that accomodation was not provided... being a cheapskate and being low on dosh I asked if I could sleep in the portacabin until g/f arrived with the VW camper van.. spent a miserable 2 weeks sleeping on old newspapers on the floor of teh wet portacabin... the agony was only once broken by a visit from a fully tooled up army patrol who thought I was IRA staking out teh only nearby house... which happened to be the home of a Police Sargeant... the joy.... add to that the bleeding fact that I had contracted hepititus in Iraq and could not drink..
Another day another WSI?

Another day another WSI?