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The depressing part of this case is that most of us wouldn't have to go back too many generations to find a common ancestor with this little Nobel laureate. Some of our Vikings and Poachers etc. may even be on first name terms with his mum...
I'm quite surprised that he managed to find a public telephone that wasn't vandalised though.
Here's one of his brothers Socrates like musings:-
Well I'm quite good at reading and I'm pretty sure, just by taking one look at you, you're a chav mong cnut, who's only use in this world is to be nailed to the outside of some Hesco and used as a meat shield.
Back in the '70 s there was a late afternoon game of fartball shown live for some championship or other. As it was before videos and such,only the highlights were being shown in the evening. The stores foreman had used all his hols, or didn't want to use a half day, so walked across the road to a telephone box, phoned the switchboard, put on an Oirish accent and made a bomb threat. Why the IRA would want to bomb a small telephone eqpt manufacturer is beyond me, but it didn't matter 'cos it was a hot day and the security guy who was manning the front desk had the front door wedged open and had seen Les walk across the road, go into the box, make the call and come back via the back entrance.
He thought it unfair that he got sacked.