Lady I (61): I'm a cleaner, but I do things MY way. If I want to do a deep clean I do, if I want to give the place a lick and a promise I do - they respect it, because I can treat the house as if it was my own - well, you know what I mean. I'm 61 and I work there because they don't give me orders, otherwise it would be a case of 'see you later alligator'.
Lady II (63): I work too, 'cos I can't afford to live unless I work. Anyway I'm only 63 and I'm young, I'm not going to go to an old people's home to scratch myself all day...
(Gustavo's comment: I'd still be able to scratch myself at home, if it was me...)
A baker became known by different nicknames as his business and social standing increased. First he was known as "Dai The Bread", and soon became "Dai the Rolls" after purchasing a large car to demonstrate his wealth. Finally he was known as "Dai Upper Crust" when he received a knighthood.
There was a local miner called "Bells" because he was always complaining he was wringing wet after a shift.
Another was called "Gary Banana Back" because he constantly complained about his back being like that fruit after a shift.
There was another called "Dai Piano" who was constantly cadging cigarettes as he had left his at home - on the piano.
Lastly there was "Dai Rob the Dead" who reputedly claimed a dead man's fully coal laden tram as his own in order to boost his wages.
When I was a 15 year old screenboy working at Marine pit in Cwm we boys were forever trying to sneak off a few minutes early to be first to bath. But we were terrorised by a timekeeper who wasn't averse to hiding between the wagons in the sidings to catch us. From an injury received he was minus one arm so hence his nickname "The One Arm Bandit".
Conversely the other timekeeper was called "The Crook with the Book". Then we had Dickie Butterballs for whatever reason and my grandfather from his expertise with racing pigeons was Bill Pigeon and my father who worked with him as colliers was Ike Pigeon.
The list was endless - when I moved on to the steel industry at Ebbw Vale we had one young lad about six stone soaking wet who always seemed to be getting things wrong and when challenged would raise is arms up and state "it wasn't me". So he soon became "Hands Up".
Woman: Look John, look at Banjo the way he's looking up at me with those big melting green eyes. Isn't he simply gorgeous? Come Banjo, do you want to get on the sofa with us? Come and sit in the middle (pats the cushion).
Banjo: You're sitting in MY seat. Do you think cats make eye contact to be soppy? Get out of MY seat... NOW!!
Hot Chick I (22): I'm soooo pissed off today. Guess who deleted me off his Facebook?
Hot Chick II (25): No idea
Hot Chick I: Pablito
Hot Chick II: Aaaah - but you hate him, so that's OK.
Hot Chick I: Yeah but, I didn't delete HIM, HE deleted ME. Do you see what I mean. You fall out with them but you don't delete them, it's diplomatic. And then he goes and deletes ME. I'm really angry...
Hot Chick II: LOL.... I don't understand you. What does it matter?
Hot Chick I: What do you mean it doesn't matter???????