Polish and nuts

Met the mad Pole on the bus the other day – bad move, should have hidden under the seat.


Don’t get me wrong, Jolenta is a great girl but she’s Polish, and she’s nuts – put it this way, you have to be full of vitamin fortified oats to deal with Jolenta or you end up in hospital.



Charm itself, much like the Kraut, but you have never seen how one slightly built person can do so much damage in a few seconds.

I used to work with the mad Pole – watching her arrive was a side show in its own right. For one thing she didn’t just arrive, she kinda staggered in.

That’s because Jolenta didn’t wear just one coat, I’m pretty sure it averaged about 3.

In case she got cold you know, and that includes summer.



Work couldn’t start until she had unwrapped herself, with 3 coats and a shawl or two, it took a bit of time, did that, so me and the other girl used to have coffee and a chat.

Of course it was impossible for the Pole not to add her four groats, and the coats took even longer to come off.

And then, no, no, not work, then the green tea had to be infused. Or rather it was hot water with these weed things floating in the bottom of the pot, like green snakes.

I never drank it, kept to the PG tips thank you.




Like I said, I met Jolenta on the bus the other day – I think she only knocked over one passenger on her way out.
Pity she didn’t see the chap waiting at the bus stop: he took a dive, hope he didn’t crack his nose too bad. Yep.