SUPERDON, the optomistic pessimist

This is my very first blog, at the ripe old age of 59 years and 364 days! Apologies in advance for any cock-ups I make.

This first blog is dedicated to a person from work who hides behind the name of Superdon. We all know who he is and we all have names for him, too rude to write here. Here at a bulk-handling terminal on the North-east coast, no clues allowed, Superdon has created quite a reputation for himself as a seller of dodgy cars, remember the phrase Jehova Rover SD1, a heavy user of lumps of black carbon stuff found underground, a wearer of a dodgy blue suit, and a speaker with a natural flair for for depressing the most optomistic of us mere mortals at work. He came to us as a former crane driver, starting at the top job of Control room operator and working his way down to Terminal Manager.

I'm told, hearsay again, that he is now an expert at the mindnumbing and suicidal inspiring game of Solitaire on the computer. Obviously taught to him by his predecessor, who was the world's premier player of this moronic game.

Although I've always got on quite well with him I think, he is not the sort of person you would want to bump into one night down the back streets of uptown Redcar, the phrase 'being stabbed in the back' springs to mind, so I'm told. As a shy, quiet person I can only report on hearsay you understand, being forthright and speaking my mind doesn't come easily to me, unlike some of the gobshites on 'B'shift I could mention.

Did you see superstars Graham and Ruth on Sky TV the other night? I don't know about you but I don't think I would be bragging about screwing myself to the garden shed. How stupid is that. Knowing those two the only screwing being done would be of the pornographic kind!

Now that my application form is in for my winter fuel allowance, my prescriptions are free, and my eye tests cost me nothing, I'm starting to enjoy the idea of retiring. There are so many things you can do that you cannot do because you work. Going to classes for millions of different subjects like Spanish, breadmaking, larn yersel Geordie, and much much more, going somewhere whenever it takes your fancy, and holidays whenever you want them. It will be even better when I get my bus pass, I'll be able to go on trips with Mick, to see the sights of Houghton-le-spring, Consett, and way-out places like that.

That's all for this time, watch out for more character assassinations soon.