Just for a change, I decided to phone the club when they were advertising a vacancy for a carpenter, and funnily enough, it was the delectable Donna I spoke to. She sounded lovely, so I affected a pronounced stutter to keep her on the line as long as possible.
Me: I'm r-ringing about the j-j-job in the puh-paper.
Donna: Ok, have you any experience?
Me: I w-w-worked at Mac-Mac-MacAlpine's for f-f-five years; W-W-Wimpy's for t-t-ten. I was a f-f-foreman at Wimpy's, I had t-t-twenty blokes working for me.
Donna: You sound ideal. I shouldn't really say this but if you bring your paperwork in tomorrow, the job's yours.
Me: Great. What was the job again?
Donna: A shuttering carpenter.
Me: Oh sorry, I thought the ad said stuttering carpenter.