and I'll have to type this quick because he comes in late everyday but sits next to me. The guy has been here 3 weeks now I think, and has gone from entertainingly mental to worrisome. Bug eyed skinny Phil Mitchell alike, he has the worst kind of Yorkshire accent where he seems to think he doesn't need to say half the words in his sentences. Other fun traits:
He used the phrase 'Paki shop' twice in quick succession, with our Indian colleague sat on the desk right behind us (I know the difference but I'm sure it wasn't fun for her).
One time I'm sure I looked over and he'd been crying.
He takes mobile calls just at his desk, and doesn't understand how to internet-skive without making it obvious (he's blowing my cover that I do very little here).
He's going to Bracknell (from Leeds!) in one day to as he graphically put it 'plough' a married woman he met on Facebook.
He checks out hooligan websites at work.
He relentlessly googles his own postcode then tells me really messed up stories about the people he lives near. Most are racial/fighty in nature.
He, almost inevitably, voiced his support for the BNP on local election results day. I did my best to calmly state an opposing opinion. He swore under his breath and balled his fists up.
Stupid job.