Poor Old Howard got ‘Screwed’.


Poor old Howard Nillson, the Intertype Mechanic lived around the corner from me in Myrtle Bank.
While his wife sat on her arse inside, Howard would be working away in the garden.
When she wanted Howard she would lean out the window and yell, “Howard, I want a cup of tea!” or “Howard, I want an egg sandwich!” and so on.
One Sunday morning Howard was on the roof cleaning out the gutters.
She leaned out the window and screamed, “Howard, turn the roast over now!”
Howard scuttled down the ladder, turned the roast over and then scuttled back up the ladder on to the roof to finish the gutters.
You would think that coming to work would be relaxing for Howard. but No!
Most lunch times Howard would be running all over Adelaide paying bills for Jack Findlay.
Jack (who was Howard’s foreman) would also sit on his arse eating his sandwiches, get up, have a stretch and stroll over to the Lunch Room.
Meanwhile poor old forgotten Howard with sweat pouring off his cheeks was trudging drearily through the streets of Adelaide.
The late Warren Pietsch

3 thoughts on “Poor Old Howard got ‘Screwed’.

  1. From Garth.
    Hi Rod,
    I thought I would drop you a line expressing my appreciation for the emails you send.
    Warrens stories are absolutely hilarious. There are lots of things we don’t know about
    people and I never new Warren was such a great story teller. I have enjoyed all the other stories as well. Thanks.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. G’day, Kaarel and Garth – it’s Nick (Stolen Biro) here from the comp room/reading room. Glad to hear you enjoy the stories.
    Warren’s (Abo’s) stories were particularly funny – they and he are terribly missed.


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