Bet I've known more than you!
Tenants and employees back when I had em.
One of the best workers I had was Anwar.
He came around with his uncle one day, fresh off the boat, not a word of English. He'd been imported to marry his uncles daughter (like they do, the backward bastards). We needed people so gave him a go.
At first we used to have to point at things and show him physically what to do, because he had no language other then "Uncle" which he would say if he really couldn't understand something. Then we'd call his uncle explain it in English and he'd tell him over the phone.
The uncle was a character, tried to sell me a Rolls Royce that had "belonged to Princess Anne".
But he was a proper grafter, so willing. He'd work till he dropped and do anything. Never complained. Stayed for a few years and learned English. Started a market stall for himself at weekends.
Then I sold the business & closed the factory and I got him a job at a chocolate factory down the road where I knew the owner. He later told me that he was one of his best workers too.
Then maybe 20 years later, he saw me in the street and came over. He was with his son. He had his own business by then, making muslim prayer robe things. Seemed to have done well for himself. Bald as a coot, he had loads of thick black hair when he worked for me.
Anyway Anwar is the dude in the 1970s jumper. The other brown one is Paul who was also good bloke and the older guy was Pat who was an old bastard.
Edited on 15/11/2026 at 19:36:23.
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