Back when I was a building labour
a carpenter told the story of his time working in a nursing home. One patient, he said, was a KBE; Sir Something-or-other who'd earned his knighthood the honest way, inventing or discovering something for the good of the state.

But all that was behind the old gent; he was now a dribbling wreck in his nineties, wheelchair-bound, who would spend his days muttering away as he gazed out over the green lawns of the home from the window of his room.

However, he wasn't forgotten. His son, manager of his estate, paid the nurses to give him a treat. Once a week, at bath time, one nurse would wank him off while another fed him pieces of Galaxy chocolate, to make sure the old geezer still had some of life's pleasures.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Thu 4 Oct 2012, 9:09, 2 replies)

You were a labour?

( M3rx likes the Asian ladies, Thu 4 Oct 2012, 10:22, closed)

No, he
was one of the nurses.

Not the one with the chocolate.
(username failed moderation, Thu 4 Oct 2012, 12:05, closed)