Bit cheeky putting that on a recruitment noticeboard, isn’t it?
Especially in a sleepy country village.
And I can just make out something about breasts in the background, if I squint like Steptoe.
Is there no escape from the rising tide of filth and lasciviousness… Oh, hang on a mo.
It may be a butcher’s shop.
There I go again. I really should pay no attention to anything written in chalk on a blackboard. (Then it’ll be just like school again.)