Fat Dan

Fat Dan left today to start work at a new company.  We've known each other for about 14 years now and it’s been a lovely journey.

He started work as a young lad when he had a small car whose engine sounded like it had been replaced with one from a German Tiger tank.  In the back of the car was a 20Kw bass bin, probably what his dad nicked from Woodstock.  You could tell when he was coming into work because when he got within about a mile of work the windows of the office began to rattle with the resonance of NWA exploding from his Vauxhall Tiger Corsa.  He’d plop down at his desk with a chicken vindaloo and pop a porn film on his computer, and not just an ordinary one, a specialist one where women would be firing milk out of their breasts and more!  Times were different then.

We've laughed hard Dan & me, as have most people who've had the pleasure of him.  Some of the immediate things that spring to mind are the ‘wanking Ricky off on to a balloon’ story, his Christopher Reeves joke with the tenner, getting a massive case to drop onto his head, his impersonations of virtually everyone in the factory, his inappropriateness, his abuse to anyone and everyone whilst playing football, his general intolerance, the time he shat on his girlfriends back, when his head doubled in size and feeling his balls.  And there are many more stories.

Right before he left he started to cry, that was beautiful.

"Crying Dan"