White-collar worker fantasising about manual job he wouldn’t last five minutes in

A PAMPERED office worker is daydreaming of ditching his desk job for manual labour that would immediately destroy him.

IT worker Joseph Turner, whose most strenuous daily task involves adjusting his ergonomic chair, is idly fantasising about ruining his fragile body by becoming something more manly like a welder, bricklayer or hod carrier.

Turner said: “Working in a role that won’t wreck me by the time I’m 40 is fine enough. But there’s something truly noble about lugging around sacks of concrete while being shouted at by a guy called Gaz.

“Slowly responding to tickets in a condescending manner while putting minimal strain on my joints doesn’t command the same respect as toiling away on a construction site. Plus the banter is just memes sent over Slack, and none of it’s delightfully problematic.

“Admittedly, I don’t own a toolbox and my soft, delicate hands have never even changed a lightbulb, but how punishing can bone-grinding manual labour actually be? I did the first week of Couch to 5K a couple of years ago which shows I’m physically capable.

“Oh, who am I kidding, I just want to be paid to read the Sunday Sport in a van.”

Plasterer Wayne Hayes said: “Joseph’s welcome to swap with me. I’ve always fantasised about earning shitloads for telling people to restart their computers.”

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Legend finds way to go hard and go home at same time

A MAN believes he has discovered a bold new frontier of nights out by going hard and going home simultaneously. 

28-year-old Josh Gardner was barred from entry to the nightclub his friends had entered by door staff who claimed he was ‘too f**ked’ but, thanks to his foresight, was able to return to his flat and party to an extent those still out could only dream of.

He said: “Everyone’s always telling you it’s one or the other. As if they can’t go together, like matter and antimatter or Holly and Phil.

“But what they haven’t considered is going home, admittedly alone, banging two bags of coke and mixing Relentless with Absolut. Which is anyone’s definition of going hard but, incredibly, while not leaving the flat.

“I don’t remember anything that happened after 3am but I punched through a door, left several abusive voicemails, I’ve got a fused air fryer after leaving it on for six hours, I’ve smoked 40 Marlboro and my tongue’s chewed to f**k.

“It’s the hardest I’ve ever gone. And get this, I never left my f**king sofa.”

Friend Jim Bates said: “Yeah, Josh has always struggled to tell the difference between ‘going hard’ and ‘soiling yourself’.”