I was sat in a sales meeting, much like any other I have been in over the years. I was bored and hungover, which was not a state conducive to producing articulate contributions to the group discussions. One colleague in particular was describing a potential sale, in teeth-achingly minute detail. He began to focus on one prospective client in particular, and who was causing him issues.

“He’s a right nigger in the woodpile…”

I looked up from my doodle of an exploding head and watched him as he looked around the table, in the way that people do when they are looking for reassurance, or confirmation that what they just said was funny.

“You know what I mean.” he continued.

“Err, no, I am afraid I do not.” I interjected. “Firstly, I am not sure you can use the term nigger in polite company, unless you are a rapper, in which case it is actively encouraged. And second of all, I am not sure what a person of Afro-Caribbean descent, hiding behind a load of wood, has to do with anything. Fo shizzle.”

“It’s just a saying.”

“Is it? Is it really? Explain it to me because I have never heard it before.”

Asking someone to explain a metaphor is fun, especially if they don’t really know what they are talking about. After a while he came to the conclusion that it was a metaphor for someone who was trying to spoil things for you, but he could not, despite minutes of trying, tell me why a nigger would want to spoil a woodpile.

“Is this woodpile owned by his slave master?”

“Is the woodpile being used by Clansmen to burn more niggers?”

There were no more racial slurs after that, and he focussed on explaining the sales situations at prospective clients by mocking Gypos and The Gays.