![]() ![]() sneaked out the back door and made a dawn departure, like. Pushed the car down the hill so it didn't make a noise. Neville: You did a runner on yer wife? Dennis: Ah, you don't know his Marjorie. I've seen her breakin' balls of innocent bystanders! Oz: Last time I came out I didn't bother tellin' her I was comin'. Just said, er, "I'm goin' down to the newsagents, pet, gettin' the Sporting Chronicle". ![]() Neville: Three months?! What'd she say when you got back? Oz: "What won the 4.30?" Neville: I've never worked abroad before. Oz: Whereaboots is it, Minorca? Neville: Um. Cream of the British workforce, eh? Gan get three beers. Oz: Bloody hell, where's this lot from? Must have laid McAlpine's off! Barry: Hey, Dennis, innit? Dennis: Oh. Dennis: Oh! Well, aye! How's things, then? Barry: Oh, alright, you know. housing estate just outside Stafford, yeah. Dennis: Did he? Barry: So I came back here for the craic, like. Got to anyway, no choice is there? Dennis: No, there's not. Barry: This your mate, is it? Dennis: Er, that's Oz. Oz: Alreet, pal? Barry: Hello! Dennis: We worked together once, yer kna. Alreet? Barry: Ah, another Geordie, right? Oz: Aye, well there's nar graft up wor way. Barry: Nor any place, is there? I blame Thatcherism, you know. Yeah, it's a misguided policy, you know, it's totally misguided and misconstrued. Mind you, the Labour Party's in such disarray I don't think the opposition offers much of an alternative or consolation, does it? Oz: Naw, I was just saying the same(!) Dennis: Where's the agent, Barry? Barry: Oh, there's a bloke called Pfister over there, looks a bit like David Kossoff with the bifocals. ![]()
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