Saturday, October 04, 2008

Not quite lockt.

Setanta Towers, this evening.

Me: What you at?

Davros: Meeting Des.

Me: Oh.

Davros: Pint?

Me: Nah. Working tomorrow. Gonna take it handy.

Davros: So, a pint?

Me: No. I'll walk into town with you though.


Exit Setanta. Walking along Townsend Street.


Davros: So, we going to Bowes?

Me: No, not going for a pint. Gonna get some food and head home.

Davros: Where are we going for a pint though?

Me: Nowhere. I'm going home.

Davros: For a pint?

Me: No.

Davros: Right. Fair enough. I'll head into town with you. Have to kill an hour before I meet Des anyway.

Me: Grand so. Bowes?

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This is a blatant, poor man's rip-off of Gimme's post but imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and all.

6 comments:

Susan said...

That sounds exactly like a conversation with my son...

Am I laughing or crying?

Radge said...

Once you're not frowning, I really don't mind.

Anonymous said...

And how many pints?

Radge said...

Four. If you remember how many, you were well behaved.

gimme a minute said...

I'm glad no one got stabbed.

Radge said...

Wait for the sequel.