"What is it, Gordon?"
"Well, it's a Curico Valley Shiraz. It finishes well, doesn't it? Doesn't it finish well?"
"It finishes really well."
"What time is Graham arriving?"
"He said he'd be here around 8. What time is it now?"
"Quarter to nine."
"He'll be here soon. I'll text him."
"He's always fucking late."
"Yeah. So, tell me, Brian. Still in high yields?"
"A fucking pummeling yesterday dude. Don't even talk to me."
"Recession."
All: "Recession."
"Where the fuck is Graham?"
"What's the story with him anyway? He loved up yet?"
"You know Graham. Always the opposite. We're all single and he's going out with Katie for like, seven years or some shit. We all get hitched and he's like swearing off women for good."
"Graham."
All: "Graham."
"This Shiraz really finishes well."
"Fucking tell me about it. M+S. Twelve yo-yos. We'll get it again, won't we Susan?"
"We should definitely get it again. It finishes..."
The doorbell rings.
"Hi dudes."
"Graham. Late. As ever!"
"Sorry. I totally hooked up last night and, well, you know..."
"Oh Graham you fucking hussy."
All: "Oh Graham."
6 comments:
Yeah, I hate Graham.
Shiraz. Hit and miss. Now, a good Malbec, mind you.
Maxi Cane - Not a lover of anyone who says 'Dude'.
Meadow - Duly drunk.
How I read it.... Graham, still in High Heels?
We all know a Graham and occasionally we are him.
..if for nothing else I dislike him for his tardiness... can't abide it!.. even if he is wearing high heels.
Pinotage for me please... and a straw.
Holemaster - Whisper it.
NSO - You're one classy broad.
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