Episode 7

🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum ...

Eddy:  Where ‘ave you bin, Clarrie luv ?  Oi’ve been sittin ‘ere ages waitin fer me tea.

Clarrie:  Sorry, Eddy luv.  I ‘ad to work late at the dairy.  Pat made me and Susan stay on to do another batch of yoghurts.  She’s turned into a right slave driver, that one. Come the revolution I’ll be takin over ‘er means of production and no mistake !

Eddy:  Fair enough, luv.  I’ll mention it at the next Socialist Workers’ meeting down the  Bull.

Clarrie:  You all right, Eddy ?  You look as sick as the blasted ferret.

Eddy:  That Lillian’s got some grip on ‘er.  Oi won’t be able to cross me legs for a fortnight after what she did last night.  No wonder Justin walks funny and looks surprised all the time.  Feel sorry for the bloke.

Clarrie: Never mind ‘im , capitalist scum. Serves ‘im right if Lillian does run off with Matt Crawford.    But wotcha gonna do about the ferret?  That cough is keepin me awake at night.

Eddie:  Oi can think of something else to keep you awake, if you get my drift.  Per’aps bangers and mash for supper, then off to bed ...

🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum ...

( Clarrie:  I graduated top of my class at RADA and did 10 seasons at the RSC.  How did I get here ! )

( Director:  I share your pain, darling. )

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