Episode 73
🎼 Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(door bursts open)
Eddie: Clarrie, Clarrie, where are you !
Clarrie: Wots’s all the fuss ? Did the revolution start without me ?
Eddie: Forget all that Marxist rubbish, Clarrie. No-one’s ever gonna read the Mornin Star til they print a page 3 girl and publish the winnin lottery numbers in advance.
Clarrie: So wot’s got you so excited then?
Eddie: Oi’ve just been up to Linda and Robert’s to start work on the llamas’ plunge pool and as soon as Oi got into the garden at Ambridge Hall Oi smelt em !
Clarrie: You smelt the Snells ? Wot’s wrong wi them ?
Eddie: No, no, not the Snells - ferrets !
Clarrie: You’re not tellin me that those bankrupt capitalist scum ‘ave appropriated the working man’s companion of choice ?
Eddie: If you mean ‘ave they’ve nicked me ferrets, yes they ‘ave.
Clarrie: Ow do you know they’re your ferrets ? Don’t they all smell the same - disgustin ?
Eddie: Oh no, luv. Once you’ve ‘ad ferrets in your kegs for a fortnight you know their smell like your own.
Clarrie: Unfortunately, Oi know what you mean. But did you see them ?
Eddie: No, Oi think Linda’s got em locked up in the shepherds ‘ut me and Dad knocked up for ‘er. Little does she know Oi ‘ave a spare key for the padlock.
Clarrie: Oh, Eddie, wot are you goin to do ?
Eddie: Oi’m goin back up there tonight to claim my rightful property and perhaps get a hold of them llamas and stick em in the barn for a night or two. Let’s see how Linda Snell likes it when her pets go missin.
Clarrie: Leave them llamas alone. Oi’ve ‘eard they can turn nasty if you take em unawares and start spittin.
Eddie: Oi’ve seen more spit on a night out with Fat Paul than Oi’ve seen from them llamas. They know me so it’ll be no problem.
🎼 Dum ti dum to dum ti dum...
(Ed. I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Eddie.)
(door bursts open)
Eddie: Clarrie, Clarrie, where are you !
Clarrie: Wots’s all the fuss ? Did the revolution start without me ?
Eddie: Forget all that Marxist rubbish, Clarrie. No-one’s ever gonna read the Mornin Star til they print a page 3 girl and publish the winnin lottery numbers in advance.
Clarrie: So wot’s got you so excited then?
Eddie: Oi’ve just been up to Linda and Robert’s to start work on the llamas’ plunge pool and as soon as Oi got into the garden at Ambridge Hall Oi smelt em !
Clarrie: You smelt the Snells ? Wot’s wrong wi them ?
Eddie: No, no, not the Snells - ferrets !
Clarrie: You’re not tellin me that those bankrupt capitalist scum ‘ave appropriated the working man’s companion of choice ?
Eddie: If you mean ‘ave they’ve nicked me ferrets, yes they ‘ave.
Clarrie: Ow do you know they’re your ferrets ? Don’t they all smell the same - disgustin ?
Eddie: Oh no, luv. Once you’ve ‘ad ferrets in your kegs for a fortnight you know their smell like your own.
Clarrie: Unfortunately, Oi know what you mean. But did you see them ?
Eddie: No, Oi think Linda’s got em locked up in the shepherds ‘ut me and Dad knocked up for ‘er. Little does she know Oi ‘ave a spare key for the padlock.
Clarrie: Oh, Eddie, wot are you goin to do ?
Eddie: Oi’m goin back up there tonight to claim my rightful property and perhaps get a hold of them llamas and stick em in the barn for a night or two. Let’s see how Linda Snell likes it when her pets go missin.
Clarrie: Leave them llamas alone. Oi’ve ‘eard they can turn nasty if you take em unawares and start spittin.
Eddie: Oi’ve seen more spit on a night out with Fat Paul than Oi’ve seen from them llamas. They know me so it’ll be no problem.
🎼 Dum ti dum to dum ti dum...
(Ed. I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Eddie.)
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