It turned out old Ern was in the vicinity buying hardware and killin'-ware and other manly stuff. Ern the magic dragon. And the phone call was to Bezley, also floating about in the ether, suggesting she meet him down by the harbour for a cup of chino.
"Why not have a cuppa here?" Grumpy suggested. "HB will make you one."
"Ooh, good idea," said Ern.
"We're listening to Willie Nelson!" I said.
"See you later," said Ern.
5 comments:
Ah, blokes. Doncha jus' luvem? I swear I'd be a lesbian if women carried on like that.
Err... That comment has no point.
Good Lord! Why, thank you very much. I shall now trip through the day with
...with a lighter heart, is what I was going to say.
Hazel? Decorous? Ah, but then you don't know her like we do! (all other sentiments duly agreed with of course, HB old bean)
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