I'd never met the parents
and had only agreed to babysit as a favour to someone else and now I was running late , this was long long ago before mobile phones and so running late was more awkward than nowadays . I got off the bus quickly realising I was in one of the less salubrious parts of town , and noticed that most of the houses had no names or numbers on the door .Time was passing so I ventured up to one such door , and my timid knock was answered by a young boy .I first noticed the loud music pumping out in the background , then saw the spliff in one of the boy's hands , then the can of lager in the other.

'Is your mum or dad in ? ' I asked .

' Does it fucking look like it ? ' he said .
( horace wimp needs more than 49 characters to fully express hi, Tue 2 Nov 2010, 16:23, 2 replies)

Hahahahaha
I rather like this, and hope it to win.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 2 Nov 2010, 17:07, closed)

Isn't it
Supposed to be a brandy snifter and a large Cuban cigar with him wearing a smoking jacket??

Nice modern adaptation though.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Tue 2 Nov 2010, 17:57, closed)