My mate...
sat next to me with a very despondent look on his face. Obviously pondering over something serious, he took a swig of his can of ale, brushed off the flaky crumbs from his Gregg's pastry and meat based lunch, and took the cellophane off of a new unopened pack of 20 tabs.

"It's the money thing, Pip. It's really getting to me" he says as he looks out into the distance and draws a long thoughtful swallow on his cig.

"You're doing ok aren't you mate?" says I. "Oh yeah" he says, "but me and the Missus have had to cut back on non-essentials".

"What like?" I inquires.

"Well" he says, "only this morning I couldn't risk giving the missus £2 for her bus fare to get to work, and it was horrible watching her walk off up the road in the rain".

Gotta love him.
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 14:47, 1 reply)

wow, there's a man with priorities!

( Azathoth thinks my name isn't so bad..., Mon 27 Oct 2008, 14:52, closed)