A Little Local Difficulty
It often happens that old dame fortune turns her tricks at the moment of triumph. Leaving the saloon bar of the Dog and Bucket, having quaffed a celebrationary glass or two of lunch, I happened to stumble as anyone might and lost my footing on the curb. Suddenly I heard that appalling Mrs Singh - “Hallo Mr Stocking - don’t you worry now, at our age we’re none of us too steady on our feet”. Then, without a by-your-leave, she seized my arm, as if it were truck in a fly-blown darkey bazaar!
Perhaps I was a bit confused. Better chaps than Monty have broken under fire. I mean to say a fellow can’t control his bladder can he? It doesn't mean you're less a man does it? But all the silly cow could say was “don’t you worry love - we’ll soon get you home and have you sorted out”,
People were looking and I heard those kids laugh. Some bloody yob shouted “pissed again grandpa?”. Monty’s no fool and I know what they must think of me. It’ll take some living down, being seen out with a Paki.
Perhaps I was a bit confused. Better chaps than Monty have broken under fire. I mean to say a fellow can’t control his bladder can he? It doesn't mean you're less a man does it? But all the silly cow could say was “don’t you worry love - we’ll soon get you home and have you sorted out”,
People were looking and I heard those kids laugh. Some bloody yob shouted “pissed again grandpa?”. Monty’s no fool and I know what they must think of me. It’ll take some living down, being seen out with a Paki.
posted by Monty Stocking B.A. at 5:10 AM
6 Comments:
If I had all the money I'd spent on drink, I'd spend it on drink.
Bugger off you bloody Irish git! None of your emerald isle leprechaun whimsy here.
Stone me. What a headache.
And take yer bloody Michael Flatley, cake dance riverwalk bollocks with you.
I dtír na ndall is rí fear na leathshúile
Obviously pissed.
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