I first heard this combo in about 1985. I was sat in the backseat of a Rolls Royce, driven by an unsavoury semi-criminal type. I was decorating said rogue's house and we were going to pick up paint and wallpaper.
Anyways, we got stuck in traffic on the M62 ( a motorway near Manchester, England) and said dodgy type decided to avoid the delays by driving down the hard shoulder at 80 mph. I nearly shit myself when, at one point a truck pulled halfway onto the hard shoulder so as to stop us. At which point said rogue said:
"As if that going to bloody fucking stop me"
We slowed down a tad and then got on the motorway verge and carried on. The man was a headcase.
I heard this double over the next few days, while I decorating:
"You're a bloody fucking idiot" was a typical example.
Strangely, this chap who had red curly-ish hair that was thinning on top, a pot belly, just had a heart bypass and was waiting to have his prostate minced, had a gorgeous wife who was about 20 years younger than him. You could set your watch by hearing the following phrases ring through the house:
"Denise, where's my bloody fucking dinner?"
"Denise, where's that bloody fucking tea you are making"
"Denise, get out and get me some fags I am fucking gasping here".
Denise dutifully responded to such requests providing whatever he wanted. My only explanation for her servility is that he a bloody fucking marvelous insurance policy.
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
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