
Mrs W: Where the Devil have you been you useless good for nothing bar steward?
W: Er working late and then a couple of beers with *insert name of colleague* to talk them down from the ledge.
Mrs W: Rubbish! You are legless!
W: No no! It was only a few light ales!
Mrs W: I'm not having that you are drunk you silly little man!
*Wickman makes the sign for a replay - the third umpire gets on the walkie talkie to Mrs W*
Third Umpire (somone like Boutros Boutros Ghali could do a job with Mrs W - global diplomacy skills spanning military conflict, genocide and all the continents): I've reviewed cctv evidence from Hampton Wick station back to Wickman's scret lair and there was no swerving, no crafty urination in a front garden, no half eaten middle Eastern snacks discarded and no five minute attempt to banish hiccups while outside the front door. I must conclude he is telling the truth. Not out!
W: Yesssssssss. Back in the game
Mrs W: I can still sledge you, you useless... [Continues ad infinitum] [Just the man for Mrs W; Boo Boo Ghali - Ed]
2 comments:
I bet you were shitfaced.
you wouldnt bet on it, the odds wuldnt be in your favour
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