Lor' luv a duck! Me an' my bluds wen' fer a pin' ov Giancarlo Fisichella down da nuclear sub fer an Jet Fighter Friday. We were game fer a laugh, be'in' on footie, playin' darts an' chattin' up da Richard the Thirds, when me blud Jerry said 'e was leavin' ter go back 'ome ter 'is Plates and Dishes, which is Hairy Muff. So 'e surf an' dreft 'alf drunk, trippin' an' stumblin' as 'e wen' an' stopped at da post office fer some Oily Rags. Apart from da attendan' 'e was da only one there.
Eyein' up da crisps, old Jerry was 'ryin' ter pick a bee's knees flavaaahr, which can be 'ard when you’re oliver twist like a fart. He was reachin' fer da bacon frazzles when 'e 'eard a right to-do at da coun'er. He peered horse an' 'ound da corner ter see what all da double decker bus was about.
The shopkeeper was standin' wiv 'is 'ands raised shakin' like a leaf while dis uvver geiser was pointin' a rifle at 'im. The chicken pie demanded ter da shopkeeper, “Fill dis bag wiv all da bangers an' mash in yaaahr yiddish piano.”
The shopkeeper did as told an' moved ter fill da bag. As 'e stepped towards da till da Tea Leaf noticed a aristotle ov whiskey sat on da shelf behind da block.
“And da Scotch!” He said.
The shopkeeper looked at 'im as said: “I don’t believe yaaahr eighteen, I’m michael owen ter need some ID”
In a 'urry da thief 'eld aaaht 'is drivers licences, an' allk da aristotle an' da bangers an' mash an' scrammed. This was when Jerry came aaaht ov 'is 'idin' hong kong an' asked da shopkeeper if 'e was alreet as 'e was grinnin' like a Cheshire-cat an' replied what 'e 'as da chicken pies name an' address memorised. Old Jerry then cam runnin' cilla black an' told us da whole Frankie. What kind ov silly laaaht would do a thin' like that! . Know what I mean?
Anyway gotta go...grandprix on. Lawd above!