Wednesday 23 July 2008

3. In Which I Am A Stickler For Accuracy

"Hello love, I've just come for me wines."

"You are wrong on two counts, madam. Firstly, I do not love you, indeed your very presence offends me. Secondly, you have not come for 'wine'. You have come to purchase, as you do EVERY COCKING DAY, two large bottles of Lambrucini, a drink so cheap and nasty that even people who drink Lambrini look down on it. Give me the money and fuck off, you harridan bastard."

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