Anyway Joe din't 'ave time ter start anythin' 'cos Mickey were in there like a shot. 'E ain't a big guy, Mickey, but 'e's got plenty o'bottle.

So 'e knocked over this chap what were shoutin' at Joe, an' would you believe it, 'e went straight down! Like 'e 'ad a weak 'ead or summat.

Well I were cheerin' by now. These smart arses want tekkin' down a peg.

But the big fella rushed on Mickey, an' I 'ad ter'elp. Well, I wun't be much've a friend if I din't!

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Last amended on 8th December 1996 / copyright H. M. Whitehead