The same moment, from another point of view


We were mindin' our own business, crossin' the bridge. We were havin' a joke and a laugh y'know.

I fell against this bint who were comin' t'other way.

Well, the chap with her jus' pulled her away with this look on his face as though I were goin' to rob her or somefink. I thought he were goin' to hit me, so I yelled at him: "No need fer that yer big...." Well, I can't remember zactly what I said.

He said somefink in that disgusted tone o'voice and I weren't tekkin' that. Treat us like dirt these yuppy geezers do, and it were our town first!

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