Malcolm's Birthday

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Tarks, it doesn't look like I'll catch you on the way down, unfortunately, though that was my plan. I will have my sister Liz with me, as we're going straight to Dorset -  a long drive which I will wnat to get over as quick as possible. I will make a point of coming to Oswestry next time

No worries...er...cobber! I'm sure it will be worth the wait, for one of us at least. Glad you made it to Bute, Safe home, mate!

[The Peepmaster]

Yes - it was a good day. We drew the pool tournament 1.5 each.

[Malc]

I would let you away with that, if it wasn't for the fact that in the last game you sank the black ball three times (for those pool afficionados who are wondering how that could happen, I stopped it from dropping down the pocket each time).
Did you go back to the pub after you and those nice men in the blue uniforms escorted me to the ferry?

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Did you go back to the pub after you and those nice men in the blue uniforms escorted me to the ferry?

Salvation Army, was it?

[Malc]

If they have handcuffs, yes

[The Peepmaster]

Yes, I did. I wanted to give moral support to the barmaid there.

Anyway, the black only went down the pocket because I accidentally hit it wrong.

[Roger Kettle]

I've just had a phone call from McGookin and he's heading my way tomorrow! Does he bring presents, Nige?

[The Peepmaster]

If you count a big slobbery kiss as a present...

[Roger Kettle]

I do. I really do.

[Vulture]

I do. I really do.

Well, Roger, it looks as though tomorrow is going to be your lucky day! Enjoy.     

[The Peepmaster]

Grit your teeth so he doesn't get his tongue down your throat, Roger. That was my first mistake.

[Roger Kettle]

If you don't hear from me within a few days, we've eloped.

[Vulture]

Will we all get a bit of the wedding cake?

[Roger Kettle]

Hang on, Vulch, we're both heterosexuals with wives and children. There are a few details to work out before we get to the cake.

[The Peepmaster]

we're both heterosexuals

Oh dear. The frock's going to come as a shock...