I need a time and place. Have you alerted the media?</p> I'm having a brandy and Babycham.</p> </p> </p> </p> </p> </p> </p> </p> .</p> </p>
RE: I need a time and place. Sturdy Lads, Carlton.</p> Just after 1:30pm once i've finished work.</p>
Get the Chronicle in. Centre spread. Lot's of photos -</p> Wayne approaching the bar.</p> Wayne wobbling and going faint and having to be supported by well wishers.</p> Wayne making a bid for the door.</p> Wayne being carried back by McCarthy and Spartacus.</p> Wayne's hand nearing his pocket.</p> A blurred shot of it snapping back in instinctive reaction.</p> The wallet emerging from the pocket, it's an early seventies one and appears to be stuck to the pocket lining by a mixture of body-fluids.</p> Waynehanding over an old five pound note.</p> The eclipse through the window.</p> A frog shower on the road outside.</p> Surprised faces as news comes over the radio of a virgin birth.</p> A close upof Wayne's agonised face.</p> The drinks, in the background a broken Wayne weeps into Tina Tyke's ample breast.</p>
<sup><font size="3">Sturdy lads, it's only £1.50 for a pint of smooth.</font></sup></p> <sup><font size="2" /></sup></p>
What's even worse is............................. he's started chuffing singing too! Eeeh, the youth of today.
I'm a great singer, me. "All this talk of getting old, it's getting me down my love"</p> </p> </p>