Overheard V

1 February 2006 at 22:19 Leave a comment

3 women were sitting at a table with their pints and four children, who appeared to belong to one of them, were running around the pub.

Someone set off the alarm to the emergency exit.

“Right,” the large blonde one yelled, “you lot, over ‘ere. Dylan. ‘Arry. h’Ellie. h’Eddie.” [I thought that ‘h’/no ‘h’ thing was Southern. Huh. Anyway.]

No one budged, though someone started crying.

“I’m goin’ to toilet.” [‘Arry said as he fiddled with a gambling machine.]

Someone was still crying.

“Don’t cry,” she yelled, not moving an inch, “Dylan. Dylan. DYL-an.”

Apparently it was Dylan.


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