Give us a copper, will ya, coppers for the babby – go on love. Thos shawlies used to scare me in the back streets when I was little and they were threatening. Go on love, go on love, I hope it chokes ya!
I understood what he was saying but i couldn’t understand why. What had I ever done to cause this sort of outburst against me, against everything I’d ever stood for? He had understood nothing – ever! I could hardly believeit.
cowboy builders. Know all about them. who doesn’t? those guys who arrive and leave for bits they have to buy and then don’t come back for another week. but why cowboys? what did cowboys ever do thats remotely like crap builders?