Oggie: | Och, ere e comes, tha wounded soja. |
Shuggie: | Mornin, Oggie. A pint o heavy when ye’ve a minute. |
Oggie: | Fer yoo – no poablemo. Hoo’re tha goolies? |
Shuggie: | Still oan tha tender side Ah huff tae say. |
Oggie: | So yoo’ll no be wantin anither shoat oan tha Karaoke then? |
Shuggie: | No tha noo. Ah mist owe yer sumhim fer tha speakers. |
Oggie: | At’s paid. |
Shuggie: | Paid? |
Oggie: | Aye. Paid in fu. Aggie came doon an paid me fer tha damages a couple o days aefter ye went intae hoaspital. |
Shuggie: | She neffer said. Ah wummer whur she goat tha readies? |
Oggie: | Well far be it frae me tae cause ructions but huff ye seen yer first edition af The Catcher in the Rye recently? |
Shuggie: | She cudnae? |
Oggie: | Aye she cud. |
Shuggie: | She widnae? |
Oggie: | Aye she wid. |
Shuggie: | She didnae? |
Oggie: | Aye she did. Goat aboot seven hunner quid doon tha toon furrit. |
Shuggie: | Seven hunner? They was worth ower a grand. Twelve hunner at least. |
Oggie: | Ah well, Shuggie. Whit cun Ah say? Hows aboot a wee whisky oan tha hoose? |
Shuggie: | Ah may as well. |
Oggie: | There ye go, son. Get tha doon ye. So whit’s life like noo yer back hame? |
Shuggie: | Froasty tae say tha least. Wid freeze the bas aff a pawnbroker’s sign. |
Oggie: | Aye? |
Shuggie: | Aye. She hus goat me oan a very short leash. |
Oggie: | A choaker? |
Shuggie: | Ah’d luv tae. |
Oggie: | No, Ah wis talkin aboot tha collar. A choaker? |
Shuggie: | Aye, sumhin like tha. |
Oggie: | So how come ye managed tae sneak oot ere? |
Shuggie: | We’ll oor Jim’s poemtry book goat a nice refyoo oan tha Ink, Sweat an Tears site an Ah took advantage o tha general guid mood in tha hoose an thought Ah’d chance ma arm an poap oot fer a wee bevvy. |
Oggie: | Are they still oan the go? Ah do like a bit o jazz-fusion. |
Shuggie: | No tha band ye pillock. INK, Sweat an Tears! |
Oggie: | Awwww. Ah though they wis a trbute band ur sumhin. So wis it a guid refyoo? |
Shuggie: | Pretty gid, aye. |
Oggie: | Ye should get yoor Jim tae come doon an read a few af is poems tae the punters. We like a wee bit o Kultcha-wi-a-capital-k effry noo an then. |
Shuggie: | Ah’ll ask im but e’s a wee bit oan tha shy side. |
Oggie: | Tell im there’s twenny quid in it an aw tha dry salted peanuts e can eat. |
Shuggie: | Sounds like a fair deal tae me. |
Oggie: | That ye aff then? |
Shuggie: | Aye, dinnae want tae push it. |
Oggie: | Ye shud take tha missus in a wee sumhin tae warm the cockles af her heart. How aboot a wee Babysham. |
Shuggie: | Tha’s no a bad idea but tell ye whit, sling us ower a couple o Carlsberg Specials insteed. |
Oggie: | Two leg openers comin right up. Best o luck, Shuggie. |
Shuggie: | Hanks, Oggie. Ah’ll need it. |
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Aggie and Shuggie 30
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7 comments:
Nice discreet plug for the book of poetry, Jim. Elegantly done!
Glad you liked it, Danish dog. I really don't think the hard sell works and this has become a bit of a tradition. I keep thinking I'm going to dry up but not yet.
I soundlike this when I'm drunk.. and oddly enough the dialogue reminds me of the twins from Alice and Wonderland... don't know why...
nicely done..
-Sy
30 already! My favourite animated cartoon.
Much as I’m a fan of Matt Lucas I’m not quite sure that’s what I was aiming for, Sy, but you’ve got the right idea with the cross-banter between the two. Glad you liked it.
And, Dick, yes, the big three-o. Never thought I could keep it going this long but there you go and I do know of one other review which is coming so we’ll get a chance to see how Shuggie gets on with the Carlsberg Specials.
Superb. Ink sweat and Tears, eh? Well, I might try a dose o that mesel!
I've been a long-time subscriber, Dave. I like the fact that I get one piece a day to read. And they're never too long either.
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