Yet more snatches of overheard and misheard cafe conversation…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s kangaroo is the walking one.
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(The items in capitals are the ones which were shouted.)

‘Shine in the light.’
‘IT GOT ME THINKING!’
‘Interrupted making tea.’
‘A man lands sideways…’
‘Going back to gin.’
‘A LONG LONG THURSDAY.’
‘Saltmore getting dark now.’
‘Tissel banner, how else?’
‘FURRY NUFF, FURRY NUFF!’
‘No good horse!’
‘Gallery wood, Timmy Pictish.’
‘Seal orrin orrin…’
‘Bassinating!’
‘HOW NOW?’
‘A voice mahogany…’
‘WAY BARBERINI…’
‘So offended!’
‘GOOD LUCK, COUGH NOW…’
‘We can align…’
‘AND THEN WE’LL BE FOURTH!’
‘Tanking, and then getting out of it.’
‘See yah… See yah…’
‘Eye din eye.’
‘A quiet life wife…’
‘ALL RUNNING DOWN.’
‘A smelly small one.’
‘A far end ball game.’
‘SHE DID IT FROM ME!’
‘Kill…’
‘Absolutely diculous!’
‘Trams bring luck.’
‘AGEING POLLEN!’
‘Ring it steadily.’
‘A transindent…’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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