Snatches of overheard and misheard cafe conversation…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s financial forecast is for tiny banknotes to be introduced worldwide so that the rich people can store their cash more easily.

‘But that would be sophistry…’
‘What was the worst school you’ve ever went to?’
‘It’s strange everybody today.’
‘We went into probably.’
‘So, er, you, your bead?…’
‘Thirteen, fourteen, would you not stay?’
‘Just a mattress one?…’
‘Condensation on the inside?’
‘There is no sense!’
‘His mum was just like a mean strap…’
‘I owe you money – the loft tickets…’
‘My parents have got memory foam now.’
‘It’s probably on the wool side.’
‘It’s so that I don’t pull it out…’
‘I’ve got no signal.’
‘A drunken Ford, it wasn’t a proud moment.’
‘A forced mibbian?’
‘It’s a late day every day Peter.’
‘Morning afternoon, morning afternoon…’
‘Hull and East Yorkshire?’
‘She must have travelled for beach.’
‘No map, no map…’
‘I need to live in depth.’
‘Say something to them like…’
‘My brother’s brain.’
‘The exact time of date?’


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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