Some overheard and misheard snatches of cafe conversation…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s 19th c. cockney expletive is I’ll be gormed!
I wonder if ‘gorm’ is a shortening of ‘God almighty’?

‘Four ice-cakes, seven, eight.’
‘Key, bro-pen neverday?’
‘Whatsu widdlin’?’
‘A semi-say?…’
‘Diagnostic para-power.’
‘I really don’t mind pulmination.’
‘Bulk up my questions, any problems John?’
‘Temgin three-gree yardagay Lee?’
‘Erm, with an oshter adder.’
‘William Femmel?…’
‘Piking, robbing the side down.’
‘Dang-fire and generally just plain liver.’
‘I gripped the phrase immediately.’
‘Tom, the key is in the process mapping.’
‘I’m worried about functionability.’
‘The spreadsheet thing?’
‘Never clip more than you need.’
‘Sack-cloth and tea!’
‘A thin fat soul?’
‘His number is black!…’
‘It’s the qualsee!…’
‘City and Guilds language is rubbish.’
‘Put it down the deep end.’
‘A lucky shoe.’
‘Birds literally engage media reaction.’
‘They’re different, like nouns.’
‘It suffers from stale pipes…’

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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