Episode 10 - Running Out of Steam

—Fer fuck's sake, Bob. 

—Alright, grumpy. What's up wi' yer? 

—Nobhead. Won't leave will he? 

—Ah. Can't be arsed to talk about that. 

—Well, the nation needs to, mate. We need a General Election. 

—Hmm. 

—What? Fucking hmm? What are you hmm-ing about? 

—First, we can't 'ave one. Second, changing prime ministers—

—I ain't on about that, Bob. Change the whole lot. That's what I'm saying. 

—Anyway, politics. Shite. And boring. 

—Look, it's winding me up—

—I'd never 'ave guessed. 

—Don't it bother yer? 

—Course it does. But we can't do much about it, yet, can we? Not yet, anyway.

—S'pose. 

—'Ow's yer guts? 

—Ah. 

—Wha'?

—Like a wonky fucking turbine. 

—It it a turbine liable to fart? 

—Yep. In your general direction. 

—Fuck. 

—I'm joking. I think. 

—Hold 'em in at least while we are in the caff. 

—I'll try. 

—D'yer like that Burnham fella? 

—No. 

—He'd be better than Starmer. 

—That mug yer drinking from would be better than Starmer. 

—Ha! true enough, that. Are we 'aving a sarnie?

—You can. I'd better not. Might set me off. 

—Right. One sarnie it is then. 

—Harsh, that is. 

—You said it might set you off. 

—Doesn't mean you 'ad to agree. 

—I'm an agreeble sort of fella, me. 

—Bollocks.