Episode 4 - The Results

—Bloody ‘ell, Bob, some result or wha’? 

—Yeah, mad. 

—Mad? Nah, people are pissed off, mate. 

—S’pose.

—Fuckin’ Labour will get to run Cov still, you watch. 

—Hmm.

—Bit non-committal there, Bob? 

—Well—

—Listen mate, yer either stand for something or you’ll fall fer anything. 

—I know, I know, don’t I? 

—Well then. We need a change. 

—Aye, yeah. S’pose. 

—I need another change. 

—Wha’? 

—Get the sarnies in will ya? 

—Is it my turn? 

—Yeah.

—Are yer sure? 

—I voted yes. 

—Funny man. Right, hang on…

…

—Here ya are. Bacon, double-loaded because Brenda is serving. 

—Bloody marvellous. Pass the sauce. 

—Don’t get it down yer front. 

—Bollocks. 

—Wha’? 

—Too late. 

—Jeez, Joe, yer need a bib. One thing, all that election bollocks means there ain’t a lot else in the news. 

—I see Starmer is hiring the old guard. 

—Who? 

—Gordon Brown and Harriet Harman.

—Oh. 

—Yeah, pretty much what everyone else said. 

—They were both fucking rubbish. Brown wasn’t elected. And when it came to one? 

—Yep, out he went. 

—Sounds like Starmer is hoping for the super sub effect. 

—With them two?

—I know, right? 

—I’ll tell yer what, Bob.

—Wha’? 

—These Sarnies. Top. Young Penny does a good job. But Brenda? Premiership. Like the Sky Blues. 

—Definitely mate. 

—Shall we ‘ave more coffee? 

—Damn right, gotta wash me sarnie down.