By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2005
- "look at him. posing git!
white cotton shirts and he always sits at that table.
i knew him way back when he was no-one but yet even then
he ate lobster".
"he drank wine. fierce amounts!
water these days and by all accounts, only salads".
"a rock star now! wont even see us
and that viscious cow he's hooked up with"!
"she's a scream! thin as a rake!
i reckon she's out for all she can take"!
"more coffee kate"?
"yeah. why not? I've a half day.
order more gateaux. it's my turn to pay.
nice here innit"?
"sure is hun.
check out his butt. a weekend wae him
i'd soon lose my gut"!
"shssssh! here they come"
"hi michael. hi mary-jean.
your hair was gorgeous in 'she' magazine".
new band mike?
your life's all go. thought you were brilliant
on jools holland's show".
"ooooh! he's lovely"...
"who? oh jools! really nice bloke.
i met him in harrods but he never spoke"!
"stuck up brats"!
"youth of today!
i think she's a front and he's really gay"!
"i thought that too"..!
"Yeah, I suppose".
right. you get the waiter. i'll powder my nose"...
"same time next week"?