“I’m sat here pining for you.
I wish you’d answer my texts.
I aint giving up on you that easily sweetheart.
I’m sat in the Morning Star with my wolfie (his dog).
I wish I could see more of you, it’s doing my head in girl.
Is your son alright?
Where’s his next tour to?
If you want to get a taxi up to the pub I’ll pay for it and buy you a couple of drinks. I’ve got the cash.
Alright then my darling. Next time get yer fingers working and text me back to let me know you’re alright.”
Finishes conversation and talks to his dog.
“She’s poorly big guy. Any excuse not to come down to the pub. Mardy arsed bitch.”
It didn’t sound as if she was all too keen. Tref, Morning Star, 24th January 17.15pm
I wouldn’t have answered his texts.
just sayin.
He’s better off with his dog.
ahhh. and they say romance is dead….
really enjoyed reading this – very poignant
Thanks Zoe. I was sat there having a quiet pint with my notebook open and I was able to write it all down with him not realising what was happening. There must be millions of interesting cameos that are lost to us because people have no way of recording them and then forget.