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The usual lot were enjoying their drinks at the Baaamy Inn on Friday evening, the farmers, the knitters, Suzie and more, when in walked Arthur descretely carrying a small plastic tub covered with tin foil which he placed on his lap as he sat down; “what’s in there Arthur?” asked Ted, “well” he replied, “some crips, the one’s Len’s been selling lately are far too salty so I’ve brought my own”.
“Then I guess you didn’t hear about his idea to get us drinking more”, said Babs, “when anybody asked him for some nuts or crisps or things, he poured then into a bowl, then with his back turned he sprinkled them with salt, unfortunately for him his plan was foiled because he forgot that part of the wall is mirrored and I saw what he was up to; I sarcastically asked if I could also have some pepper!” ; “sly bugg…” Ted started shouting only to be interupted by Len – “OY”, I’ll have no foul language in my pub” – “I think he means foiled language”, muttered Colin!
Mike, aka Moyke due to his odd accent, joined them, he always pronounces I as ‘oy’; someone once asked him if he was having trouble with his I’s and he said ‘there’s nothing wrong with moy oye-soyght, oy wouldn’t loyke wearing glasses”.
He was clutching a piece of paper; “what’s that?”, asked Jim, “it’s a poem oy wrote a whoyle back, I’d foyled it away, it goes … ‘moy name is Moyke, oy royde a boycycle, it’s got three wheels so it’s really a troycycle, it’s red and whoyte, and very broyght….tell you what oy’ll hand it to you to pass around”.
Colin had been quietly listening in whilst preparing his list of one-liners; “tin foil isn’t horrible, it’s tear-able – the twice baked potato wasn’t happy, ‘damn, foiled again’ – respect people with glasses, they paid money to see you – I’m having an eye test tomorrow, guess I’ll see what happens – I got a bicycle for my wife, it was a good trade – bikes fall over because they are two tyred …….”
As the evening drew to a close they all started to leave, some caught the last bus back to town, the knitters climbed aboard their minibus, the farmers sauntered down the road and across their fields, Moyke jumped on his troyke and soycled off!
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories
Haha! Moyke must be hard to write for with all the spelling adjustments.
Not the easiest, that’s for sure!
Lol 😂
Oy! 😉
Oyoy!
Me thinks Moyke is from Straya. 😁
I have colleagues who sort of has his accent hehe.
Fun times at the Baaamy Inn as always!
So, they use oy’s for I’s not I’s for oys! Oy loyke the sound of that!
😆
yoykes!!)
Now you’ve started!!!
Oy! What fun and let me munch some wonderful crisps – in fact, Golden Wonder – are they still there?
Golden Wonder crisps still dominate the snack aisle to this day!
Nice one from Colin: “respect people with glasses, they paid money to see you” 🙂
That’s very true! Cheers, Frank.
Soych a foyne six sentence stoyry.
Haha, nice one – sorry, noyce one!
Lots of fun as always.
Next year, you can have them celebrate International Talk Like a Pirate Day, I wonder what they would make of that one.
I’ll suggest it to Len, he’ll love the idea I’m sure!
A dependable great big giggle.
That’s just perfect, thank you!
Keith! I stopped into the Baaamy late Friday night, got distracted by Moyke, then grabbed a basket of crisps (salty but delicious) and hung out listening to Colin tell his one liners (he’s a funny guy!). Before I knew it, Len was throwing us out before I could leave my comment!
Oh no! I’ll never know what you were about to say – I hope it was pleasant!